The air inside the dimly lit bedroom was thick with the scent of fresh roses and burnt sandalwood. The soft glow of golden lamps flickered against the deep crimson walls, highlighting the extravagant decor- the kind of setup meant for a romantic wedding night.
But romance was the last thing in the air.
Trilokya sat at the edge of the massive bed, her elaborate bridal attire still draped around her like a golden cage. Bangles clinked against each other as she clutched her phone tightly - before it slipped from her hands, landing on the polished wooden floor with a dull thud.
And then-
"Behenchodd."
The whispered curse tell from her lips, slicing like a sharp blade.
At that very moment, the bathroom door creaked open.
Steam curled out into the cold room, and from the fog, Reyant stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel slug dangerously low on his hips. Droplets of water trailed down his sharp jawline, disappearing into the hollow of his collarbone. His jet-black hair dripped onto his bare shoulders, the dim lighting carving sharp edges into his already dangerously sculpted .
Trilokya's mouth was still open in frozen horror, her entire body locked in place.
Reyant froze. He tired, grumpy eyes slowly turned to her.
Trilokya didn't even notice him. She was like... she was reading her death sentence.
His jaw clenched. " Excuse Me? What did you just say?"
She didn't respond.
His grip on the towel tightened, his icy gaze traveling from the fallen phone to her stunned face. A muscle in his jaw flexed. His exhaustion from the long wedding rituals had already worn his patience thin, and now this?
Pushing away from the doorframe, he took a slow, calculated step toward her.
Trilokya's spine went rigid. " Wait."
He didn't stop.
Another step.
"I--"
Another step.
Her heartbeat picked up speed. The lamp's golden glow caught the wet sheen on his skin, making him look even more intimidating. His tall frame cast a shadow over her as he reached her, standing impossibly close. Close enough that she could feel the faint warmth radiating from his damp skin, close enough that the sharp scent of his body wash - something fresh, something cold- made her senses flicker with unease.
He leaned down slightly, his breath ghosting over her ear, and in a voice as low as a midnight whisper, he murmured.
" Where is my belt?"
Trilokya’s soul left her body.
Her eyes snapped up to his, pure panic flashing acton her face. " What? ! "
He stayed perfectly still, gaze unreadable, watching her like a predator observing prey.
She sucked in a sharp breath, hands gripping the bedsheets. "WHY DO YOU NEED A BELT?"
One dark brow lifted ever so slightly. "To tie you up and throw you out, obviously."
Her mouth dropped open. " YOU CAN'T Just - "
Reyant sighed, straightening up. "I knew this marriage would be exhausting, but I didn't expect it to happen on the very first night."
Trilokya scowled, momentarily forgetting her fear. " You're exhausting."
And you're loud," he shot back without hesitation.
She huffed, rolling her eyes before her brain finally caught up with the situation.
The phone. The curse. Right.
She dramatically groaned and fell back onto the bed, hands over her face. "This marriage... This house... And you, Mr. Icey RAS - "
His brow twitched. " What?"
" All bring bad luck for me!" she whined.
" My exam date sheet just came!"
Reyant just stared at her. Then, exhaling a sharp breath, he ran a hand through his damp hair. "So , let me get this straight," he said, voice eerily calm. " You cursed at the universe... because of your exam date sheet?"
" YES!" She sat up instantly, gripping her phone. "Because I thought I had time ! But noooo. The universe decided to punish me the moment I stepped into this mansion!"
Reyant let out a slow, humorless chuckle and shook his head. " Unbelievable." He turned away, grabbing a white T-Shirt and sliding it over his head. As he adjusted the fabric, he muttered under his breath, " A weird dictionary is what they've married me to."
Trilokya's head snapped up. "What did you just call me?"
He pulled the hem of his t-shirt down and finally looked at her. " Dictionary. That's your name now."
She scoffed, folding her arms. "You don't get to give me nicknames, Mr. Towel."
Ignoring her completely , Reyant walked to the bed , switching off the bedside lamp. Then, pausing just as he lay down, he sighed. "You should stop throwing tantrums, Dictionary. Or you'll fail your exams and this marriage."
Her jaw dropped. " Excuse me?"
He closed his eyes, completely unaffected. " Goodnight."
Trilokya seethed, gripping her phone. "I swear I'll poison you someday."
His lips barely twitched. " Looking forward to it."
The silence in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
Reyant lay on one side of the vast bed, his arm draped over his forehead, eyes closed. His white T-shirt clung to his toned chest, the damp scent of his shower lingering in the air. He looked relaxed - composed.
But inside?
That stupid car side.
The way she waltzed into his house like she owned it.
That goddamn smirk when she made him carry her inside.
The way she cursed right in front of him - mouth wide, eyes horrified- like she just committed some ultimate crime.
A headache.
This woman was a walking headache.
A woman designed for madness.
Without even realizing, the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
But--
"Yeh kis tharki aurat se shadi karwa di hai meri ?."
His own words echoed back in his head , and the smirk disappeared instantly.
Meanwhile, Trilokya was still sitting like an unwanted outsider at the edge of the bed, her heart heavy under the Weight of the night... and all the gold and stones still clinging to her body.
Her fingers traced the mangalsutra around her neck- the chain felt like thorns cutting into her skin.
"Aurton ka nasib bhi ajeeb hota hai..."
She muttered to herself.
" Pehle ghutno ke bal chaIna sikhte hai... aur zindagi ke aakhiri din tak...ghutno ke bal hi chalna padta hai"
She headed to wardrobe...
Meanwhile He was pretending to be asleep.
suddenly....
"Ice Cube?"
Silence.
"RAS?"
No reaction.
Then, she used the forbidden nickname.
" Walking Fridge?"
His brow twitched. God help him.
Then-
" Aree suno na, Mr. Towel?"
That did it.
His eyes snapped open. His head turned slowly toward the wardrobe area, where the door was slightly ajar.
And then, he saw her.
And fuck.
Trilokya was standing there, half-hidden in shadows, lehenga still hugging her waist, but her blouse-
Oh, that blouse was the real problem.
No dupatta.
No jewellery, except for the bangles clinking softly against her wrists and the mangalsutra that rested above her heart.
And that damn blouse- half-undone, the strings at the back tangled like a knotted equation that refused to be solved.
She held one end of the string helplessly, biting her lip, struggling to untangle it.
A bride, wrecked in frustration.
A husband, watching in stunned silence.
For the first time since the wedding, Reyant didn't know where the hell to look.
" Meri blouse ki dori fas gayi hai.Khol nahi rahi ," she huffed, not looking at him.
He blinked. Twice.
Processing. Calculating.
Malfunctioning.
Of course, Mr. RAS wouldn't make this easy.
His lips carved slightly.Interesting.
" Pati hoon, magician nahi," he murmured.
She narrowed her eyes.Oh, he wants to play? Fine.
" Pati ho? Mujhe laga bas ek naya tax lag gaya meri zindagi pe."
His smirk widened.
His lips twitched. This woman.
With a sigh-half exasareration, half something he didn't want to name- he swing his legs off the bed and walked toward her.
Her breath hitched as his shadow loomed over her.
She could feel him before he even touched her.
And then- he was right behind her.
His breath ghosted over her shoulder. The scent of his fresh shower, of something cold, expensive, dangerous wrapped around her.
She froze.
Her fingers tightened around the fabric...
"Hilna mat," he murmured, his voice impossibly close to her ear.
Her knees threatened to give out.
She knew this was just him helping, just a stupid blouse, just a stupid string -
But why the hell was she suddenly hyper - aware of every move he made?
His fingers brushed her back as he touched the knotted mess of strings.
She swallowed. Hard.
And then, she felt It.
The slow, accidental drag of his knuckles against her skin.
Goosebumps erupted everywhere.
Her breath hitched - too fast, too sharp, too obvious.
Reyant stilled.
He had felt that.
He had heard that.
And suddenly-this wasn't just some random blouse situation anymore.
This was war.
His fingers resumed their work, slower than necessary.
His touch lingered just a second longer than it should have.
And just when she thought she could breathe, just when she thought she had control again-
His fingers slipped.
And the knot, which had been stubbornly tangled for so long- come undone.
Her blouse loosened instantly.
The fabric slid slightly off her shoulders, exposing more skin than before.
And that was the moment where everything flipped.
Reyant's fingers froze.
His jaw tightened.
His mind - previously cool ,calculated - was now blank.
He hadn't really... thought this for ahead.
His breath hitched silently as his eyes flickered down for just a second- just a single second- before he snapped his gaze back up, his ears suddenly feeling hot.
Trilokya, still clutching the front of her blouse, felt the unmistakable shift in him.
Oh. My. God.
Was he... awkward?
Was Mr. RAS, The Walking Fridge, actually flustered?
She turned her head slightly, trying to catch his expression.
Reyant immediately looked away.
Her lips curved.
Bingo.
"Ho gaya?" she asked, voice way too casual for the tension drowning them.
He cleared his throat.
Stepped back immediately.
" Haan."
Silence.
Thick. Heavy. Drowning.
Neither of them moved.
Then - without another word- Trilokya shut the wardrobe door between them.
And Reyant?
He stared at the closed door.
Expression blank. Mind still malfunctioning.
Jaw tight.
Hands flexing.
Still hearing the sound of her damn breath hitching in his head.
Still seeing her standing these, half-undone, looking like the biggest mistake he was ever going to make.
He exhaled sharply.
" Shit."
" I was already losing."
~~~~~
Reyant lay on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, his jaw locked so tight it could crack diamonds. The ceiling fan whirred above him, but it wasn't enough to cool down the fire spreading under his skin.
His mind was a damn battlefield. Because that wardrobe moment? That cursed moment where he had to untie her blouse, feeling the warmth of her bare back under his fingers? Yeah. His brain wasn't letting that go anytime soon.
He should sleep.
He should let it go.
But then- she walks out of the bathroom.
Trilokya, freshly showered, hair damp, dressed in a loose t-shirt and joggers, looking criminally comfortable in his bedroom -
As if she belonged here.
As if this was normal.
As if she hadn't just dragged him into insanity a few minutes ago.
Fucking hell.
She barely even glances at him before settling onto the side-couch, towel - drying her hair, scrolling through her phone like the world wasn't falling apart inside his damn head.
And then-
Her phone rang.
At first, he didn't care.
Until-
" TRILOKYA ! TELL US! WHICH ROUND?!" Her three besties ( Tveshi, Vrishti and Iravya )
...Excuse the fuck out of him?
His fingers stilled. His breath hitched. Did he just hear that right?
From the corner of his eye, he saw her visibly glitch.
" KYA??!!"
Her reaction should have put an end to the conversation.
But her friends? Oh no. They came armed with audacity.
" Uff, don't act innocent! HOW many times? HOW was the warm -up? First time nerves, huh ??"
Holy. Fucking.Hell.
Reyant sat up straighter.
He had heard some wild shit in his life.
But this?
This was a new level of psychological warfare.
He expected her to shut them up.
But no.
No.
Trilokya - demon spawn that she was, took a deep breath-
AND MATCHED THEIR ENERGY.
"Arrey, abhi bas das minute pehle hua tha -"
Reyant lost his grip on reality.
His head snapped toward her so fast, it was a miracle he didn't sprain something.
She was lounging on the couch like a woman at peace, Casually lying through her damn teeth.
"OHHH MYYYY GODDD!!" One of the girls shrieked.
" Wait, wait, WAIT! Dus minute? WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO US?!"
EXCELLENT QUESTION.
He would also like to fucking know.
"I mean, yaar, ek break toh banta hai na?" Trilokya sighed dramatically.
Break?
BREAK?
Reyant's jaw locked.
He was a man of patience. A man of control.
But this was some next-level demonic behavior.
"And how was It?"
" Ah, thoda rough tha pehle, but phir toh _ "
" TRILOKYA."
His voice sliced through the air like a guillotine.
She froze.
Her lips were parted mid-sentence.
Eyes wide with guilt.
Like a woman who had just gotten caught stealing national secrets.
The line went silent.
Too silent.
Then-
"- wait. That was him, Wasn't it?"
CLICK.
She cut the call faster than a corrupt politician dodging questions.
The room was thick with tension.
Deadly. Explosive.
And then-
" You want to die, don't you?" His voice was impossibly calm.
Trilokya swallowed.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She didn't dare more.
Reyant was still on the bed, same position, same blank expression - but his eyes?
His eyes were dark as hell.
She had unlocked something.
Something dangerous.
~~~~~~
Reyant stepped onto the terrace, inhaling the crisp night air like a man desperate for oxygen. His head was a battlefield, the earlier incident playing in loops he couldn't escape. Her voice, her scent, the way her skin felt beneath his fingers. Damn it.
He ran a hand down his face, frustration thick in his veins. What kind of wife ignores her husband on their wedding night and calls her friends to casually discuss " rounds"?
This woman was unhinged.
After some time- enough to clear his mind but not his frustration- he walked back into the room, expecting tension, silence, maybe even a cold glance.
But no. His wife, his freshly wedded wife, the one he was supposed to share a bed with tonight, was sitting there cross - legged on the couch, flipping through a goddamn Forensic Medicine textbook like she was preparing for war.
Her suitcase was half- unpacked, but what was unpacked? Books. Medical books. A fucking pile of them.
He shut the door, his patience hanging by a damn thread.
"Tell me something, Dictionary." His voice was dangerously smooth as he stepped closer. "Did you just casually forget you got married tonight? Or is this some kind of academic foreplay I don't know about?"
Trilokya lazily lifted her eyes, as if barely registering his presence. Then she clicked her tongue and flashed a smirk.
" Oh, Reyant, don't flatter yourself." She stretched out dramatically, flipping a page. "This- " she pointed to her iPad - " is far more stimulating than whatever you have to offer. "
His jaw clenched. " You're testing my patience."
She feigned innocence. "You have patience ? Damn, I was sure you left that back at the wedding altar along with your sense of humor. "
His nostrils flared, " You know, for someone who just got married, you're doing a terrible job of pretending to be a Wife."
She finally put her book aside, tilting her head with an exaggerated, mocking pout. "Oh no, am I failing as Mrs. Sindhu? Should I start crying? Maybe wail about my suhagraat being ruined?" she clutched her chest dramatically. " Oh, Reyant, how could you let me spend my first night studying instead of swooning in your arms?"
His lips pressed into a thin line." You know what? Forget patience. You're testing my will to not throw you out of that damn window."
She gasped, overly scandalized. "You want to get rid of your wife already? And here I was, about to offer you a role as my unpaid personal assistant."
Reyant narrowed his eyes. "Personal assistant?"
" Yes. You see, this syllabus- " she tapped the iPad- "is a nightmare. So, I was thinking, since you're so desperate to do husband duties, maybe you could start by fetching me some coffee."
His jaw flexed. Was this woman real?
" Trilokya." His voice was lower now, rough." You're acting like this marriage doesn't exist."
She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms, a smirk curling on her lips. " Oh, it exists, alright. It's just at the bottom of my priority list. "
Reyant inhaled sharply, trying not to lose his temper. "You're unbelievable."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "I know, right? Imagine being married to me. Oh wait-" She grinned. " You are."
Reyant let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Wow. So, I come second to textbooks now ?"
She shrugged. "Actually, third. Second place goes to my Wifi connection."
His jaw twitched. "This woman."
But before he could even consider anything , she got up, gathered a sheet, blanket, and pillow, and—without a damn word—started arranging a sleeping spot on the floor.
Reyant stared, utterly done. “What. The hell. Are you doing?”
She fluffed the pillow, adjusting her blanket. “Sleeping?”
“On the floor?”
“Do you see a second bed here? No? Exactly.”
Reyant let out a disbelieving scoff. “You can’t be serious.”
She settled down, completely unbothered. “Oh, but I am. Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of sleeping peacefully in my privileged king-sized bed, knowing my entire academic future is hanging by a thread.”
Reyant stared at her for a long, long moment, his lips pressing into a firm line.
She had single-handedly robbed their wedding night of any semblance of normalcy.
He climbed onto the mattress with a deep sigh, lying back against the headboard. His gaze flickered to her one last time, but she had already closed her eyes.
As if he didn’t exist.
As if tonight wasn’t supposed to be their first night as husband and wife.
Reyant let out a slow, humorless chuckle, shaking his head.
He had married a menace.
~~~~~~~
The early morning sun streamed through the curtains, spilling light into the room. The world was awake. The sindhu household was buzzing with breakfast preparations, elders discussing traditions, and the three menaces - Dadu, Arin and Vyara, downstairs already stirring up chaos.
But in this room?
Trilokya was out. Like a dead woman. Arms sprawled, tangled in the blanket, breathing slow and peaceful, sleeping like she just completed an 18- hour surgery instead of getting married last night.
Reyant stood near the wardrobe, dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up. His hair was damp, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. He had seen enough.
He walked over to the side couch, sitting down, his sharp eyes fixed on her.
Unbelievable.
His wife-the one who was supposed to be doing some first rasoi ritual, earning brownie points with the family, maybe at least pretending to be a new bride- was sleeping like she was in a five-star spa.
His jaw tightened.
Then, against all logic, his gaze drifted. Her loose t-shirt had slightly ridden up, exposing a silver of skin near her waist. Her long hair fanned over the pillow, strands falling across her face. She looked...soft. Different.
Not that it changed the fact that she was a menace.
He leaned back, arms crossed.
" Inko shaadi ke baare mein kuch bataya bhi gaya tha ya bas achanak se shaadi ho gayi?" he murmured to himself, shaking his head.
Reyant exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face.Perfect.
He looked back at the very much unconscious woman on the floor.
"Agar uthane gaya aur mood swing aa gaya toh? Kahi side mein rakhi textbook utha ke na maar de."
For the first time in his life, Reyant Sindhu hesitated before waking someone up.
And this was just Day One.
Reyant Sindhu's morning routine:
Wake up, freshen up, get dressed, have breakfast.
Reyant sindhu's morning today: Stuck watching a woman snoring in his room.
His wife, ladies and gentleman.
Unbothered.Unaffected. Undeniably frustrating .
For a second, he debated his options. Wake her up gently? Throw a pillow at her? Dump water on her?
Unfortunately, none of these were socially acceptable.
So, instead, he leaned down and shook her lightly.
"Dictionary, uth jao."
No response.
He shook her again- firmly this time.
Still nothing.
" Dictionary. " His voice was sharp.
Trilokya (grumbling, half-asleep):
" Behenchod - Kaun h jo subah subah zameen hilane ki koshish kar raha hai?!"
Reyant froze. Excuse me?
He gave her one last shake, this time with authority.
Trilokya groaned, barely cracking one eye open. And then- she saw him.
She blinked once. Then twice. Then stretched like a cat, sighing lazily.
" Oh, Aap."
Reyant clenched his jaw. " Haan.Main. Aur aap jo supposed ho ki neeche pehli rasoi ke liye jaane ke liye tayaar ho, vo bhi aap."
Trilokya yawned. " Pehle Chai"
" Pehle shower."
Trilokya blinked up at him, expression blank. Then, she flipped the blanket over her head and went back to sleep.
Reyant ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly.
" Dictionary, get up before I -"
Before he could complete the threat, she sat up suddenly and rubbed her eyes. " Theek hai baba, chill. Ja rahi hoon. Tumne toh dictatorship declare Kar di subah subah."
She stood up, stretched one last time, and walked straight into the bathroom - but not before leaving her sleeping spot an absolute mess.
Reyant looked at the disheveled sheets and pillows. Then at the closed bathroom door.
For a second, he debated leaving it
But the neat-freak in him twitched.
With an irritated sigh, he folded the blanket, stacked the pillows, and arranged the sheets.
"Tumse better toh ek bacha discipline follow kare. "
Bathroom door creaked open.
And Reyant-who just finished fishing the mess she left behind- looked up.
And then, immediately regretted it.
Because she stepped out... in only a blouse and a petticoat.
Like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. Like this wasn't the kind of sight that could make a lesser man lose his entire grip on reality.
She didn't even blink at his presence.
Didn't bother covering herself.
Didn't even acknowledge the fact that she looked like a damn storm waiting to happen.
Instead, she simply held up the six yards of fabric in her hands and frowned at it like it was a math problem.
" Yeh kaise hota hai?"
Reyant, who was still processing the audacity of this situation, blinked.
Reyant let out a sharp laugh, rubbing his temple. " Roz pehenta hoon."
She rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. " Mujhe nahi aati. Help karni padegi."
Reyant stared at her. " Dictionary, tumhe lagta hai main tumhe saree pehnana sikhaunga?"
She shrugged, completely casual.
" Video dekh lo koi"
" Tum bhi dekh sakti ho."
" Haan, but pleats banana toh tum hi karoge na ."
Reyant inhaled sharply, stared at the ceiling for divine patience, then pulled out his phone.
With a saree tutorial video playing, Trilokya stood in front of Reyant, attempting to wrap the saree around herself.
She failed.
Miserably.
Pleats collapsed. Fabric twisted. The entire thing looked like an unfolded parachute.
Reyant watched this entire circus performance with a blank expression.
Trilokya (grumbling, frustrated): "Yeh toh… hadd ho gayi."
She tried to tuck the pleats in. They fell apart again.
Finally, she threw her hands in the air. "Reyant, just—help na!"
Reyant clenched his jaw. "Agar tumhe first attempt mein hi Vogue cover model banna tha, toh mujhe bata deti."
She gave him an exasperated glare. "Zyada sarcasm nahi. Karo jo bola hai."
He exhaled sharply, stepped forward, and took the saree from her hands.
"Chup khadi raho."
She froze.
Because Reyant—who had been all dry sarcasm and irritation till now—suddenly became serious.
He folded the pleats with precision, his fingers brushing against her bare waist as he tucked them in.
She swallowed.
The room? Too quiet.
His fingers skimmed her back as he adjusted the pleats there. Heat coiled in her stomach.
Her breath hitched when he pulled the pallu over her shoulder.
The mirror in front of them reflected the tension.
His voice was low, sharp.
"Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tumhari intelligence sirf medical books tak limited hai."
Trilokya narrowed her eyes. "Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum saree expert ho."
He smirked slightly, stepping back. "Tum soyi thi, maine bhi ek YouTube degree le liya."
She huffed. "Next time, kar lungi khud."
Reyant (low, amused): "Agli baar bhi mujhe hi bulana padega."
Trilokya flushed.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
A maid’s voice came from outside. “Sir, sab breakfast pe wait kar rahe hain.”
Reyant, without looking away from Trilokya, answered. “Aa rahe hain.”
Maid: “Aur Bhabhi ji?”
Reyant glanced at her, smirked. “Woh bhi.”
The maid left.
Trilokya adjusted the saree one last time, glancing at herself in the mirror with a mild frown. The damn thing was heavy as hell, and she was already regretting her life choices.
Reyant stood behind her, arms crossed, watching with an expression that was neither amusement nor annoyance—something else entirely.
Reyant smirked slightly. "Tumhare logic se, tumhe toh ek OT gown pehen ke neeche chale jaana chahiye."
She rolled her eyes, reaching for the bangles.
The moment she slipped them on, Reyant’s gaze flickered—unintentionally observing the way they jingled softly against her wrists.
Trilokya (dramatically sighing): "Koi toh scientist ho jo shringar ka lightweight version invent kare. Heavy saree, heavy jewelry, heavy naath, heavy expectations—kaise jeeti hain auratein?!"
Reyant leaned against the dressing table, watching her struggle with the earrings.
"Mujhe kya pata, mere ghar ka first-hand experience toh abhi shuru hua hai."
She scowled, trying to hook the jhumka in place. "Mujhe na tumse zyada umeed nahi thi."
He watched her struggle for a moment before grabbing one of the earrings from her hand.
Trilokya (narrowing her eyes): "Tum—"
Without saying a word, he reached out and fixed it himself.
She stilled.
His fingers brushed against her jawline for barely a second, but it was enough to make her breath catch.
The room? Silent.
Too silent.
"Pehn liya?" His voice was low, casual, unreadable.
She blinked, snapped out of it, and turned to the dressing table again, hastily reaching for the sindoor.
As soon as she picked it up, he let out a short laugh.
"Abhi bhi lagta hai shaadi ek official joke hai?"
Trilokya arched a brow, twisting open the small box of vermillion. "Tumhare saath ki hai, toh haan."
He smirked, watching closely as she lifted her fingers to her maang.
The moment the red powder touched her skin, something in the air shifted.
Reyant’s smirk didn’t disappear—but something about it softened.
She caught the way his gaze lingered—just for a second too long.
And just like that, her inner chaos mode activated.
Trilokya placed the box back on the table and turned toward him, arms crossed. "Tum itne ghure kyun ho? Shadi ki realisation ab hui kya?"
Reyant scoffed. "Main toh bas yeh dekh raha hoon ki tum jaise rebel specimen bhi sindoor pehne ke baad ek biwi ki tarah lag sakte hain."
She gasped, mock-offended. "Kya tumne mujhe specimen bola abhi?!"
"Haan, because tumhara species alag hi chal raha hai."
She huffed, flicking the end of her saree dramatically.
~~~~~~~
She smiled. Wide. Mischievous. Daring.
“Okay, fine, my patidev,” she teased, sliding the milk jug across the counter. “Make your sweet, sweet kheer…” She smirked. “Let’s see how hot it turns out.”
Reyant… blinked.
Arin? Dead. Vyara? Gasping. Dadu? Having the time of his life.
And Reyant? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream at her, kiss her, or just…
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