My wife

Vivan's Pov:

The flashing lights of cameras were blinding, and the swarm of reporters in front of me felt suffocating. Their questions came at me like rapid-fire bullets, but I stood still, my hands tucked into my pockets, my face composed. On the outside, I looked calm—almost detached—but inside, chaos roared like a raging storm.

"Mr. Raichand, is it true you're not biologically a Raichand?"

"What will this mean for your business empire?"

"How does this affect your position in the Raichand family?"

I heard it all, every single question, every single accusation, yet my mind refused to process the words. It was like a constant hum in the background as my thoughts spiraled. The truth was out—something I had buried deep within me for years, a truth I tried to forget.

I clenched my fists inside my pockets, forcing myself to stay grounded. They didn’t deserve to see me falter. Not here, not now. I was Vivan Raichand, and that title meant more than just a name. It was my identity, my legacy, my everything—or so I thought.

One reporter's voice cut through the noise. "Mr. Raichand, do you feel betrayed by the family who raised you?"

My gaze snapped toward him, and for a brief moment, I felt the chaos quieten. Betrayed? No. I shook my head internally. Whatever the world thought, whatever questions they hurled at me, one thing was certain—I wasn’t going to let this moment define who I was.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, silencing the crowd with my presence. “I have no comment for now,” I said firmly, my voice steady despite the storm inside. “But soon, all your questions will be answered.”

I had just turned away, the questions from the reporters blurring into background noise. But then, a single voice rang out clear and sharp, cutting through the chaos.

"If you’re not a Raichand, what right do you have to stand at the top? Do you even deserve it?"

The words stopped me in my tracks. My fists clenched, my mind racing with a hundred replies. Anger bubbled up inside me as I turned, ready to confront whoever had dared to ask such a thing. But before I could utter a word, another voice broke through.

"I’ll answer that."

I froze. That voice—it was unmistakable. I turned to see Advika stepping forward, her gaze steady, her presence commanding. Her calm yet fierce demeanor silenced even the loudest murmurs from the reporters.

She stood tall, her head held high, and addressed the crowd directly. “Yes, Vivan is not Raichand. But does that make him any less of the person he is today?” Her voice was sharp, her tone filled with conviction.

The crowd was silent, hanging onto her every word.

“And was this his mistake, that he is not Raichand?” she continued, her eyes scanning the reporters. “Questioning his existence is not just unfair—it’s shameful. A person is defined by their actions and character, not by their name.”

“He’s not just Raichand—he’s Vivan,” she continued, her voice unwavering. “And that name alone is enough. If anyone here questions his right to stand at the top, then you clearly don’t know the man he is. Because of his achievements, his values, and the respect he commands are far greater than any surname.

Her voice rose slightly, filled with passion. “Vivan’s work and dedication speak louder than any surname ever could. Everything he has achieved, he’s earned with his brilliance and hard work. He doesn’t need a last name to prove his worth. His name—Vivan—is enough to command respect.”

She paused, her gaze piercing through the crowd. “Let us not reduce someone’s worth to a name they were or weren’t born with. The values they live by, the respect they earn, and the love they inspire—that is what truly defines a person. And if anyone here doubts that, you clearly don’t know Vivan.”

Her words hung in the air, the silence deafening. I stared at her, stunned and overwhelmed. She had stepped into this storm for me, her words shielding me from the judgment of the world.

She turned her gaze toward me, her eyes softening. For a moment, it was just the two of us, and in her eyes, I saw the depth of her belief in me. She didn’t just stand by me—she stood for me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded slightly, silently telling her I understood. She had said everything I couldn’t, and in doing so, she’d reminded me of something important: I wasn’t alone.

The chaos outside had finally settled after Advika’s powerful words to the reporters. Her unwavering stance, her calm yet sharp retort, had silenced the storm outside, but I could still feel its lingering presence within me.

As we entered the office building, employees turned their heads, their curious whispers louder than they probably realized. I kept walking, my face a mask of calm, but inside, there was nothing but turmoil.

Advika walked beside me, her presence grounding me and agam walking behind us, as we headed straight to my cabin. I opened the door and stepped inside, loosening my tie and collapsing into my chair.

Advika followed, closing the door firmly behind her telling agam to wait outside for some time. She leaned against it for a moment, her arms crossed, her piercing gaze fixed on me.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Why did you come inside? You’ve already done enough out there. I can handle things from here.”

She didn’t move, her expression unreadable. “Can you?” she asked softly, but there was a sharp edge to her voice.

I looked at her, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, walking toward me, “that you’re sitting here, drowning in guilt and self-doubt, instead of realizing what just happened out there.”

I leaned back in my chair, my jaw tightening. “You don’t understand, Advika. This isn’t just about me. The company, the family—everything is tied to that name. And now…”

She placed her hands on the desk, leaning closer. “And now what? You think a name is what defines you? You think those reporters or anyone else out there have the right to question your worth?”

I stood up, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “It’s not about them! It’s about everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve built. And now all of it is under scrutiny because of something I can’t control.”

She took a step back, her eyes softening as she watched me. “Vivan,” she said quietly, “let them say what they want. I know who you are, and so should you.”

Her words stopped me in my tracks. I looked at her, the storm in my mind momentarily pausing. “Advika, it’s not that simple,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.

She walked around the desk, standing in front of me. “It is that simple. You’re letting their words define you, letting their opinions shake everything you’ve built. But Vivan, you’ve never needed a name to prove yourself. You are more than that. And if they can’t see it, then it’s their loss.”

I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “You make it sound so easy, but you don’t know what it feels like—”

“I don’t need to know what it feels like,” she interrupted, her hands reaching out to cup my face. “Because I know you. I’ve seen you work day and night, push through challenges no one else could, and build an empire with your own hands. None of that has changed, Vivan. Not a single thing.”

Her words broke something inside me. The weight of the day, of the revelation, of the whispers and stares—it all came crashing down. I let out a shaky breath, my hands gripping her wrists as I leaned into her touch.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, my voice raw.

She smiled softly, her thumbs brushing against my cheek. “You’ll never have to find out. I’m with you, Vivan. Always.”

For the first time that day, I felt a flicker of calm amidst the chaos. With Advika by my side, I knew I wasn’t alone in this battle. And somehow, that made all the difference.

After some time, I said to her “I’ll be back in a moment,”. She nodded, her eyes scanning the room as I stepped out.

I decided to take a quick round of the office, needing a breather before diving into work. As I walked past the workstations, I noticed a few employees whispering to each other, sneaking glances in my direction. Normally, I wouldn’t have paid attention, but something about their expressions made me pause.

I walked closer, and that’s when I heard it.

“She doesn’t look like she belongs here,” one of them muttered.

“Exactly. Mrs. Raichand? She doesn’t even have the aura of someone fit for this place,” another added, chuckling.

My blood boiled instantly.

“What did you just say?” I asked sharply, stepping into their line of sight.

They froze, their faces paling as they realized I’d overheard them.

“Mr. Raichand,” one of them stammered, “we were just—”

“Disrespecting my wife,” I finished for him, my tone was ice cold. “Do you think I tolerate such behavior in my company?”

As I stepped closer to the group, I caught another muttered comment from one of the employees:

“She’s nothing but bad luck. Ever since their marriage, Raichands has been drowning in drama.”

My blood boiled instantly.

That was the last straw.

“What did you just say?” I asked sharply, stepping into their line of sight.

They froze, their faces paling as they realized I’d overheard them.

“Mr. Raichand,” one of them stammered, “we were just—”

“Disrespecting my wife,” I finished for him, my tone was ice cold. “Do you think I tolerate such behavior in my company?”

"Sir let me explain please" one of them tried to say making my blood boil more and more

“Enough!” I roared, my voice echoing through the office floor. Heads turned instantly, and the entire office went silent. The two employees froze in their spots, their faces drained of color.

“Who do you think you are to speak about my wife like that?” I demanded, my tone like thunder.

“Sir, we didn’t mean—” one of them tried to explain, but I cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t even try to justify this nonsense,” I snarled. “You’ve crossed a line, and there’s no coming back from it.”

By now, the commotion had drawn a crowd. Employees from other departments, Advika, Agam, and others, gathered around, looking at everything in shock.

I turned to my HR manager, who had just arrived at the scene. “Terminate their contracts immediately,” I ordered.

“Sir, please—” one of them pleaded.

“Get out,” I said coldly. “Both of you. Now.”

The two employees hung their heads, quickly gathering their belongings as they walked out under the weight of everyone’s stares.

I turned to the gathered crowd, my voice firm. “Let me make one thing very clear to everyone in this office. Advika is my wife, and I will not tolerate a single word against her. If anyone has a problem with that, you’re free to walk out of here right now.”

The room was silent, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Advika watching me. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes held a mix of surprises and something else—something deeper.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. “Everyone, get back to work,” I said, my voice softer but still commanding. Slowly, the crowd dispersed, leaving me standing in the middle of the floor, my anger simmering but under control.

Advika didn’t move, though. She just stood there, looking at me with an intensity that made my chest tighten. I met her gaze, knowing that this battle wasn’t just about me—it was about us. And I wasn’t going to let anyone disrespect the woman who had stood by me through everything.

The office has quieted, the earlier tension from the confrontation still hanging in the air but now muted by something else—something more personal, more intimate. As I stand here, looking at Advika, I realize how much things have changed between us. She’s my wife now, and that means more than I ever thought it could.

She takes a step closer, her voice soft as she speaks. “You didn’t have to do that.”

I hear the uncertainty in her tone, the lingering hesitation, but I can’t help the warmth that spreads through me. I want to protect her, to shield her from the world and its cruelties. “I wanted to,” I reply, my voice is steady, more tender than I intended. “I’m your husband, Advika. I’ll always stand by you, no matter what.”

She looks at me, her eyes searching for mine, like she’s trying to understand something that still feels uncertain between us. And maybe it is uncertain, but I know one thing for sure—I’ll always be there for her.

Her words come next, quiet and vulnerable. “I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

A rush of emotion hits me, something deeper than just affection. It’s love, raw and unfiltered, and it pulls at me like an unspoken truth. I step closer, reaching out to gently cup her face, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm. “You’ll never have to find out,” I whisper, the words coming naturally. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The vulnerability in her eyes shifts something inside me. I’ve always known that Advika’s strong—stronger than anyone I’ve ever known—but the way she lets herself soften in my presence makes me want to protect her even more.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, leaning into my touch, and it’s like time slows. I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life than I do at this moment. I know what I want, and it’s her. Always her.

“I never thought I’d have this,” she says, her voice quiet, almost as if she’s sharing a secret. “I’ve never felt like I truly belonged with someone before.”

I pull her closer, my hand sliding down to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair as I whisper, “You do now. With me, you always will.”

The vulnerability in her eyes, the way she looks at me as if she’s letting me in, hits me harder than I ever expected. This is real. This is ours.

~Mohabbat ka asli pta,

Tab hi chalta hai!!

Jab aapka pyaar sukh mein nhi,

Aapka saath dukh mein khada hota hai!!~

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