Till Death Do Us Apart

~33~

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Nobody's pov

Diya arrived at Aarav's office building, the car slowing down as it pulled up to the entrance. She felt a flutter in her chest, the nerves still lingering. "It’s just lunch," she reminded herself quietly as she stepped out of the car, tiffin in hand.
 

( She is nervous because maybe this will be the first interaction after confession)

The driver held the door open for her, and she walked towards the entrance, taking slow, steady steps. She had been to his office before, and the busy atmosphere around her made her feel a bit out of place.

As Diya stepped into the building, the receptionist looked up and immediately recognized her. She gave a polite nod, not needing to ask any questions.

Diya had been here before, though not frequently, and the staff knew who she was. Without waiting, she made her way toward the elevators, her grip tightening around the tiffin box.

Unlike her previous visits, today, the atmosphere felt different—tense and uneasy. Employees whispered in hushed tones, their faces filled with worry. Some stole nervous glances at Aarav’s office, while others kept their heads down, focusing on their work as if they were afraid of drawing attention.

Diya’s brows furrowed slightly. What happened here?

Just as she reached the elevator, Aarav’s assistant hurried out from a corridor, his face visibly tense. The moment he saw Diya, his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly shook his head.

"Bhabhi, please don’t go inside right now," the assistant said urgently, stepping closer. "Aarav sir is extremely angry. He lost an important deal, and he’s been snapping at everyone since morning."

(Here Aarav's assistant called Diya , Bhabhi instead of ma'am because as I already told you Viraj ( Aarav's assistant) is his best friend so calling friends wife bhabhi is pretty normal .)

Diya paused for a moment, taking in his worried expression. But instead of turning away, she straightened her shoulders.

"It’s okay," she said calmly, stepping past him " meh sambhal lungi "

(I'll handle it)

Viraj sighed and looked at Diya with concern. He knew how stubborn she could be, but this wasn’t the right time.

"Diya ji , listen to me," he said gently but firmly. "Aarav is already furious. If you go in now, he might not react the way you expect. He could get angry at you too."

He paused for a moment, hoping she would reconsider. "Maybe it's better to wait until he calms down. Confronting him right now might only make things worse."

Diya looked at Viraj with unwavering determination. "But he is my husband, and he needs someone to be there for him," she said firmly, her voice filled with certainty.

Before Viraj could say anything else, she gave him a reassuring look. "Don't worry," she added, a small but confident smile on her lips.

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heels and walked straight toward Aarav’s office, her grip tightening around the tiffin.

Viraj watched her walk away and let out a deep sigh. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Hey Bhagwan, sambhal lena... Aarav sir ko shant rakhna."