The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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The door of the bedroom swings open, and Aviraj walks inside. His gaze roams around, searching for the person who has been on his mind all day. He spots her emerging from walk-in closet, a wave of relief washing over him.
As if sensing his presence, Tarini looks up, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, they just look at each other, the tension between them palpable.
"Aaj aap jaldi wapis aa gaye hai," Tarini mutters, breaking the silence.
(You have come back early today.)
"Kyu? Aapko mera intezaar nahi tha?" he asks, his voice deep, and his gaze intensifies, causing her look away.
"Aapke khayalo mein! Aapne aisa kya kiya tha jo mujhe aapke aane ka intezaar hota?" she shoots back nonchalantly, her expression enigmatic.
(Why? Were you not waiting for me?) (In your thoughts. Why did you do that made me wait for you?)
"Fair enough," he says, his brow furrowing slightly.
She doesn't smile, doesn't glare, rendering him clueless. He tries to guage her mood, but she gives away nothing.
Being diplomatic as ever, he continues, asking, "How about you tell me what do I need to do to make up to my wife?"
"Everything. You will be doing exactly as I say for the rest of the day," she announces without wasting any time, as if she was already prepared with her answer. Her supervisory tone was unmistakable, a hint of mischief suddenly flickering across her features.
"I'm already at your mercy," Aviraj mutters in an obvious tone, and Tarini hums in agreement.
Finding a point, she replies, "Good. Now, I will see how well you behave, Mr. Husband."
"You are something else, you know that?" he asks, taking in the sight of her smile betraying her.
"Something else smart, pretty, and perfect?" Tarini's face lights up with a full-fledged smile, her tone a mix of intrigue and sass.
"That you are," he exclaims, and he extends his hand towards her. "Come here."
Lost in the moment, Tarini almost steps ahead before a realization strikes her. She frowns, observing distance between them.
"You are supposed to listen to me. You come here," she reminds him sternly, her index finger rising in air in a calling gesture.
Aviraj suppresses a chuckle, however, approaches her, not needed to be told twice. Walking up to her, his hands find their way around her waist, locking her in between his arms.
"You have been messing up with my heart and mind all the time," he admits in a murmur, nuzzling her hair.
