Mr. Malhotra is my husband

You are so mysterious

Recap - Yuvin and Agnes had fought over the Aishu case. Later on, Agnes realised her mistake and apologized.

In Agnes room,

“I’m sleepy,” Agnes murmured, closing her eyes. 

“Then go sleep with Aunt,” Yuvin teased. 

Agnes pouted, making him laugh. 

" I am serious ", Yuvin added.

Agnes looked on. 

"Why?" Agnes questioned, her brows furrowed, as she looked at him.

"Your parents are leaving tomorrow. Spend some time with them. They’ll be happy," Yuvin gently advised, his voice a calm whisper against the silent night.

Agnes turned her head slightly, her eyes soft but hesitant.

"They’ve already slept ", she answered, her voice tinged with the faintest hint of guilt.

Yuvin smiled and pulled her closer, his strong arms pulling her into his embrace.

"Did you come to me just because they’re asleep?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful edge.

Agnes smiled back and kissed his chin, her eyes meeting his with a mix of warmth and mischief.

"No," she whispered, "I missed my giant husband’s warm embrace."

Yuvin raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. "Giant? Do I look like a giant man to you?"

"Yes, my sweet hubby," Agnes replied, her voice brimming with affection.

Yuvin leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a moment as if to seal the moment with unspoken love.

He slowly coaxed her hair.

"Did you miss me too?" Agnes asked, her voice tender and expectant.

"Yeah," Yuvin admitted softly.

As Agnes left the room, Yuvin felt the emptiness settle around him. He hated their fights, not because of the anger but because of the distance it created.

He missed her warmth, her laughter, and the way her presence filled every corner of his world. "I miss her already," he admitted silently, running a hand through his hair. He murmured this line at least 10 times before he dozed off.

Words had never been his strength, but his heart ached to show her how much she meant to him.

Agnes beamed, happiness lighting up her face. "Look at me and say it," she insisted, her tone suddenly serious.

Yuvin hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment.

He was quiet.

"You’re so mysterious, Yuvin," Agnes said, studying him.

" Why? ", he asked politely.

"You look at me like I’m the only woman in the world. You adore me, and you watch me like you’re memorizing my every move. But the moment I meet your eyes, you act so cool, so distant. Why can’t you just express what you’re feeling?" Agnes questioned.

Yuvin shrugged slightly, a small, almost slight smile playing on his lips knowing how much his wife knows about him.

"Maybe I don’t know how," he admitted.

Agnes tilted her head, curiosity and frustration mingling in her gaze.

"When did you first notice me, Yuvin? When did you start liking me? Why? Where did you see me? How did you decide to marry me? "