Rathore mansion fell silent in the early morning. Abhimanyu and Ekansh went to the gym. Arnav still hadn't returned to the mansion, and Aavyan went out for some work.
Arthi awoke alone in the room, having dozed off while waiting for Arnav. She glanced at the clock, realizing how late it had become. Rushing into the bathroom, she quickly showered and then set about preparing herself for the day.
As she examined her reflection in the mirror, her expression clouded with disappointment. She added the final touches to her look: simple yet elegant. Just as she was about to leave, she muttered to herself, "What kind of husband is he? He hasn't returned yet."
Frustration flickered across her face as she pondered whether she was in the wrong room. Shaking off her doubts, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, ready to begin her first cooking duties as part of the rituals.
Entering the kitchen with a hint of hesitation, she discovered that everything was already prepared. Determined to make a good impression, she started cooking.
When Arthi finally joined everyone for breakfast, her nerves were palpable. The silence at the table added to her anxiety. She received a reassuring smile from a woman she assumed might be the first daughter-in-law, and she returned the smile.
As Hrudhay tasted the kheer she made, his eyes widened in delight. He looked at her with surprise and took another bite, while everyone else was equally impressed. They finished their breakfast quickly, all eyes on Arthi. Her heartbeat quickened under her father-in-law's cold gaze, but then he smiled gently, leaving her confused.
"Beta, the food was excellent, and the kheer was the best I've ever had," Hrudhay said with a warm smile. He handed Arthi a gift, which she accepted gratefully. After blessing her, he left.
Arthi looked at the gift, which included a customized necklace, a Porsche car model, and a designer saree. The opulence of the gifts shocked and intimidated her. Before she could fully recover, her other brother-in-law, Aavyan, approached.
"Bhabhi, that food was excellent. I'm so lucky to have both of my bhabhi's cooking so well," Aavyan said with enthusiasm. He handed her his gift, which was a necklace, and Arthi smiled in response.
"Bhabhi, if you don't mind, could I have another bowl of kheer?" Aavyan asked, his smile charming. Arthi nodded and brought him another bowl, which he eagerly devoured.
Next, Ekansh approached and presented his gift: a collection of high-end jewelry and a bracelet. Arthi hesitated at the sight of such expensive items, feeling out of place.
"Bhabhi, I'd like to take a box of kheer to the office. Could you prepare one for me?" Ekansh requested, seeming genuinely impressed by her cooking. Arthi obliged and packaged the kheer for him. After receiving his gift, Ekansh and Aavyan left for the office.
Arthi took the gifts to her room and stored them in the closet. Then, she went downstairs and found Misha standing with a box in her hand.
"I'm Misha, the elder daughter-in-law," Misha introduced herself with a warm smile. Arthi returned the smile, feeling comforted by Misha's tone.
"I'm Arthi," she replied meekly. Misha nodded in acknowledgment.
"I really liked the kheer," Misha said, making an effort to befriend Arthi. Her smile widened at the compliment.
"This is my gift for my beautiful sister-in-law," Misha said, handing Arthi a box containing an art print. Arthi smiled, pleased to receive a gift that felt genuine and not overly extravagant.
"I really like it, bhabhi. Thank you," Arthi said with a childlike smile, and Misha chuckled in response.
"We're friends now, okay?" Misha said warmly. Arthi nodded, relieved to find a friend in the vast mansion.
"You're so sweet, bhabhi," Arthi said with a heartfelt smile. Misha hugged her, and they shared a sisterly bond. Misha then took Arthi to the lawn, and they began to chat, forming a connection in the midst of the sprawling estate.
Arthi and Misha were talking and laughing together when Arnav returned to the mansion. He saw them chatting, but without a word, he headed straight to his room.
"Bhabhi, both of our husbands are ice," Arthi said, her tone a mix of shock and disbelief. Misha nodded in agreement.
"Don't even get me started, Arthi. Mine is practically the whole Antarctica," Misha replied with a hint of displeasure, making Arthi burst into laughter. Misha soon joined in, their shared amusement filling the hallway.
"Bhabhi, I think I'll rest for a bit. You should too, and then let's prepare lunch together," Arthi suggested. Misha nodded, and the two women stood up, parting ways as they headed to their respective rooms.
As Arthi entered her room, still chuckling over their conversation, she froze. Arnav was seated in his wheelchair, engrossed in a file. The serious look on his face made her heart skip a beat. He looks so... she couldn't even finish the thought as her nerves began to take over.
Arnav glanced up at her, and her breath caught in her throat. She gulped, feeling suddenly self-conscious. She wanted to say something, but the courage she had mustered the night before seemed to have evaporated.
Arnav observed her reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. She looked beautiful in her simple yet elegant saree, her innocence only adding to her charm. The way she fidgeted with her clothes and her eyes darted around the room made him want to tease her even more.
"You look beautiful," Arnav said, his tone cold but his eyes betraying a hint of warmth. Arthi blinked, surprised by the compliment.
"You made kheer, didn't you?" Arnav asked, his expression serious again. Arthi nodded quickly, remembering how Aavyan had raved about it earlier. Arnav couldn't resist asking-after all, she was his wife, and he had every right to taste what she had made.
"You're not going to give me any?" he added, noticing she was still standing there, looking unsure.
"Huh? I-I'll get it right away!" Arthi stammered, quickly leaving the room. Arnav sighed as he watched her go.
Arthi returned with a bowl of kheer, which Arnav took without a word. As he tasted it, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly masked his reaction with his usual cold demeanor. "Aavyan was right," he thought as he finished the kheer, placing the bowl down.
"I suppose I should gift you something now," Arnav said, his tone still cold as he looked at her with unreadable eyes.
He handed Arthi a gift, and she hesitated before taking it. Inside was an expensive handbag and a designer saree. Seeing the brand, her head spun. She looked up at him, unsure.
"It's too expensive. I don't need it-it must have cost you a fortune," Arthi said meekly, her voice laced with shock.
Arnav sighed, his expression shifting to one of mild offense.
"What do you think of your husband? That I can't afford this?" he asked, his tone sharp.
"Your husband can afford to buy the entire company of that brand, darling," he added with a smug smile, watching as Arthi blinked in surprise.
"Sit down. I want to talk to you," Arnav said, gesturing towards the bed. She hesitated but eventually sat down.
Arnav sighed, his demeanor growing more serious.
"I don't want anything in my room changed. Understood?" he said coldly. Arthi nodded slowly, fear creeping into her expression.
"And another thing," Arnav continued, his tone commanding.
"You are now the wife of Arnav Rathore. You better start acting like one. You carry the pride of being my wife, which is not something to be taken lightly. So, behave accordingly."
His words stung, and Arthi could feel her heart sinking.
"Don't expect anything from me. I can't give love-frankly, I don't even know how to love," Arnav said, his voice void of emotion. Arthi's face fell, the weight of his words hitting her hard.
"You are my wife outside this room, and that's it. Inside, you're nothing to me," he added, his gaze as cold as his tone. Arthi stared at him, her expression unreadable.
"You can go now," Arnav said, turning his attention back to his file, dismissing her without a second thought. Arthi stood up, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. What had she expected from her sister's former fiancé? Love? No, maybe just... something more than this cold indifference.
She left the room and walked towards the garden, hoping the fresh air would help clear her troubled mind.
Arthi wandered into the garden, taking in the surroundings with a sigh. She was lost in thought when she heard someone call her name. Turning, she saw Misha approaching with a raised eyebrow.
"Bhabhi, you're out here?" Arthi asked, noticing her expression.
Misha sighed softly. "Just needed some fresh air," she replied, and Arthi nodded in understanding. They both took a seat on a nearby bench.
"This mansion can be so dull sometimes," Arthi remarked, her voice tinged with boredom. Misha nodded in agreement.
"Bhabhi, how many people live here?" Arthi asked cautiously, curious to know more.
"Our father-in-law, my husband, your husband, Ekansh, and Aavyan. That's it," Misha replied, glancing around the vast garden. Arthi nodded thoughtfully.
"So, we're the only two women here," Arthi noted, as if confirming it for herself.
Misha smiled gently. "Yes, it's just us," she agreed. The two continued their conversation for a while longer before deciding to head inside to prepare lunch.
Rathore gift's for Arthi
Hrudhay Rathore
Father in law
Misha
Sister in Law
Aavyan Rathore
Devar ji
Ekansh Rathore
Devar ji
Arnav Rathore
Pathi dev ji
Husband
"Trust me at this point he is better then The Abhimanyu Rathore"