Ekansh entered the mansion early in the morning, exhaustion etched across his face. Without a word, he headed straight to his room. Abhimanyu and Arnav, just stepping out of the gym, noticed him. They exchanged a look, both frowning. Ekansh had been acting strangely since his return, the concern evident in their eyes, but neither spoke. They knew it was best to leave him alone for now.
After chatting briefly, Abhimanyu and Arnav joined their grandparents in the living room, engaging in light conversation before they both headed to their respective rooms.
Arnav entered his room to find his suit neatly laid out on the bed, but Arthi was nowhere in sight. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom. When he returned, freshly showered, Arthi was busy adjusting his coat.
"Sweetheart," Arnav called softly, his tone unusually sweet. Arthi turned, smiling as she looked at him.
"Your suit is ready. If you need anything, just ask, and Iâll get it for you," Arthi said in a hurried tone. Arnav gave her a faint smile.
"Sweetheart, you donât need to do all this," he said, his voice returning to its usual coldness, though a hint of warmth lingered. "Just get my suit ready, that's all. And remember-youâre my wife."
Arthi returned his smile faintly, her eyes reflecting her efforts to please him.
"Iâm heading to the office. Iâll be late," Arnav stated bluntly as he buttoned his coat with practiced ease.
"I have work, so... I might not come back at all tonight," Arnav added, his voice colder this time. He glanced at her, catching the brief flicker of sadness in her expression before she masked it.
With one last glance, Arnav walked out of the room, leaving Arthi standing there, her smile fading as the door closed. She sighed softly, her face falling as she tried to shake off the disappointment.
Abhimanyu was getting ready for the office when the door creaked open. He didnât need to look up to know who it was. With a heavy sigh, he turned around, his eyes already prepared for the confrontation that was about to unfold.
Misha, still fuming from last night, stormed into the room, her face hardened with anger. She marched towards him, her frustration radiating off her like heat. But before she could even get a word out, Abhimanyu met her gaze with a cold, indifferent look.
"I know why you're here, so go ahead," he said flatly, his voice void of any warmth, as he offered her a fake, dismissive smile.
Her temper flared at the sight of his composure. "What do you think of yourself?" Misha snapped, her voice sharp with anger. Abhimanyu didnât bother to respond. He simply turned back to his shirt, buttoning it up with calm precision as though her words didnât matter.
"And what was that all about last night?" she continued, her voice rising. "What.....I mean..... What was that kiss about?"
Her words stuttered as she recalled the heated moment, her face growing hot with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. But even now, as her cheeks flushed pink, Abhimanyu still refused to acknowledge her.
"What will you do if I talk back again? Are you going to do the same thing? Well, Iâm not scared, okay?" Mishaâs voice wavered between defiance and uncertainty. She crossed her arms tightly, her breathing heavy, but Abhimanyu didnât flinch.
He calmly finished fixing his shirt, his focus completely detached from the storm in front of him.
"Iâm talking to you!" she shouted, her irritation bubbling over. "And youâre just getting ready as if I donât exist? Do you even have any manners?"
Mishaâs words tumbled out in rapid fire, her frustration fueling every sentence. But Abhimanyu, completely composed, turned towards her, his eyes cold and piercing.
"Thatâs enough," he said sharply, his tone instantly silencing her. His gaze bore into hers, cutting through her anger with chilling authority. "I told you we'd talk in the morning. Weâve talked. Itâs done."
His hands slid into his pockets as he continued, his voice low and dangerous. "Your nonsense ends here."
Without waiting for a response, Abhimanyu turned and strode toward the door, leaving Misha standing there, speechless. Anger boiled within her, but she could do nothing but watch him leave. As the door clicked shut behind him, she clenched her fists, glaring at the empty room before sinking onto the bed, her face flushed with frustration.