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Mishika's pov
My steps slowed down, the ping notification sound dragged my attention to my mobile screen. Curiosity filled me in upon finding his name on the screen since we don't really text or call each other. Pushing the other thoughts away, I instantly opened the text page.

A startled gasp egress from my lips as the image in the chat opened to reveal a section of his closet filled with different types of pink.

Aarav
Pink morning, Honey-eye.

Mishika
What have you done ?

This time instead of receiving another text, I received another picture. I swear my heart skipped a beat as my gaze bore into his eyes in the picture, his face akin to a mixture of frown and curiosity. Nonetheless the highlight was the pink shirt he wore, the same one I gifted him.

Aarav
You said men who wear
pink looks handsome.

So, do I look handsome to you ?

Mishika
You're crazy.

Aarav
I told you I'm.
ONLY FOR YOU.

The phone almost dropped when I heard my father clearing his throat a little too loudly. Heat crawled to my cheeks, my face ducked down in embarrassment and all I prayed was that he didn't notice me smiling like a fool.

Shoving the phone in my pocket, I quickly took my seat on the dining chair while I wished my parents a good morning. Beside me, Ishan let out a muffled guffaw, followed by Deepti, making my embarrassment reach another notch.

Isn't he enjoying it a little too much ?

Since, their parents are gone to visit their grandmother, mumma strictly told them to have their meals here. It's always been this way.

The breakfast proceeded with some random chit chat unless Deepti shrieked for me, taking the entire table off-guard.

"Aise kaun chillata hai ?" Ishan chided in, slapping the back of her head. Throwing a dirty look his way, she ignored him as she stretched her phone in my direction across the table.

(Who yells like that ?)

"Di look, doesn't the building Ms cheap Zara is walking out of belong to your in-laws ?"

My eyes surfed through the latest article, as it exaggerated Lara di's relation with Aarav and made assumptions about her being the bride, The Oberois have been hiding. There was even a picture of Lara di walking out of the office compound with the biggest smile plastered on her face and a big bouquet of roses in her hand.

And it was enough to turn my mood sour. My attention shifted to Ishan when I felt a nudge on my arm, and I reciprocated his assuring smile with a thankful one.

Besides the many reasons I have to doubt him, I know him more than that. Aarav is cocky enough that he would disregard her mere presence, and especially after the stunt she pulled in the wedding. I'm sure he wouldn't entertain her, moreover not to the extent that would get her smiling that wide. It can be contrary to that though and I wouldn't be surprised.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise my parents were now reading the article together. I couldn't decipher the emotions on mumma's face, however papa's face was mirroring his thoughts. Things were steadily seeming to get in the right place, although right now I feared it would turn more nasty.

Papa returned the phone back to Deepti, his attention now diverting to me. "I've been waiting to ask this for so long." He began, his tone laced with seriousness and concern. "What have you thought about your future, Mishika ?"

Forcing the lump down my throat, I fiddled with my fingers, too off-guard by the question to form any relevant answer.

"You can't continue your entire life this way." My lips parted but no words came out. "You'll have to come to a proper decision about what you want to do with this relationship."

I know what he is hinting at and don't want to upset him more. He already has been blaming himself for everything. Thinking that he failed as a father. But for me, he has always been my pillar.

Though at the same time, I don't know where I actually stand in my marriage. The dilemma and the fear lurking in the back of my head still fills me with uncertainties. But they seem to camouflage when I'm around him.

"Papa_ I"

My stuttering seized with his assuring squeeze on my palm. "There's no pressure, beta. Take your time." The tenderness in his eyes flamed the wavering hope within me. "All I want is for my daughter to have a choice. The choice which you didn't get last time."

I may not be close to many people, but my parents have really been a blessing. And they are my everything.

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Aarav's pov
The staffs', lined up in my cabin, eyes widened in horror when my hand raised to smash the MacBook. Their desperate wail calling out for me brought my actions to halt and I reminded myself to get a grip on my anger. I've been practising to control my anger for the past few weeks.

"Two days." They visibly trembled on my eerily calm voice. "I didn't attend the office for just two days and you all couldn't even look after what scandal that bitch was brewing."

My father wouldn't take it easy on me. People and their drama get so much on my nerves that I haven't gotten myself into any social media. Even Mish isn't on social media and for fuck's sake, I hope she isn't aware of this forged drama. And especially not her parents.

My social life is so barren that the media eventually lost interest in it. And that worked in my favour to keep me shadowed from any scandals. And I won't let the first ever controversy be linked with a dumbo plastic barbie.

"Mr.Das" I called out and as expected, his reply came within a jiffy.

"Yes sir." The slight tremor in his voice drained his efforts of appearing unfazed. And the fear in his voice helped to slightly soothe my blazing insides. "Sir, this seems thoroughly planned. However our PR team is looking into it.

"Pay whatever amount required but I want this shit gone." If she can't get my warning inside her head in an easy way then I would rather give her the taste of hell. "What is the situation of the shares ?"

"The people we planted are doing their task meticulously. We have got our grip on the insiders and some of the biggest shareholders too."

Monotonously yet indulged with confidence, he spoke out. No wonder he got personally trained under my dad to keep a check on me.

"Ask them to pick up pace. I want to see the downfall of their company and them under our mercy before my first wedding anniversary."

Of course I'm going to use Rhea's way to bring them to shambles. The Singhanias are getting too ahead of themselves and they better learn what happens when one tries to mess with the Oberois.

"And make sure to tighten the security. I don't want them anywhere near our building or my in-laws' house."

His fingers danced furiously on the iPad, typing every command that flew out. The PR team trembled again once my gaze fixated back on them, my demeanour livid.

"It better not reach the brink where I have to make a personal statement, otherwise you all be prepared with your resignation letters."

Their heads bobbled in frantic shakes and they instantly scurried out as soon as I made a gesture of dismissal.

People often consider fear and anxiety to be the foes in their path. What they fail to see is how these emotions play its twisted game and push our limits. The emotions lurking in the abyss of darkness are much more capable than we envision.

The familiar sound of chortle from across the cabin caught my attention, reminding me of the two obnoxious presence. Before the PR team knocked at my cabin to deliver the very good news of the day, I was engrossed in a meeting with Singh and Somani for the upcoming deal.

"Fuck off!" They laughed more when I sneered out of irritation. To curb the surging headache, I began to massage my forehead. "That bitch needs to wake up to reality."

"Or you can make her sleep permanently."

My countenance turned blank, my eyes bored on Singh's impassive nonchalant face. Soon enough my lips curled into a feral grin, that's the kind of suggestion I expect from him.

"Sounds tempting."

His eyebrows shot up, darkness indulged with amusement swirled in his eyes, "Nothing in this world you get is for free, Oberoi."

That made me scoff. "Sleek bastard."

"Let me know when you both execute the murder." It was Somani who let out the retort, and both me and Singh narrowed our eyes. As if he isn't planning one.

"Though the world would be much more beautiful without her presence, I would rather not get my hands crimsoned with my wife's cousin's blood." A disappointed sigh vented out my lips. "I would handle it my way."

"Anyway, are you guys coming to the club this Saturday ?" Somani stood up, picking his jacket simultaneously.

"I will pass. I've a company to destroy."

After getting my response, his eyes rounded to Singh who looked nonchalant as ever.

"I've a birthday bride to stalk. Next time probably."

"Suits me. Even Ruhaansh is occupied."

They called in their secretaries and after collecting the documents, we called it a day.
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It was after dinner, I was engaged in analysing the current status of the Singhania's shares and the growth of my plan, when my phone screen lit up with Mish's name on it.

"Missing me, sweetheart ?"

However, getting answered by an unfamiliar voice brought me to my toes.

"The number reads Nightmare for a husband, are you her husband ?" A girl shouted through the blaring music in the background. "I thought not to inform her parents when she is so drunk_

"She drank ?" By that time I was already looking for a tshirt to pull on.

"Yes. I mean no. Not intentionally." The girl on the other side was slurring herself and I can't entrust my drunk wife's safety with another drunk girl.⁴

"What's the addres_" The line went dead even before I could finish and that got me groaning in annoyance.

My wife, when out of her senses, isn't good news. It always ends as a disaster.

I drove recklessly out of the mansion, still in my pjs. Whereas in the meantime I waited for the company's IT guy to text me Mish's current location. Lucky for him that he soon sent me that. As I typed the address on the GPS it showed a club not too far from her office, a club owned by Singh.

By the time I found her, after frantically searching everywhere in the club, I was profusely heaving.

My palms caressed her hair and feeling the movement, she raised her head up, which she was previously resting upon the bar counter. "Hello Honey-eye."

"My devil is here." She beamed through hooded eyes.

"Hii jiju." The girl beside her peered at me and waved her hands sluggishly.

(Brother-in-law)

Hanging her purse on my shoulder, my arms serpentined around her waist and I picked her up in my arms before turning towards the exit.

"You too, come along." Throwing a look from my peripheral vision, I began making my way through the swarming crowd. My sweet wife will get upset if I leave her friend behind.

Once I placed her on the passenger's seat and secured the seat belt around her, then did I allow my eyes to have the pleasure of analysing her draped in the yellow transparent saree. Fuck! She looks like the goddess she is.

"Your face resembles the guy from the recent articles." The girl on the back seat, who thought she wasn't loud enough, spoke to herself. Of course the media pasted my photo wherever they got a chance to.

"Because he is the person." Mish quipped in, a giggle escaping through her mouth.

"So you two_ Oberois ?" The girl, whose name I discovered was Sitara, shrieked while poking her forefinger in my back. Damn! Stop doing that. I'm driving.

Mish's eyes enlarged, her head tilted back to look at Sitara as she placed her finger on her lips. "Shhh. This time don't spill it out." Upon which Sitara quickly gave a childlike obedient nod.

"But I will give you 20k if you did." I said, my focus still fixed on the road. Sitara squealed from the backseat whereas Mish gave my arm a slap, a frown marrying her visage.

"Bribing is a bad thing."

Amusement takes over my countenance as I stole a quick look of the expression on her face. So naive. So innocent.

"I'm no good man, baby." She pouted at my remark and fuck, all I wanted was to kiss that pout of hers. "But for you, sweetheart_" Taking her palm into mine, I brought it closer to my lips before pecking it softly.

"No hanky pankyyyy." A loud thump followed Sitara's trailing voice and then her groan resonated in the car.

Dropping Sitara off to her address, I brought Mish to our family doctor to make sure she didn't consume any drug besides the regular alcohol. Can't take chances after the last two times.

Her face twitched into annoyance as she fiddled with something on her shoulder. "What are you doing, baby ?"

"Don't talk to me. You forgot me in just four days." My eyes bulged out, not because of her accusation but by seeing her pallu coming undone. The curve of her cleavage heaved as she breathed and it was so fucking hard to withdraw my gaze from my innocent seductress.

Panic surged within me watching her now fiddling with her plates and quickly caught her hand. "Leave me. This is itchy." It was getting tough to keep her seized while driving and her continuous wiggles weren't helping either. "I want to sleep. Naked."

The picture her statement illustrated in my head was nothing close to holy, making my hold tighten around the steering wheel. "This isn't the right time or place for a strip show, my little wife."

Oblivious of the torture she was putting on me, she continued to whine. "Take me to our bedroom."

"Don't temp me to fuck you, sweetheart when I know I can't." Of course, I'm going to end up with a cold shower.

I fixed her saree before entering the radar of the main gate's cctv. And before she could start again with the strip show, I sprinted to her side, picking her in bridal style.

"Now be a good wife and stay still until we reach our room." Her lashes blinked innocently as upon my command, she peered at me with that delirious look in her honey orbs.

The unexpected peck of her soft lips above my jaw blew my body taut, almost making me halt in the way. "You looked handsome in that pink shirt."

"I did ?" That simple compliment from her was enough to dawn me in ecstasy, evoking every Yin and Yang nerve inside me. And everytime I think that I know how far her authority goes on me, she proves me wrong.

Humming in acknowledgement, her head nestled in the crook of my neck, the warmth of her breath teasing and testing my frail control.

Fuck Honey-eye, you will be death to me and that would be the most beautiful way a man would die.

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