Abhimanyu entered his room to find Misha already on the bed, preparing to sleep. He growled in frustration and walked over to her.
"Donât sleep on my bed," he ordered, making Misha glance at him briefly before returning to her task.
Misha, still sitting on the bed, heard Abhimanyu but chose to ignore him, thinking his complaints were nonsense.
"I said donât sleep here. Itâs my bed," Abhimanyuâs tone was sharper now, but Misha remained unfazed.
"Iâm speaking here! Donât you know how to listen when someoneâs talking? I said, donât sleep on my bed," Abhimanyu said coldly, grabbing Mishaâs arm to make her turn towards him. She gave him a piercing glare, and he hesitated before letting go, standing awkwardly.
"What if I say Iâll sleep here anyway?" Misha challenged, crossing her arms.
"Excuse me?" Abhimanyu said, his disbelief evident as he stared at her.
"Iâll use the same words you just used about manners," Misha replied, irritation clear in her voice.
"This is my room," Abhimanyu said, his eyes blazing. Misha, though slightly intimidated, stood her ground.
"So what?" Misha raised an eyebrow defiantly, making Abhimanyuâs teeth grind.
"What that means is you need to get out of here," Abhimanyu said through clenched teeth.
Misha, listening to her husband, wore a nonchalant expression.
"I donât think it belongs to you alone," she said seriously.
"You want to be my wife now? I made it clear the night of our marriage," Abhimanyu said, but Misha cut him off.
"I know you donât consider this marriage, and neither do I," Misha said, her gaze steady.
"At first, I thought we could work on this marriage, even though it was arranged. But you said you donât consider it a marriage. So why should I fight to keep it? Marriage requires both of us to work on it. If you donât consider it, why should I? I donât consider it either," she stated firmly.
"And I donât even consider you as my husband, Mr. Ice," Misha added with a smug smile, making Abhimanyuâs fists tighten.
"You donât consider this marriage? Well, Iâm truly blessed," Abhimanyu said with a smirk. Misha looked away, unfazed.
"Then why the hell are you here in my room? Get out! Iâm tired of seeing you," Abhimanyu said with a mocking tone. Misha chuckled before responding.
"I donât intend to stay in your room, but I donât want our parents to find out and feel bad, especially for you. They think youâre a gentleman," Misha said with a smug smile, leaving Abhimanyu looking at her in disbelief.
"I donât care. Just donât sleep in my bed. You can sleep wherever you want, just not on my bed," Abhimanyu said, taking a deep breath to control his anger.
"I wanted to say the same. You can sleep wherever you want except on the bed," Misha retorted, raising her eyebrows. Abhimanyuâs frustration boiled over as he stormed toward her, looming over her. Misha stepped back but maintained a defiant gaze. Abhimanyuâs anger flared as he looked at her with fiery eyes.
"Donât think you can play games with me. Iâm not as lenient as you think," Abhimanyu warned, his glare intense.
"I donât have time for games, and I donât even think about you," Misha said dismissively, making Abhimanyuâs jaw tighten and his fists clench.
"Get out of here and sleep wherever you want. Iâm giving you a chance. Just leave my sight before I do something Iâll regret," Abhimanyu said, his tone calm but dangerous. Misha frowned at his words.
"I have every right to sleep on this bed. Itâs your fault that you care," Misha shot back. Abhimanyu sighed, stepping back as he struggled with his emotions. He turned away, trying to calm himself.
"I might not care about this marriage, but I have a right in this room. You know why?" Misha asked, looking at him as he glared.
"Weâre married. You married me, so I have every right to sleep wherever I want in this room. And Iâm going to sleep on this bed," she said angrily, sitting on the bed and lying down before Abhimanyu could respond.
"You-"Abhimanyu began, his teeth grinding and fists clenched, but he sighed in resignation. He smirked, thinking she would eventually leave. Instead, Misha turned, placing a barrier between them and turned her back to him. She fell asleep, leaving Abhimanyu seething with anger as he turned away, unable to control his rising frustration.
Arnav was engrossed in reviewing a file for the last time, making sure there were no mistakes.
Arthi entered the room with a smile, ready to unwind for the night, but she froze upon seeing Arnav deeply absorbed in his work. What is he doing here? Is he staying? Why? Arthiâs thoughts were written clearly on her face.
"What are you doing there? Are you going to come in or just stand there?" Arnav's voice cut through her thoughts. Startled, Arthi stepped inside and stood beside him, who was seated in his wheelchair next to the bed.
Arnav looked up, sighed, and said, "Arenât you going to ask why I wasnât here last night?"
"You said we are nothing inside this room," Arthi replied meekly, avoiding his gaze.
"I said that?" Arnav raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"You said that we are nothing inside this room, that you donât care," Arthi clarified, trying to keep her composure.
"If I said it, then I meant it," Arnav said with a deep, cold tone, making Arthi look up at him.
"You understood it very well, wifey," he added, his tone chilling and his handsome features momentarily distracting her.
Arnav glanced at the file one last time before setting it aside and beginning to get into bed. He paused when he noticed Arthi standing quietly, her eyes fixed on the floor. With a sigh, he said,
"Arenât you going to help your husband, darling?"
Arthi looked up, startled by his tone.
"Your husband is in a wheelchair. Donât you think you should help?" His voice was icy, causing Arthi to shiver.
Startled, Arthi hurried over and assisted him onto the bed.
"Huh... I will," Arthi replied quickly, moving to help him into bed with a sense of urgency and help him with a care.
Once Arnav was settled, he sighed and began to prepare for sleep. Arthi stood near the bed, unsure of where she should sleep, her anxiety growing.
Arnav glanced at her with raised eyebrows. "Why are you standing there? Arenât you going to sleep?"
"I will, but where should I sleep?" Arthi asked, confusion evident in her voice. Last night, Arnav had not been in the room, so she had slept peacefully in the bed. With him here now, she was unsure where to lie down, worried about his reaction if she took the bed.
"You can sleep wherever you want, anywhere you like" Arnav said coldly with a warm tone next moment changing to darkened expression.
"Iâd highly prefer you to sleep on bed, here, beside me," Arnav said, gesturing to the space next to him on the bed. Arthiâs eyes widened with fear as she looked at the spot, and Arnavâs expression darkened.
"Are you going to sleep or not? Iâm tired," Arnav said with a dangerous edge to his tone, hinting at irritation. Arthi flinched and quickly moved to her side of the bed.
Arnav settled on his side of the bed, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Turn off the light, darling," Arnav said, his eyes already closed.
Arthi, still stiff, looked at him wide-eyed. "Huh?" Arthi said looking with wide eyes and she sleeping on bed like a statue not moving in fear of Arnav
"I said, turn off the light," Arnav repeated, his tone cold.
Arthi nodded, hurriedly turning off the light. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to fall asleep, while Arnavâs smirk widened. He sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.