Shravan's POV

"Spend a night with me, Shravan... I will fulfill all your desires that your wife can't"

My body stiffened and I immediately pushed her away, maintaining a distance.

"What happened? Shravan?" She asked, her eyes holding the madness that made me regret my decision to come here.

I should've known something like this would happen. It was this move of hers that made me marry Advika so soon.

"I know you're scared of this getting out, but I promise," she said, stepping closer, her voice low and sultry. "I'll keep this between us."

When she reached out to unbutton my shirt, I grabbed her wrists firmly, shaking my head in warning. She wasn't in her senses, but she kept pushing boundaries.

"I know you like control, Shravan," she whispered, her fingers trying to touch my chest as she pushed her body more toward me. "You like dominating... I'm ready to be your submissive. I'll do whatever you wish, however you wish."

I shoved her back firmly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to create space. She stumbled onto the couch.

I hated manhandling her, but she left me no choice. For a moment, I considered leaving her there until she sobered up. Then the bartender arrived with the saline solution, placing it on the table before leaving.

"Drink it," I ordered, my tone was cold.

"I won't!" she declared, glaring at me. "I just want you, Shravan! And if I can't have you, then let me die!"

With that, she grabbed another bottle of alcohol and started drinking it like water. Snatching the bottle from her I threw it across the floor.

"Stop this madness, Ayesha! I'm married now!" I shouted.

"And I don't care!" she snapped back. "I don't care if you're married or have kids. I love you, Shravan! I want you! Nothing else matters!"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she started crying.

"Just look at me, Shravan," she begged, her voice breaking. "I have everything you could ever need."

I averted my gaze as she began pulling her dress down from her shoulder.

"Drink the saltwater now," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Don't force me to call your father. You know how he is neither your brother nor anyone else will save you if he decides to punish you."

Prem Uncle rarely becomes angry, but when he loses his control, it's hard to even stand near him.

"I'll drink it, but just... look at me, Shravan. Just once. Please."

I didn't want to, and I knew I shouldn't, but my eyes betrayed me, flicking to her for a moment. A faint, bittersweet smile spread across her lips.

"Shravan, for you I can have poison happily," she murmured, her voice trembling. "It's just salt water."

Grabbing the glass, she downed the saline solution in one go. Within minutes, it took effect. She rushed to the bathroom to vomit. Under normal circumstances, I would've gone to help her, but not this time.

My phone buzzed. It was Advika.

"Hello."

"Hello, Shravan. Where are you? It's getting late, and everyone is..."

"Main koi chhota bachha nahi hoon, Advika. Aa jaunga. Aur tum meri biwi banne ki koshish mat karo."
(I'm not a child, Advika. I'll come home. And don't try to act like my wife.)

Saying that I hung up. Sighing heavily I ran my hand through my hair and squeezed my forehead in between my fingers. I took out the frustration of Ayesha on Advika.

Ayesha returned, looking slightly better.

"Was that your wife?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is she too controlling? Insecure?"

She laughed mockingly.

"I knew that she would be like this" she flipped her hair "Chote Ghar se hena"
(She is from a middle-class family. Isn't she?)

That was it.

My restraint snapped. I lunged forward, gripping her jaw tightly. She yelled in pain, but this time, it didn't affect me.

"Ayesha, aaj tumne keh diya, lekin aaj ke baad Advika ke baare mein kuch mat bolna. Wo meri biwi hai-Shravan Singhania ki. Ab uska naam mere saath jura hai, aur main uske baare mein kisi se koi bakwas nahi sununga."

(Ayesha, you spoke today, but don't you dare say a word about Advika again. She's my wife-Shravan Singhania's wife. Her name is now tied to mine, and I won't tolerate anyone disrespecting her.)

She yelped in pain, and I let go before I did real damage.

"Uss ladki k wajah se tum apni bachpan ki dosti ko bhula rahe ho Shravan?" She asked in disbelief
("You are forgetting your childhood friendship for that girl?")

"Tum mujhe bhoolne par majboor kar rhi ho" my voice came out so loud that it resonated in the room.

("You are forcing me to forget it")

"If you're done, get out here in five minutes. Otherwise, find your own way home."

I stormed out, leaning against my car. I glanced at my watch. I wasn't going to wait more than five minutes for her.

My mind was a storm. I couldn't understand why I had reacted so fiercely to her comments about Advika. She wasn't even my permanent wife. We'd be separated in six months.

At the fourth minute, Ayesha emerged.

"You know, opening the car door for a girl is a gentleman's act," she pointed out smugly.

"And I'm no gentleman," I shot back, climbing into the driver's seat.

I drove her home in silence. When we arrived, she turned back before getting out, leaning into the window.

"My offer still stands, Shravan," she whispered. "Call me whenever you need-"

Before she could finish, I pressed the accelerator and drove off, leaving her words hanging in the air.

•••••••

Advika's POV

"Aur tum meri biwi banne ki koshish mat karo" (Don't try to be my wife)

His words still echoed in my head, refusing to fade. The day passed in a blur, and before I realized it, we were in Mumbai. I hadn't spoken to Shravan since last night, not after the way he spoke to me on the phone or tablet.

During the entire journey, Shravan kept stealing glances at me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I ignored him. For the first time, he wasn't glued to his phone, yet I maintained a neutral expression, pretending to be engrossed elsewhere.

Though I knew he wasn't entirely wrong. This was just a temporary marriage, after all but he shouldn't have talked to me like that.

As we stepped out of the car, my jaw dropped. Standing before me was a breathtaking resort and it was privately owned by the Singhanias.

"Bhaiya ji, let me help you!" came a young voice from behind. A boy hurried over to help Shravan with the bags.

Shravan had wanted to argue with me earlier about bringing three bags for a one-week trip, but he held back, probably sensing my sour mood.

"I got this. Go help her," Shravan instructed the boy.

The boy turned to me, reaching for the suitcase. "Bhabhiji, give this to-"

He stopped mid-sentence, his wide, frog-like eyes practically bulging as he stared at me.

"Wah, bhabhiji! Aap toh bahut sundar hain!"
("Wow, bhabhiji! You're so beautiful!")

Under different circumstances, I might've found his comment offensive. But the innocent, almost childlike admiration in his gaze made me chuckle softly. He looked about my age, but his demeanor was so naïve.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but before I could utter a word, Shravan's voice came from behind.

"Par afsos, woh shadi-shuda hai."
("But unfortunately, she's married.")

I frowned, turning to Shravan. He avoided my gaze, pretending to be interested in unloading the luggage.

Meri khoobsurati se jalta hai ye aadmi 💅
(This man is jealous of my beauty.)

"Aur tu kya kar raha hai yahan?" Shravan slapped the boy's head playfully. "Where's your father?"

("And what are you doing here?")

"Actually, he's ill. So I'm managing the resort for the week," the boy replied.

"Hmm... Tera kaam hai iss ghar ki dekh rekh Krna to tera dhayan sirf wahi hona chaiye warna minute se pehle tujhe lucky se unlucky kar dunga. Smjh aa raha hai?"

("Hmm... Your job is to take care of this house, so your focus should only be on that. Otherwise, it won't take me time to turn you from Lucky to Unlucky. Got it?")

So his name is Lucky. Cute name.

"Ji, bhaiya ji!" Lucky nodded vigorously.

We entered the resort, and Shravan asked me to stay in one of the rooms. Together, he and Lucky brought in the suitcases and placed them inside.

Once Lucky left, I turned to Shravan, who was removing his wristwatch.

"I want a separate room," I said firmly.

"What?" He spun around, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"I don't like repeating myself," I replied, folding my arms across my chest and mimicking his signature attitude.

"Oh! Attitude, huh?" He smirked, stepping closer. "And why do you want a separate room?"

"Because we're not at your home, surrounded by your family. Here, we can stay separately, acting like two different individuals instead of pretending to be a couple." My tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"But you know Lucky, he-"

"He's just the caretaker of this resort, right?" I cut him off. "And you, Mr. Shravan Singhania, is an expert in threatening people. It shouldn't be difficult for you to keep his mouth shut."

His lips parted, ready to retort, but no words came out.

"Fine," he said after a moment, his voice resigned. "Take your stuff and go to the adjoining room."

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