his Replaced Bride

Chapter - 14

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Abhimanyu stood in front of the bed, where Anika sat, her cheeks flushed from the wine she had consumed earlier. She was laughing softly, clearly amused by something. Abhimanyu, however, wasn't paying attention to her laughter. His mind was fixated on how to help her remove her makeup.

Looking a bit lost, he reached for his phone and activated Google Assistant. With a determined voice, he asked, "Hey Google, how to clean makeup without hurting the skin?"

Anika bursts into laughter, her delicate chuckles filling the room. She held her stomach and shook her head, finding his seriousness in this simple task utterly adorable. Abhimanyu glanced at her, raising a brow, confused by her reaction.

Anika, still giggling, said through her laughter, "Use micellar water, Mr. Raghuvanshi!" Her tone was teasing, but her smile was affectionate.

Abhimanyu stared at her for a moment, processing her words. Micellar water? He repeated the term in his head, realizing how out of touch he was with such trivial matters. His eyes shifted to her face again, observing the light layer of makeup she'd applied earlier.

Author POV

As he stood there, something else caught Abhimanyu's attention. His gaze moved from her radiant face to her outfit. He noticed she wasn't wearing the flashy, revealing attire most would expect for a club outing. Instead, she had chosen a simple yet elegant suit, which hugged her figure in all the right places, exuding class and charm.

For a moment, pride swelled in his chest. Anika had gone to the club without telling him, but she hadn't felt the need to dress provocatively to blend in. Her modest outfit and subtle makeup reflected her confidence and individuality.

He allowed a small smile to grace his lips. His wife, his Anika, wasn't just beautiful-she had a quiet dignity that set her apart. Though a part of him thought she could have pulled off a bodycon dress just as easily, he couldn't help but admire her choice.

But then, her laughter brought him back to the present. Anika was looking at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She teased him again, "Mr. Raghuvanshi, did you really need Google for this? Should I teach you how to use micellar water, too?"

Abhimanyu narrowed his eyes at her playful tone, shaking his head slightly. But deep down, he felt a mix of fondness and embarrassment. She had always known how to keep him on his toes, and tonight was no different.

Without a word, he walked to the bathroom to fetch the micellar water she mentioned, deciding that no matter how much she teased him, he would always take care of her even if it meant learning new things for her sake.

Abhimanyu stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As he leaned against the sink, he pulled out his phone once again, determined to educate himself further. He muttered under his breath, "How do people handle this so easily? I'm doing my best, but this makeup removal and taking care of a drunk wife thing feels like an entire mission."

His fingers moved quickly as he typed into Google, "How to take care of a drunk wife?" The search results popped up instantly, and Abhimanyu scrolled through them, reading tips and advice.

"Keep her hydrated, make her comfortable, don't scold her, and ensure she gets rest."

He read the lines out loud, nodding slightly. "Okay, that makes sense. Hydrated? Check. Comfortable? Hmm, I'll handle that. Scolding? I wasn't planning to, anyway." He smirked, thinking about Anika's laughter from earlier. She had teased him enough for the night-scolding her wasn't even on his radar.