FALLING IN LOVE WITH MRS.KHAN

Chapter 39:- A Punishment For Aman ❥

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Muskan stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of someone beside her. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she slowly opened her eyes. The moment her gaze landed on Aman, memories from last night flooded her mind.

Her heart clenched as she recalled how he had shouted at her, how she had cried herself to sleep, feeling abandoned and hurt. A lump formed in her throat, and her eyes welled up with tears once again.

Aman, as if sensing her movements, opened his eyes and found his beautiful wife staring at him. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he whispered, "Good morning, jaan."

Muskan, lost in her thoughts, suddenly came back to reality. Without responding to him, she jerked his hand away and quickly got out of bed. Without sparing him another glance, she rushed into the bathroom, leaving Aman sighing in frustration.

He ran a hand through his hair, realizing how deeply he had hurt her. He knew winning her back wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to do anything to make up for his mistake. Today was Mahek and Azan's haldi ceremony, and he had promised himself that he wouldn't let Muskan stay upset with him for too long.

After freshening up, Aman stepped out of the washroom and found Muskan standing in front of the dressing table, drying her long, damp hair. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her-her delicate fingers running through her silky strands, her reflection in the mirror showing the emotions she was trying to hide.

Without thinking twice, Aman walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace.

"Jaan, are you still angry?" His voice was soft, filled with guilt.

Muskan didn't respond. Instead, she removed his hands from her waist, picked up her dupatta, and turned to leave. But Aman was quicker. He stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

"At least say something, jaan. Please." His voice had a pleading tone now.

Muskan's gaze remained everywhere but on him. She didn't utter a single word, her silence louder than any argument.

Aman exhaled sharply, his frustration mixing with guilt. "Jaan, please. Your silence is killing me. Say something-anything."

Muskan's eyes filled with unshed tears. She had tried to ignore the ache in her heart, but hearing his voice so desperate, so full of regret, made it impossible to hold back her emotions any longer.

Without warning, her tears spilled over, and a small sob escaped her lips. Aman panicked and immediately pulled her into his embrace.

"You... you are very... bad... you shouted... at me..." she hiccuped, her face buried in his chest.

Aman sighed and closed his eyes, feeling even more guilty. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, holding her as close as possible.

"Any more complaints?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Muskan nodded against his chest.

"You... said... you would miss me... wh-when I came here... but... no... you were... busy... with your... meetings..." She sniffled, her voice breaking.

Aman pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands as he wiped her tears away.

"Jaan, I missed you every single day-every moment. But yesterday, when you called, I was in an important meeting with one of my cli-"

Muskan cut him off, her brows furrowing. "So now your clients are more important than me?" Her voice was small, vulnerable, yet accusing.

Aman immediately shook his head. "No, jaan. Never. No one is more important than you. It's just that we were discussing something critical, and I wanted to give my full attention to you afterward. That's why I asked you to wait."