AYUSHMAN'S P.O.V
I rolled my eyes as Aryaan teasingly suggested I was feeling jealous. But, if I'm being honest, I couldn't completely deny it. Something inside me did boil when I saw Arohi flashing that big smile at Aryaan-something she never directed toward me. Without thinking, I immediately told her to go to her cabin.
And today, I didn't leave for work early. As I promised myself, I'd try to be her friend. Yes, the marriage was forced, and everything about it felt like a set of circumstances I didn't ask for. But that didn't give me the right to treat her poorly. I wasn't going to say hurtful things anymore. I would try to be respectful.
"Now I see it clearly โ Rishika's claims that Arohi tortured her hold no weight in my eyes. I'm Ayushman Suryavanshi, and I believe in nothing but undeniable proof, the kind you can see with your own eyes.
I've witnessed firsthand the depth of Arohi's love for my mother โ she may not be bound by blood, but her affection for her runs deeper than anything I've ever seen.
"A person who loves so fiercely could never be capable of tormenting anyone. This is a truth I stand by."
When we entered the building, I could see those familiar gazes from the office crowd, but this time, Arohi didn't seem nervous.
She stood tall, even though I noticed her shifting uncomfortably when she saw the group of overly-dressed mannequins-the women who clearly wanted to be in her place. I could tell they were all envious of her. I knew they would never have the chance to marry me-not in a million years. Not in my nightmare too.
I saw Arohi lost in thought, and I knew it-she was easily affected by all this. That's when I decided to step up and cheer her up. After all, that's what friends do, right? And the way she said she would roast me earlier? I was curious to see how my little kitten would pull that off.
Present time.
"Aryaan, you can go to your cabin and let me work peacefully"
I said, my voice sharp with the need for focus.
"Sure, boss"
Aryaan replied, flashing me a grin before walking out.
I turned toward the secret camera, my gaze lingering on Arohi. I watched as she tried to gather her hair into a bun, but then, to my surprise, she smiled softly and let it fall free. Arohi... I thought, a slight smile tugging at my lips. Something about this gesture made my heart skip a beat.
Then my brain mocked me,
Ayushman Suryavanshi, aren't you smiling a little too much today?
I quickly adjusted my posture, shaking off the thoughts, and forced myself to focus on my work. But a few minutes later, I called in one of the female workers and handed her Arohi's schedule. She nodded, but then... she did something that made me feel disgusted-she bit her lip seductively as she gazed at me.
Why did I even choose a woman for this? I thought. I don't want anyone but me anywhere near Arohi.
I told the worker to leave, but to my surprise, she lingered, her voice low and... horrible in my ears.
"How are you, Mr. Suryavanshi?"
She purred, trying to act bold.
Without even looking at her, I replied, my tone flat.
"Happily married."
Her smile faltered, and without another word, she turned on her heel and left my cabin, clearly disappointed. I felt a strangeย satisfaction at the moment, but the image of Arohi smiling with her hair loose was still playing in my mind, and for reasons I couldn't quite explain, I didn't mind it one bit.
I don't understand why I find such comfort in seeing her smile... Even though I've caused her tears time and time again, now all I want is to see her happy, never to make her cry again. Why am I feeling this way? Ayushman, pull yourself together! You have to refocusโyour crowning ceremony awaits! Get back to your purpose, man!
AROHI'S P.O.V
I was deeply focused on my work, eyes glued to the screen, when suddenly the door burst open, revealing a girl. Without a second thought, she marched in and slammed a file onto the table with such force that I flinched, my heart racing.
The audacity of her-her attitude practically radiated off her like a storm about to hit. I stared at her in shock, unable to comprehend the sheer boldness she had in stepping into my space like this.
"This is your damn schedule. I just don't get it why Ayushman chose you over me!! I'm so much better than you but he still chose you. Ugh god a terrible mistake"
I was listening to her and thought that she's very brave enough to say these things to me but I'm Arohi.... Now wait.
I stood up from my place and stand in front of her. She rolled her eyes on me. That's it. I slapped her hard in her face which made her widen her eyes.
She said.
"You--"
Before she could complete the sentence I again slapped her. She was looking at me with horrified expression.
I fixed her with a cold, unwavering gaze, my expression neutral, as I spoke with controlled intensity.
"The first slap was for showing attitude and disrespecting my husband by calling him by his name"
"The second one"
I paused, my voice lowering,
"Was for rolling your damn eyes at me like I'm beneath you."
Each word hung in the air, sharp and deliberate, as the tension between us thickened.
I leaned in, my voice dripping with cold authority as I looked her dead in the eyes.
"Sweetheart, I'm a Rajput before I'm a Suryavanshi, and I don't think you know enough about Rajputs to understand that we don't tolerate insult-we take action."
I let the words hang in the air, each syllable heavy with meaning.
"So, take note of that and drill it into that thick skull of yours."
I paused, my gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, a look of sheer disdain crossing my face.
"And as for you thinking Ayushman would ever marry a girl like you-I can't even imagine it."
I straightened, my voice turning ice-cold.
"Now, just get the hell out of my sight."
As the girl turned to leave, the door suddenly swung open, and Ayushman stepped into the cabin, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene before him. My heart skipped a beat.
What is he doing here?
I thought and panic rising within me.
Wait... did he hear everything I said to her?
A cold shiver ran down my spine as the horrifying thought crossed my mind-What if he misinterprets this? What if he fires me on the spot? My mind raced, the consequences of my impulsive actions dawning on me with full force. Arohi, why do you always do things that could jeopardize your future? I mentally chastised myself, anxiety creeping in like a shadow.
The silence was broken by his voice, sharp and commanding.
"Miss, you're fired."
My heart stopped for a moment, and I closed my eyes, desperately hoping that the "miss" wasn't referring to me. But when I opened them, I saw Ayushman's finger pointed directly at the girl. A wave of relief washed over me-I wasn't fired... I'm safe.
The girl, on the other hand, went pale, her eyes widening in horror.
"Sir, please, don't do this-please, sir"
She begged, her voice trembling with desperation.
Ayushman's gaze turned ice-cold, his eyes burning with fury as he stared her down.
"I don't like repeating myself," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"And I'll make sure you never work in this industry again."
The girl gasped, her face crumpling as she broke into uncontrollable sobs. But Ayushman didn't flinch. He stood there with a neutral expression, unshaken by her tears, his gaze now settling on me.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with nerves, and looked down, suddenly feeling small under the weight of his gaze.
The girl left in a broken silence, her cries echoing as she walked out. Ayushman took a few steps toward me, his presence commanding and intense. He stopped right in front of me, and I opened my mouth to explain, to somehow justify what had just happened.
"See, she said-"
But before I could finish, Ayushman lifted his finger to my lips, silencing me in an instant.
"Shhhh..."
He whispered, his tone so commanding that it left no room for argument. My breath caught in my chest, and I could feel my pulse racing.
I tried to avert my gaze, feeling the intense proximity between us, but Ayushman gently cupped my chin, making me look directly at him.
My heart skipped a beat as I blushed, unable to tear my eyes away from his smirk-that smirk-as if he was thoroughly enjoying the situation.
My breath hitched, my pulse racing, and I couldn't understand why. Why do I always react like this?
His mere presence, the brush of his touch, his words-they always set something aflame inside me. Why? I thought, my mind swirling, helpless in the wake of his effect on me.
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