Abhimanyu entered the mansion with a determined resolve to talk things through with Misha. Night had fallen, and as he entered his dimly lit room, he noticed she wasn't there. Sighing, he went to freshen up in the bathroom, changed in the closet, and returned just as his phone buzzed with a work call. He stepped onto the balcony to take it, and when he re-entered, he found Misha already in bed, seemingly ready to sleep. Clearing his throat to get her attention, he felt a pang of frustration when she didn't even look his way.
"Misha, we need to talk," he said, his tone cool and controlled. Silence met his words.
"Misha, I said we need to talk. Turn around." His patience was wearing thin, his anger just barely contained. Her cold indifference was unlike anything he was used to handling, and for a fleeting moment, he knew he wouldn't have tolerated this from anyone else.
But Misha remained still, her silence a defiant refusal. She wasn't in the mood to argue, especially over things that felt pointless. She was exhausted from his demands, from his constant coldness. So, she had decided-tonight, she wasn't going to talk.
"What the...?" he muttered, snapping as he reached out and grasped her arm, turning her to face him with a firm pull. Misha stumbled into his chest, her hand instinctively clutching his shirt to steady herself.
"Don't you dare ignore me when I'm talking, biwi," he hissed, his voice a low, heated murmur. His intense gaze locked onto hers, and for a brief moment, the two of them held each other's stare. Her hand softened on his chest, her fingers loosely fisted in his shirt. Something flickered in her eyes he; couldn't quite read-and, realizing his own action, he released her arm while cursing under his breath.
"Misha, we need to talk," he repeated, his tone soft; as She looked down, her face expressionless, but he saw a trace of vulnerability there. He sighed.
"We can't keep doing this, staying like strangers under the same roof. This silence, these fights-they're just making us more draining and hurted. They only make things worse, leaving us bitter and disconnected." His voice held a gentleness that was rare for him, and Misha listened in silence, showing no reaction.
"We share a life now, and we need to find a way to make it bearable, at least. I thought..... maybe we could try being friends?" he suggested, searching her face for any sign of agreement. "It would help us avoid arguments, you know?" Abhimanyu said with cold tone as he looked at Misha for her response who standing without a word.
Misha looked at him with narrowed eyes, her expression hardening.
"I don't want your friendship," she replied icily. His hopeful expression faded.
"We're strangers, just as you wanted, and I'm fine with that. I don't need your friendship, or whatever it is you're offering." Her voice was steady, resolute.
"Don't worry-I won't argue with you. In fact, I won't talk to you at all. We'll just stay exactly as we were." She turned away, preparing her bed without another word, making it clear the conversation was over.
Abhimanyu clenched his fists, fighting back his anger, and walked to the balcony, leaving her in silence. He stood under the night sky, his mind churning. He knew she was hurt, but he hadn't realized how deeply. Now, he questioned whether he should try to speak to her again. Could they ever bridge this rift, or would every attempt end in hurtful words and suppressed anger?
Arnav entered the mansion, his anger simmering dangerously beneath the surface. His jaw was clenched tight, fists balled with barely controlled rage as he sat down heavily in the chair. Today, he had been attacked by his unseen enemies, an ambush that left him seething. Though he had managed to eliminate all of them, their parting words echoed in his mind: "We'll destroy everything you've built."
The very thought made his blood boil. Every part of his empire was built with his sweat and sacrifice-how dare they threaten to tear it down so easily? What stung even more was his inability to uncover the identities of these shadowy foes, despite his power and reach. Frustration and fury blazed in his chest, intensifying with each passing second as he stared ahead, his anger surging higher.
Arthi entered the room with a soft sigh, her expression brightening as she spotted Arnav. She had missed him terribly; he hadn't come home last night, and every minute apart had felt like an eternity. Smiling, she started toward him, but her steps faltered as she noticed his hand, blood seeping from a fresh wound. Her eyes widened, and she gasped.
"Aap..." she whispered, her voice filled with worry. Arnav, lost in his thoughts, sighed, recognizing her presence. Right now, she was the last person he wanted in front of him.
"Aapko ye kya hua?" Arthi exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears as she reached out to take his hand.
"Don't," Arnav said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, and Arthi froze, a frown creasing her forehead.
"What do you mean, 'don't'? Look, you're hurt," she replied, worry clear in her tone. Arnav ground his teeth, standing up.
"I said don't touch me. In fact, don't even come near me. Get out," he snapped, glaring at her with a fierce intensity. Arthi stared at him, confused. She didn't understand the reason behind his anger, nor did she care about it right now. All she cared about was his injured hand, and for reasons she couldn't quite explain, seeing him hurt pained her even more deeply.
"Aap... listen to me. Look at your hand-you're bleeding! Now, I'm not afraid of you, not today..." Arthi said, her voice trembling with determination. She trailed off, her words cut short as Arnav's expression hardened.
"GET OUT!" Arnav roared, his eyes darkening with fury as he took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Arthi's initial fear faded into worry as she composed herself, meeting his gaze defiantly. Arnav frowned, sensing her defiance.
"Aap meri baat suniye," she said, her voice steady, a rare boldness lighting her eyes.
"I'm not afraid of you today, not when you're hurt." Arnav's gaze turned icy. She was provoking a beast within him that he struggled to keep at bay. His fists clenched, his anger dangerously close to spilling over.
"I don't care if you shout at me," she started, her voice a mixture of fear and concern. Before she could finish, Arnav gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her head up. The sudden movement took her by surprise, and she sucked in a fearful breath, swallowing hard.
"You know what?" Arnav growled, his eyes piercing into hers.
"If I am being nice to that doesn't mean you can have control on me, no one controls Arnav Rathore" Arnav warned his tone cold and low with dangerous edge.
"Don't. Ever. Cross what I say. If I tell you not to speak, you'll stay silent. If I tell you to leave, you'll walk out. Understood?" His voice was a cold whisper, each word laced with deadly intent as he held her gaze. Arthi looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear, her body trembling. She had seen him angry before, but never like this. This was a side of Arnav she didn't recognize.
"Get out," he ordered, releasing her face and turning away. Arthi stumbled back, breathing shakily, and with slow, hesitant steps, she retreated from the room, fear gripping her heart as she closed the door behind her.
Inside, Arnav remained, his anger simmering as he stood alone in the silence.
Arthi walked out of the room, her breathing shallow, each word she'd heard replaying in her mind and sinking deeper, causing fresh tears to well up. From childhood, she'd had a phobia of loud noises or shouting, leaving her unable to breathe or think clearly when overwhelmed.
Now, as she tried to steady herself, Arnav's angry outburst had shaken her to her core. Her hands trembled, and she clenched them together tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Memories of her old life at her Chachi's house flooded back. Everyone there knew of her fear, so her uncle and cousin had always spoken softly around her. Only her Chachi had a habit of raising her voice; she wasn't unkind but could be blunt and harsh, which frightened Arthi.
But Arnav's anger was different-it terrified her. She swallowed hard, fear gripping her as she recalled the look in his eyes, the same look he'd had on their wedding day when he threatened her uncle, vowing he'd protect his reputation at any cost. How had she forgotten that fear? How had she let herself get close to him, when she'd once promised to stay away from the man who'd threatened her family?
Flashback.
It was the day Arnav was supposed to marry Trisha, but she had disappeared, leaving everyone in turmoil. Rajvijay, caught between Arnav's rage and his own family's reputation, felt the pressure mounting. Arnav had made it clear-he wanted this marriage to happen, no matter the cost.
Desperate, Rajvijay decided to approach Arnav one last time to find a solution, hoping to prevent disaster. Entering the room, he saw Arnav seated with his attention fixed on a stack of papers. Rajvijay hesitated, swallowing his fear as he prepared to speak. Meanwhile, Arthi, on her way to her aunt's room, noticed her uncle's anxious expression as he entered. She paused, curious, and stayed hidden. behind a pillar as she observed the exchange.
"Arnav, I don't think there's any way left for us. Perhaps...it's best if we stop this marriage," Rajvijay stammered mered voice laced with hesitation and fear. Arnav didn't even look up.
"Mr. Rajvijay Verma," Arnav's voice was ice-cold, his gaze still fixed on the papers, "the only thing I care about, other than my business, is my reputation. And you're asking me to ruin it?" Aranv said with frown.
"It's not like that, Arnav. This situation-" Rajvijay's voice trembled, visibly tense.
"I don't care about the situation," Arnav cut him off, his tone as sharp as steel. "I want this marriage to happen." Arnav ord,ered for him is reputation is important.
Rajvijay swallowed hard, trying again. "Arnav, we can't do anything when....." He trailed off as Arnav finally looked up, his eyes calm but laced with danger.
"What makes you think, Mr. Rajvijay Verma, that you can escape the consequences of your daughter's foolishness when my reputation is at stake?" Arnav's voice was quiet yet menacing, and Arthi felt a surge of irritation mixed with fear.
"If this marriage doesn't happen," Arnav continued, a sm,irk forming on his lips, "I'll make sure my reputation remains intact. One way or another." Aranv said with smirk which is wicked.
Rajvijay exhaled, feeling a fleeting sense of relief as he misunderstood Arnav's tone. Arthi, too, let out a soft breath, assuming Arnav was yielding.
Then, Arnav's expression shifted, his voice dangerously soft. "I'll kill you in the worst way possible. Maybe I'll bury you alive.....after torturing you to death." Aranv warned with cold tone.
Rajvijay's eyes went wide with horror, and Arthi gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she listened in shock behind the pillar.
"Don't make me spill blood on my wedding day," Arnav continued coldly. "Unless you'd like everyone to find your body riddled with knives. And as for your family...I'm cruel enough to make sure none of them escape." Arnav said with cold tone his face almost calm with causality of tone.
Rajvijay's eyes went wide with horror, and Arthi gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she listened in shock behind the pillar.
Arthi shivered, heart pounding as she saw the deadly calm in Arnav's eyes. His words didn't feel like empty threats -they were promises, and the coldness in his gaze showed no hint of mercy.
"I think you understand now," Arnav finished, dismissing Rajvijay with a curt nod. Rajvijay turned and left, terror-stricken, while Arthi slipped away in fear, Arnav's chilling words echoing in her ears as he smirked.
Flashback end's
Arthi remembered his words from that day. She was scared of him, and yet, despite deciding never to face him in any world, she had moved close to him-only because she married him. But now, she was certain that day, he hadn't been speaking lightly. Arnav was a man who would carry out what he said. Seeing that side of him today brought tears to her eyes. She looked up, wiping them away, and made up her mind to keep her distance. Glancing one last time around their room, she quietly walked away and headed toward Isha's room for the night.
When Isha opened the door, she was surprised to see Arthi standing there, looking uncertain.
"Arthi bhabhi, what brings you here?" Isha asked with a warm smile.
Arthi hesitated before managing a small smile.
"Isha... um, would it be okay if I slept in your room tonight?"
Isha frowned slightly, sensing something was off, but she chose not to press. Instead, she smiled and said,
"Of course, Bhabhi. Come in."
Arthi relaxed a bit, stepping inside with a grateful smile. As Isha prepared the bed, they sat together and chatted for a while. Eventually, Isha drifted off to sleep, but Arthi lay awake, her mind racing with countless thoughts.
Abhimanyu walked inside the room from the balcony, his mind finally calm after a bout of anger. As he approached the bed, he noticed Misha already asleep on her side. With a sigh, he sat down on his side and lay back, hoping to find rest. Just as he began to close his eyes, he felt a gentle embrace around him. Startled, he opened his eyes to see Misha hugging him tightly.
For a moment, Abhimanyu was too stunned to speak or move, his hands instinctively raised in surrender. He frowned, trying to process the situation as Misha slept peacefully against him. Although her eyes were closed, Abhimanyu couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly asleep. He gazed at her serene face, and a soft smile crossed his lips.
Gently, he placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair. Misha responded by burying her face deeper into his chest, causing his breath to hitch for a moment. Memories of their earlier conversation flooded his mind-her words echoed: "Don't worry, I won't argue with you. In fact, I won't even talk to you." This was Misha's words a minute ago.
Looking down at her, Abhimanyu wore a cold expression, but it quickly softened. Sighing, he hugged her back, realizing that perhaps she was scared or simply seeking comfort in her sleep. With that thought, he let himself relax and drifted off to sleep, Misha still in his arms.
All of you
This is a bonus chapter for Diwali ð
Everyone happy Diwali.
Bonus Chapter: A Diwali Celebration ð
Happy Diwali to everyone!
May this Diwali bring a cascade of lights and happiness into your lives. No matter the circumstances, let us hold on to our smiles during this festival of lights. Let the night sky witness your joy, illuminating the darkness with your radiant happiness.
On this Dipavali night, let's grant the stars a moment of rest. Allow your smiles to take their place, making the sky shine brighter than ever before. Celebrate the beauty of this festival, and let your happiness be the guiding light for all.
Have a great day.
Shree1011r you asked for a bonus chapter for Diwali here you go....... Have great day and happy Diwali.
Mr Abhimanyu Rathore and Mr Ekansh Rathore if you guys grovel hard then don't blame the author; you two can contact shivalivatsal19.
You're the reason if Abhimanyu Rathore and Ekansh Rathore grovel so much. (I am planning to make Abhiamnyu Rathore and Ekansh Rathore to grovel so hard that they might going to chase me down, but who cares)
I don't care, Mr Abhimanyu Rathore and Mr Ekansh Rathore.
Abhimanyu Rathore after reading comment.
(Dushman to ghar ke andar hi hai)
Ekansh Rathore after reading comment
(Behan mujhe kyon toda)
Arnav Rathore after knowing how bad his brothers in marriage life.
(Mera bhai logon ko kuchh nahin ho sakta)
But today you also got in trouble Mr Arnav Rathore, anyway best of luck man.
Aavyan Rathore after knowing how his three brothers going to grovel so hard.
(Bhai mujhe to Hansi nahin ruka hai bahut maja aa raha hai)
Mr Aavyan Rathore you brothers at least got married but you haven't found a girl or do you, even if you did, I doesn't see any move or if it's Tara Roy then........... You know, I know, we all know. What situation you will be.
(Emotional damage for Aavyan that he don't have a girl in his life yet)
Abhimanyu and Ekansh: We won't grovel
We all: we will see
Have a Great day.
I apologise,had some problem while publishing so it got published many times.