Yuvaan's POV

Kids? Of course, I want kids. And that too with my honey bun? Absolutely! I will have a whole cricket team, soccer team, basketball... Oh wait, wouldn't my Kitten get tired? She won't have any time for me then. How about 6 or 4? Hmmm, how about 2? I don't want to stress her.

"What are you thinking about, bro?" Heena waved her hand in front of me.

I ignored her and checked babies' pictures online. She reminded me that I had to leave for a meeting in five minutes, and if I didn't pack up my stuff instantly, she would tell Reyna that I was procrastinating instead of working.

It was my first day after the long break, but my P.A. had no sympathy for me. I glanced at my wife, who had her head in her laptop and was staring at it with full concentration.

"Learn something from Bhabhi," Heena teased. "She is already done with her work, but she is still here in case something urgent comes up."

"She is my wife after all." I grinned.

Heena rolled her eyes and told me to get my butt in my car within a minute, so I did as ordered in order to save myself from the devil sitting in the adjacent cabin. Reyna had become so well versed with everything that she didn't tolerate even a single mistake.

Employees respected her but were afraid of her too. I was really proud of her; she had learned a lot in a very short span of time. I knew my decision of letting her handle everything in my absence was right.

"Bro!" Heena yelled.

"Coming," I said and rushed out of my office.

I waved Reyna goodbye on my way, and she told me to be home early. I smirked but zoomed off when she shot me a fake glare. I continued thinking about her even when I reached my business client's office. Somehow, I managed to go through the meeting as Heena was there to monitor my movements.

The conference took a lot of time, and I was getting impatient to go home. I had gotten used to rest and getting back to work didn't seem that much fun. It was a temporary feeling, but all I wanted to do was to lay down with my wife and just be in her embrace.

"Seriously." Heena punched me on the shoulder.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I complained.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot since morning? You know how much work is piled up for you? But no. You are busy acting like a goof."

"Come on, Monkey. Chill. Work is work. I will do it tomorrow if I can't do it today." I shrugged.

She shot me a murderous glare and threatened me that she wouldn't let me leave that easily. And she proved her point when we returned to my office. She dumped a huge pile of files to sign and gave me my new schedule. I groaned when I saw the therapy sessions taking a large portion but didn't say anything.

I got busy and didn't realise when the clock struck 9 p.m. Heena did overtime, but she got tired and told me that we should leave. I nodded and told her to leave first. She reminded me what Reyna had told me earlier, and I snapped up from my chair. I winded up in flash speed and reached my car before she could even press the lift's button.

I imagined various stuff during the ride and thought of asking Reyna if she would like to plan a trip. I reached my home while wondering about it and dropped my bag and coat on the couch once I got inside. I took out my shoes on the way and jumped on the stairs.

I heard Grace Nana scolding me for throwing my stuff around, but I gave her a sheepish smile and headed to my room. I took a deep breath as I pushed the door and opened my mouth to call Reyna, but the room was entirely dark. I took a step forward and heard a soft crunching sound under my feet.

I switched on the lights, and as the dim yellow flare spread, my eyes widened. I looked at my surroundings in awe: rose petals were all over the rug, while the bed was decorated with white and red garlands. Everything was surreal but my jaw dropped when I saw my wife.

Her nightsuit was transparent!

"You took a lot of time," she said as she came towards me.

She laughed as I couldn't form a reply. She moved her right hand forward and gave me a beautiful rose. I took it and was about to hug her, but she stopped me and grabbed my wrist. I followed her to our bed and nodded when she told me that we would eat first.

I waited for her in anticipation, and once she got back with a huge bottle of champagne along with our food, I told her that I really liked her surprise. She fed me the first morsel and every dish was my favourite. She asked me about my day and the meeting, and I told her that Heena behaved like a Satan. She laughed, and I observed her closely.

She was smiling naturally.

When we finished our food, she told me to freshen up. I rushed inside the washroom after grabbing my stuff and returned in a snap. I saw Reyna checking out her appearance in the mirror and wrapped my arms around her waist.

She giggled when I kissed her neck and bit her earlobe. I made my way downwards as my hands roamed on her waist, caressing her skin. She stopped me, and I pouted. She pecked my cheek and told me that she had to show me something.

"Promise me that you won't lie or fake your reaction," she said seriously.

I promised her and saw that she was fearing something. I noticed her eyes' glimmer dimming as she turned around slowly. She moved her hair from her back and her body shook lightly as she removed her robe. Her shoulders slumped as my eyes roamed on her back.

It was scarred, and a huge black scar ran from her waist to a few inches below her neck in an arc. The scar reminded me of the one I saw on Arman's arm. I lightly ran my fingers on her back after taking off her brassiere.

"Kitten..." I traced the black scar and felt my eyes getting misted over.

I pulled her closer and kissed her back. She shook, confirming that she was crying.

"Aren't you disgusted?" she asked in a broken voice.

I turned her around and wiped her tears. "Why would I be, Reyna?"

I hugged her tightly after I kissed her eyelids. She broke down in my arms and sobbed. I rubbed her back.

Who did that to her? Did someone attack her?

As I pondered over it, I remembered the conversation between Advait and Reyna when Arman had come unannounced. At that time, she said that it was fire, but the scar on her back seemed like the one from acid.

Who dared to hurt her? And how come Arman doesn't know anything about it when he also suffered from the attack? Did someone try to kill both of them?

I glanced at my wife, and her breathing had become slow. Her eyes were closed, and after checking that she was asleep, I dressed her in one of my shirts and laid her down on the bed. I kissed her forehead and clenched my fists as I felt like hitting something.

I didn't feel like disturbing her sleep; her face looked pale, so I let her rest and left the room. I headed to the Cell and entered after doing the retina scan. I went straight to my special room and punched the wall.

Which motherfucker even tried to think of hurting my wife?

After bruising my knuckles, I glanced at the various torture tools proudly decorated on the wall and the shelves. I took out a baseball bat embedded with nails and rough strips all over that peeled off skin in just one hit. I had used it only two times and the people on the receiving end had died in just one day.

I checked more equipment as I felt my blood boiling. While I was busy, I heard some shuffling on my right side. I turned my head and saw the top of a head moving back and forth. I narrowed my eyes and stepped back when Advait jumped up suddenly and yelled in joy.

"Finally, made it!" he yelled.

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked.

He glanced over his shoulder. "Oh hello, Yuvi. Nice to see you again."

He waved a long metal sword in front of me, and I told him to be careful when he swung it forcefully. The sword hit a metal shelf, cutting one side in three places. Advait smiled in admiration and told me that he was working on a flexible sword with threw mouths and folded like a rope.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Nothing special," I said.

"Then why are you holding a whip so tightly?"

I thought for a moment and told him to whip me as I felt my anger rising. Advait accepted the offer without any argument and took the whip from me.

"How many do you want?" he inquired and hit me before I gave him my answer.

"Motherfucker!" I cursed.

"Have you gotten weak, Yuvi?" he taunted.

I gritted my teeth and told him to go harder. He didn't even ask me the reason behind it and had fun. I knew I had asked for a death sentence when I told Advait to whip me, but there was no one else who would have granted my request. And I knew he was already aware of what was going on in my mind going by how he was smiling like a maniac.

"Enjoying it?" he asked.

"A lot," I grumbled as I received another hit.

Fuck this idiot. He is hitting too hard. But I won't say anything or he will make fun of me for a whole week.

As he kept hitting without any mercy, I felt my head throbbing with pain more by each passing second. Finally, my patience broke, and I caught the whip after turning around. I swung my hand at Advait, but he caught it in time and kicked me in the stomach. In a flash, he handcuffed my right hand to a metallic pole and snatched the whip from me.

"Bastard," he mumbled and told me to stay in one place.

He warned me and returned with few tablets. I gulped them down, and he rested his back on one of the shelves. He waited till I calmed down and asked me if I was feeling well.

"Still gonna torture yourself over your past actions?" he asked after I nodded.

"I needed that beating," I deadpanned.

"Seriously, Yuvi, stop stressing about it."

"What are you guys doing here this late?" Shaurya asked as he entered the room.

He etched his eyebrows when he saw me handcuffed, while Advait played with the whip. He shot Adi an accusatory glance and scolded him when he saw the wounds on my back. Advait shrugged his shoulders and told him that I was the one who had requested him.

Shaurya rubbed his temples. "You guys are the main reason behind my stress."

"Yuvi was feeling guilty towards Reyna, so I whipped him. But according to that, I should receive a beating too for being a douche bag. Why don't you whip me too, Shaurya? And then when you are done, Yuvaan will whip you. Wouldn't it be such a nice bonding session?" Advait suggested.

Shaurya took the whip from him and threw it aside. "This is not the time for jokes!"

Adi averted his eyes when our best friend looked at us in disappointment. He told us not to fool around and take the matter seriously. He lectured us to be careful around Reyna and keep her happy all the time.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he listed out what she liked and what she didn't, and what we should do to avoid causing her any distress. He was acting really protective of her and sensitive whenever her name came up.

He sat near me and asked me what happened exactly. I ignored his question and stared at him in accusation.

"Are you interested in my wife, bro?" I asked.

"So what if I am?" he challenged.

I punched him across the face and glared at him. Advait pulled Shaurya away from me and smacked him behind the head.

"Why are you purposely provoking him?" he scolded Shaurya.

"Then tell this jerk to keep his nonsense to himself," Shaurya retorted.

Adi told me to stop staring holes in Shaurya and vice-versa. He stood in his previous spot and told us to listen carefully.

"We can't change what happened, and we also know that Reyna's case is sensitive. So, instead of beating ourselves for something that happened in the past, we should focus on present. We can't undo our mistakes, but we can make sure not to repeat them.

"And Yuvaan, your focus should be your wife and nothing else. And you, Shaurya, stop messing with him unnecessarily," he concluded.

Shaurya and I nodded, and Adi showed us his new weapons. I glanced at my curly haired friend and punched him as I remembered what he had said earlier. He pulled my hair and hit me when I pushed him. Advait shook his head after glimpsing at us once.

"I am surrounded with idiots," he said.

I was going to hit him, but he waved the whip in front of me; I decided to duel with Shaurya only.

As Adi said, my focus should be on Reyna only. I wouldn't always be getting a second chance.