His Uncommitted Sin

Sunflower and Scented Flowers

Author's POV:

Vihaan groggily turned over, reaching for Kanvi's warmth, only to be met with an empty bed. His eyes snapped open. The house was eerily silent. No sound of her rummaging through the wardrobe, no faint hum of her morning playlist, no complaints about his habit of leaving the toothpaste cap open.

He checked every room, the kitchen, the balcony, even inside the walk-in closet, because who knew with Kanvi? But she was nowhere. His heart skipped a beat as he grabbed his phone and pulled up the building's CCTV footage. A grainy black-and-white video showed Kanvi storming into the elevator, pressing the button aggressively. Destination? The 52nd floor.

Vihaan exhaled, rubbing his temples. Vidharth. Of course. She had run straight to her brother's sky villa.

Meanwhile, on the 52nd floor, an unsuspecting Vidharth was rudely awakened by the relentless banging on his door. Still half-asleep, he dragged himself to the entrance, squinting at the screen to see who dared to disturb his precious morning slumber.

The second he cracked open the door, Kanvi barged in like a storm, dramatically throwing herself into his arms.

"BHAIIII!" she wailed, clutching his t-shirt as she had just survived a tragedy.

Vidharth, still disoriented, blinked down at her. "Who died?" he mumbled groggily.

"ME!" she howled, her voice echoing in his penthouse. "I died! My dignity died! My hard work died! My entire existence has been reduced to DUST!"

Vidharth yawned. "Okay...? Want some tea while you mourn?"

She swatted his arm, pushing away from his embrace only to point a trembling finger at him. "Do you know how much salary Vihaan's company credited me? Peanuts! Literal peanuts! I WORKED MY BUTT OFF!"

Vidharth, still processing, scratched his head. "Peanuts, huh? Salted or unsalted?"

"STOP JOKING!" Kanvi screeched. "I am an MBA undergraduate! From a prestigious university! And yet, after working my soul out, I get paid like an intern who just learned how to use Excel?! IS THIS MY FATE?!"

Vidharth raised an eyebrow. "I mean, technically, you are a fresher..."

"Shut up! I am NOT just any fresher! I am the wife of that stingy man and still, I get underpaid?! Is this love?! Is this how he values me?!" Kanvi wailed again, flopping onto Vidharth's expensive couch like a fallen queen.

Vidharth looked towards the heavens, silently questioning the gods why he had such a dramatic sibling. "Kanvi, don't you own like half of his company?"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" she shot up, her hair a frizzy mess from all the frustration. "I wanted to EARN, Bhai! Not just be Vihaan Aurora's wife! And yet, I got paid enough to buy a medium pizza at best!"

Vidharth held back a laugh. "At least go for large, Kanvi. Have some self-respect."

She threw a pillow at his face.

Just then, the elevator dinged, and Vihaan stepped in, looking mildly exhausted but not at all surprised. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching his wife theatrically sobbing to her brother about financial injustice.

Kanvi turned and glared at him. "YOU!"

Vihaan sighed. "Good morning to you too, Ma Cherie."

"DON'T 'MA CHERIE' ME! WHAT IS THIS SALARY NONSENSE?" she huffed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Did you expect me to just sit pretty and never check my bank balance?"

Vihaan walked over, crouched in front of her, and smirked. "I was actually expecting you to check it before waking up the entire 52nd floor."

Vidharth cleared his throat. "I was also expecting a full night's sleep, but here we are."