Arthi and Misha were sitting in the garden. Arthi was munching on snacks, while Misha sat in deep thought, struggling with the reality of her marriage. Her husband, Abhimanyu, seemed as cold as ice, devoid of any visible emotion. Misha felt her dreams shattering and was worried about disappointing her parents, who had always supported her unconditionally.
"Heâs such an arrogant jerk," Misha muttered to herself, thinking about Abhimanyu. Arthi looked at her, puzzled.
"Bhabhi, I donât think Abhimanyu jiju is bad," Arthi said, trying to offer a different perspective. Misha sighed and looked at her with a resigned expression.
"Well, maybe not to others, but he feels bad for me," Misha said, her gaze firm. Arthi nodded in agreement, understanding the weight of Mishaâs words.
"Youâre right. This family is quite strange," Arthi said, continuing to munch on her snacks. Misha nodded, grabbing a piece of Lay's.
"In my house, there were just three of us-my parents and me-but our home was always filled with laughter and life," Misha reflected, looking out at the garden. Arthi nodded in sympathy.
"You know, Bhabhi, even though there were only four of us in my house, it was lively, unlike this place," Arthi shared, munching on her snacks. Misha nodded in agreement.
"I think there are more people in this house than just us," Misha said, turning to Arthi. Arthi looked at her with cautious curiosity, and they continued their conversation.
"Arthi, your marriage to the Arnav seems even stranger than mine," Misha remarked, and Arthi laughed softly.
"I know, right? I didnât even know I was getting married until the last minute," Arthi said with a hint of humor.
"I got married without any time to think about it, all thanks to Trisha. She ran away, leaving me in this mess," Arthi confessed, disappointment clear in her voice. Misha sighed sympathetically.
"My uncle told me if I didnât marry him, the Rathores would ruin his reputation," Arthi explained.
"I saw my husband threatening my uncle, and I was terrified. He looked like a monster."
Misha laughed at the description. "Youâre scared of your own husband?" she teased, but her laughter faded when she saw Arthiâs genuinely terrified expression.
"Bhabhi, you havenât seen how angry he was when he threatened my uncle. I was so scared I couldnât even speak to him," Arthi said, her face reflecting genuine fear.
"Arthi, donât be scared. Everything will be alright," Misha said soothingly, placing a hand on Arthiâs shoulder. Arthi nodded, accepting the comfort, and hugged Misha. Misha gently patted her head with tenderness.
Arthi gazed at the garden, her thoughts returning to the frightening incident, and the fear crept back into her heart.
Ekansh slammed his hand against the steering wheel, his frustration boiling over as he sped towards the Rathore mansion.
"Hell with my life," he muttered under his breath, the tension clear in his voice. He glanced at the project file Abhimanyu had given him, his anger simmering.
"What kind of idiotic project is this?" he grumbled, eyes narrowing at the papers.
"I donât want to go to that village, or wherever it is," he snapped, his fury reflected in the increasing speed of his car.
Upon reaching the mansion, Ekansh stormed inside, his mind still fuming, but was soon greeted by Misha and Arthi, who were setting the dining table.
"Ekansh, come have breakfast. You werenât here this morning," Misha called out, her warm smile soothing his frustration, if only slightly.
"Bhabhi, Iâm not hungry," Ekansh replied politely, trying to mask his irritation.
"Not hungry? You havenât eaten anything since morning," Arthi said with a confused smile.
"Come on, you should eat something," she insisted, almost ordering him, with Misha nodding in agreement.
Ekansh sighed, "Bhabhi, I ate outside. I need to get ready now, so Iâll eat at dinner."
Both women exchanged puzzled looks. "Are you going somewhere?" Arthi asked, her confusion evident.
Ekansh nodded, taking a deep breath. "I have some office work. Iâm going out of the city," he explained.
"Then take care and go safely. When are you leaving?" Misha asked, her tone softening as she gathered information.
"Iâll be leaving in the morning," Ekansh said before heading towards his room.
Later that night, Aavyan returned from the office, exhausted, and was about to head upstairs when he heard someone call him.
"Where are you going?"Arthiâs voice rang out as she approached, and Aavyan turned to her, a confused look on his face.
"Bhabhi, what are you doing here?" Aavyan asked, surprised.
"You didnât have your dinner, so I was waiting for you. Come on, letâs eat," Arthi said tenderly, making Aavyan pause and look at her. Touched by her care.
"Aavyan, do you want to eat or not?" Mishaâs voice joined in as she appeared, and Aavyan looked even more surprised.
"Misha Bhabhi, youâre here too?" Aavyan asked, still surprised.
"Hurry up and eat," Misha ordered, her tone strict, leaving no room for argument. Aavyan raised his hands in surrender, walking towards the dining table. As he began eating, neither of them let him speak until he had finished his meal.
"Bhabhis, why did you wait for me?" Aavyan asked hesitantly once he was done, the question lingering in his mind.
Both women smiled. "We knew youâd come home late and go to bed without eating, so we waited," Arthi replied, a victorious smile on her face.
"How did you know?" Aavyan asked, still confused.
"Dad told us you always do this," Misha said, her tone serious. Aavyan couldnât help but smile at that.
"Aavyan, donât skip meals. Itâs not good for your health," Arthi said gently, her caring tone warming Aavyanâs heart. He felt truly cared for, possibly for the first time.
"Aavyan, from now on, youâll eat your meals, understood?" Misha added firmly, and Aavyan nodded with a smile as they both affectionately ruffled his hair. Arthi gave him a playful pat on the head.
"I will, Bhabhis," Aavyan said, saluting them, which made them laugh before they headed to their rooms.
Aavyan stood there for a moment, overwhelmed by their care. He had never known what motherly love felt like, having no memory of his mother. But now, he felt he understood, a wide smile spreading across his face as he walked towards his room.