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tere pyaar bina yu he 
zindagi jee rahe hai, 
akelepan se ab daar nahi 
lagta hume tere jaane ke baad 
yu he akele jee rahe hai!!!

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Ashwin's pov:

As the ring game concluded and Anshika emerged victorious, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sight of my spirited bride laughing and teasing with Viyaan only served to fuel the simmering anger and frustration bubbling within me. With each playful taunt, his sense of defeat grew, gnawing at me from within and threatening to consume me entirely.

As Anshika's laughter echoed through the halls of the mansion, My footsteps faltered, my heart heavy with a sense of defeat and humiliation as no one ever defeated me before but Just that Arranged wife Anshika. With each step I took, my anger burned hotter, a searing inferno of resentment and indignation raging within me. The facade of composure I had carefully maintained began to crumble, revealing the raw emotion that lay beneath.

As I reached the sanctuary of my room, I slammed the door shut behind me with a resounding thud, the sound reverberating through the silent confines of the chamber. Alone at last, I collapsed onto the edge of my bed, My hands trembling with pent-up frustration as I struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within Me.

Author's pov:

In the solitude of his room, the weight of his defeat bore down upon him like a heavy burden, threatening to crush him beneath its relentless weight. His mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy and failure, his pride wounded by his inability to emerge victorious in the playful competition.

Fists clenched tightly at his sides, Ashwin fought to rein in the tide of rage that threatened to consume him whole. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he wrestled with the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

In the depths of his despair, Ashwin felt an overwhelming sense of isolation and loneliness wash over him, a bitter reminder of the distance that still lay between him and his spirited bride. Despite his best efforts to conceal his true feelings, he couldn't escape the crushing weight of his own disappointment and resentment.

And as he sat alone in the silence of his room, the echoes of Anshika's laughter ringing in his ears, Ashwin couldn't help but wonder the defeat he just got from his Newly arranged wife who just entered in his life and defeated him and teased him with his own brother.

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As Anshika watched Ashwin storm off upstairs without a word, a pang of concern and confusion pierced through her jubilant facade. Her laughter faltered, giving way to a furrowed brow and a troubled expression as she tried to make sense of his sudden departure.

For a moment, she stood rooted to the spot, her heart heavy with a sense of unease as she replayed the scene in her mind. Had she said something to upset him? Had her victory in the ring game wounded his pride more deeply than she had realized?

As she glanced around the room, her eyes seeking out Viyaan and Noha, she found herself torn between the joy of her triumph and the nagging worry for her husband's well-being. Despite their playful teasing and laughter, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.

With a furrowed brow and a determined set to her jaw, Anshika made a silent vow to herself. She would find out what was troubling Ashwin, whatever it took. She couldn't bear the thought of him suffering in silence, his emotions hidden behind a mask of stoicism.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Anshika excused herself from the company of her siblings, her steps purposeful as she made her way towards the staircase leading to the upper floors of the mansion. 

As Anshika approached their chambers, her heart heavy with concern for Ashwin, she found herself confronted by Viyaan's gentle inquiry. His voice, filled with genuine concern, cut through the silence of the hallway, drawing her attention as she paused outside the door.

"Bhabhi, is everything alright?" Viyaan's voice was soft, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he watched her closely.

Anshika offered Viyaan a reassuring smile, her lips curving upwards in an attempt to mask the worry that lingered beneath the surface. "Yes, Viyaan, everything is alright," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.

Though her words were meant to reassure, Anshika couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides. She knew that something was amiss, that Ashwin's sudden departure had been fueled by more than just a momentary lapse in judgment.

With each step she took, her heart raced with apprehension, her mind racing with a myriad of unanswered questions.

As she reached the top of the stairs, Anshika paused for a moment, her hand resting against the cool surface of the banister.

With a determined stride, Anshika made her way down the hallway towards their shared chambers, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to face whatever awaited her on the other side of the door. Whatever lay ahead, she knew that she would face it with the unwavering strength and resilience that had brought her this far.

With a lingering glance at Viyaan, Anshika turned her attention back to the door, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to face whatever awaited her on the other side. With a silent prayer for strength and guidance, she reached for the handle and pushed open the door, steeling herself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As she stepped into the room, her eyes immediately sought out Ashwin, who sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, his back turned towards her. The sight of him, hunched over and lost in thought, tugged at her heartstrings, filling her with a sense of urgency and determination.

With a steady stride, Anshika crossed the room, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished floorboards. As she approached Ashwin, she reached out a hand, her touch gentle and reassuring as she rested it upon his shoulder.

"Ashwin," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness and concern. "Is everything alright? You seemed...disturbed downstairs."

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing as they stood together in the quiet of the room. And then, finally, Ashwin turned to face her, his eyes weary but filled with an undeniable warmth as he met her gaze.

"It's nothing, Anshika," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "Just...a momentary lapse in judgment, that's all."

But Anshika knew better than to accept his words at face value. She could see the pain and turmoil etched upon his features, the weight of his emotions heavy upon his shoulders.

As Ashwin retreated to the changing room, seeking solace in the quiet confines of the space, Anshika made her way to a nearby table where a mirror gleamed softly in the dim light of the room. With a sense of determination, she set about the task of removing her makeup and freeing her hair from the intricate pins and adornments that adorned it.

As she looked into the mirror, her reflection gazed back at her, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. There was weariness in the lines that creased her brow, a hint of vulnerability in the soft curve of her lips. But there was also strength there, a quiet resilience that belied the turmoil swirling within her.

With practiced hands, Anshika began to carefully remove the layers of makeup that adorned her face, wiping away the carefully applied cosmetics until her skin was bare and unadorned. Each swipe of the cloth felt like a small act of liberation, a shedding of the masks and pretenses that she wore for the outside world.

Next, she turned her attention to her hair, gently pulling out the pins and clips that held it in place. With each pin that she removed, her hair cascaded down in soft waves, framing her face in a halo of dark curls. It was a simple act, yet one that carried a profound sense of intimacy and vulnerability.

As she worked, her mind drifted back to the events of the day, to the playful banter and laughter that had filled the air. But beneath the surface, there was a lingering sense of unease, a gnawing worry for the man she loved and the barriers that seemed to stand between them.

Lost in her thoughts, Anshika didn't notice when Ashwin emerged from the changing room, his footsteps soft against the floorboards as he approached her from behind. It was only when she felt his presence beside her, his warmth enveloping her in a comforting embrace, that she turned to meet his gaze.

Anshika, her fingers deftly undoing the intricate pins that adorned her hair, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

Ashwin silently went on his bed and started working on his laptop and Anshika sat back to her place and started removing her pins

As she worked, her gaze flickered briefly towards Ashwin's retreating figure, her brow furrowing with concern. "Ashwin," she began tentatively, her voice soft yet filled with a gentle urgency. "Why were you looking at me ?"

Ashwin's response was hesitant, his gaze fixed on his laptop screen as he struggled to find the right words. "I...I was just..." he faltered, his voice trailing off into a strained silence.

Anshika's heart ached at the sight of his discomfort, the distance between them palpable despite the physical proximity. Sensing his reluctance to open up, she offered him a reassuring smile, though her eyes betrayed her concern. "It's okay, Ashwin," she said softly, her tone gentle and understanding. "You don't have to say anything if you're not ready."

With that, she turned her attention back to the task at hand, her fingers resuming their delicate work as she continued to remove the hairpins from her hair. The gentle clinking of metal against wood filled the room, a soothing counterpoint to the tension that hung in the air.

Meanwhile, Ashwin buried himself in his work, the glow of the laptop screen casting shadows across his features as he focused intently on the task at hand. Though his mind was consumed with thoughts of Anshika and the unresolved emotions swirling within him, he found solace in the familiar rhythm of his work, a temporary distraction from the turmoil of his inner turmoil.

As they worked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the distance between them felt more pronounced than ever.