Mr. Malhotra is my husband

You are misbehaving with me

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Yuvin and Agnes have lunch with Agnes's parents. During this time, Agnes learns the truth behind her marriage. 

At the Dining Table 

The air was filled with warmth and joy as the family sat together at the dining table.

Shrey beamed with pride as she said, “As Yuvin mentioned earlier, he has won your love without you even realizing what was happening behind the scenes.” 

Laughter echoed through the room. It was a moment of true bonding, where every person present felt connected, like the pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. 

Yuvin felt an overwhelming sense of joy as he sat at the dining table with Agnes’s parents.

The warm smiles, laughter, and lighthearted conversations made him feel truly accepted. He admired the genuine bond that radiated among them, filling the room with a sense of unity.

Watching Agnes interact with her parents, Yuvin realized how much he cherished her happiness and valued being a part of this family. The thought that he was no longer an outsider but someone who belonged filled his heart with contentment. In that moment, Yuvin felt deeply grateful for the love and warmth surrounding him.
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Later That Night,

Yuvin was seated in Agnes's room, engrossed in reading some documents. However, his mind kept drifting back to Agnes’s reaction earlier that afternoon. Something about her demeanor was nagging at him, leaving him deep in thought. 

Suddenly, a soft buzz interrupted his thoughts.

Agnes’s phone had received a notification. Yuvin glanced at the screen. 

“Come and meet me as early as possible. I can proceed only if you come,” read the message. 

Just as he was about to dismiss it, Agnes walked into the room. 

“Do you need something?” she asked, her tone casual. 

Yuvin gestured toward her phone. “You’ve received a message.” 

Agnes rushed over to check it. After reading the text, she quickly typed a reply: *“Will try to come by tomorrow.”* 

Yuvin observed her with a furrowed brow. “Are you still working on the Aishu case?” 

“Yes,” Agnes replied without looking up. 

Yuvin set the documents aside and leaned forward. “I’ve advised you not to get involved. At least tell her what you’re doing. How can you decide on her behalf?” 

“I’m doing this for her good,” Agnes replied firmly. 

“I understand your intentions,” Yuvin said, his voice calm but insistent, “but you shouldn’t make decisions for her. This is her life, her choice.” 

Agnes crossed her arms, her posture defensive. “Yuvin, there are some matters I don’t want you to interfere in. Helping my friends is one of them.” 

Yuvin was taken aback. “Interfere? Agnes, I’m not interfering in your personal matters. Don’t twist my intentions.” 

“Then why are you stopping me from helping her?” Agnes asked, her tone edged with frustration. 

Yuvin scratched his head, searching for the right words.

“You can’t initiate a case without Aishu’s knowledge. Talk to her first. Make her understand the benefits of the property and her rights. If she agrees, then proceed with the case. I have no objection and will even help with my legal team. But what you’re doing—hiding things from her—is wrong. You need her consent to move forward. What will you do if she finds out?”