~ Everything will be fine~

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She was struggling for some air. Just woke up from that dream. The same voice echoes in her ears

' I will come, promise. Just wait

She composed herself after a short time and looked at the clock, which read 4:00 am. Again. At the same time, it's been years, and she is like this. Can't sleep at night and every time wakes up at 4:00 am. She doesn't even know why.

And the same dream, same voice, every night, she couldn't understand. But she ended up like this every night

And now she can't go back to sleep. She is afraid, afraid of sleep, afraid of that dream, and now afraid of everything.

'This was the hell of a night for Singhania'

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'abb kaam yaad nahi a raha inko'

Avyaana murmured under her breath, shaking her head. She looked at her husband, who was sleeping like a log. "Aree! Wake up now, it's already late. I also have a meeting to attend and—OH God Vihaan!! Just wake up."

(Now, don't have any work)

She knew it, this was going to happen as her over-workaholic husband, who never sleeps on time, would have a sleep coma from working like a horse, and she is used to it now.

"It's 5:30 meri-maa let me sleep," he said as he buried his face more in his pillow, only to get it snatched by the overlord of his life, glaring at him with hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. What he was unable to understand was why she suddenly decided to break his precious sleep.

But he is in bad, bad trouble. He is sure of that.

"Don't you think you are forgetting something?" She asks,

Now he was fully awakened. 'What could it be?' he thought. He clearly remembers that today is nothing special for them, so why does his wife inquire like this? But still, 'better safe than sorry,' so he tried his luck.

"Happ- "

"Don't go there, today is nothing special like that," and it works; he immediately quieted down, knowing she would slice him off if he didn't.

"Then?" He groggily asks, ready to go back to sleep

"You were the only one who told me yesterday, 'Avyaana, wake me at 4:30. Tomorrow I have so many things to sort, if I didn't wake by myself,' at least I have some kindness left—AREE!"

Before she could complete her sentence, a sloppy kiss was placed on her cheek, and he dashed towards the bathroom. Sleep was long gone by now as he finally remembered the work waiting for him.

Suddenly, he noticed something; these things he does a lot these days, how things have changed in his personal life for good. And that scares him; things were never supposed to be good. 

Good things come with a curse. 

That destroys everything better you ever had

Avyaana smiles while thinking about him. If someone sees him like this, then another patient is going to be admitted to Dhwani's hospital, as watching 'Vihaan Singhania ' like this is surely surreal.

'Nothing will change,' she said, shaking her head at his behaviour, a smile threatened on her face. Sighing, she made her way towards the closest to start her day.

 The difference between him in the room and him in front of the world is something.

Only she knows.

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'Finally,' Roop thought as she looked at her vision in the mirror. Putting the bottle of counciler back to its place, she needed it after what her husband did last night; not wishing to give her in-laws a heart-attack with the sight, does she?

When she heard the clicking sound of the bathroom door, she turned towards it.

There stands her man, all in his glory, spreading his charms as he made his way towards the vanity table—or rather, stood before her—while taking his sweet time and his right of being her husband.

Stare at her. 

A new day meant a new picture of her—another memory to tuck away, alongside the ones where she was with him. He did that often, staring at her as though she weren't the woman he saw every single day.

She is wearing nothing special, just a plain purple saree she felt like wearing today, with just a few light jewelry, no makeup, just moisturizer; her skin deserves a break from the torturous layers it was always burdened with in her celebrity life. 

And he loves every bit of that. Their marriage was something nobody expected it to be. An arranged one and still, when he looked at her wearing sindoor and mangalsutra for him, there was nothing more he needed now.

Their story is just like what he writes. Just what he wanted, just what he loved

"Creep alert!" Roop's loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She blinked at him, hiding a small smirk adorning her lips. "Careful, Mr. Singhania, your eyes might fall out."

"Huh?"

"I don't repeat, dear, one takes, no reruns. Remember?" she said, trying to be sassy, but who is she kidding? She enjoyed every bit of his attention.

Her calm and composed husband, who is a great writer, knows everything; is nothing like what his face screams. 'Innocent'

"Oh, really, Ruh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her, who just nods. Suddenly, his fingers found the bare curve of her waist, giving a quick pinch that made her jolt in place. "Then care to remind me who was there and there last night?" he whispers, pointing towards the bathroom and the bed. Rubbing the place where he pinched with his thumb. "Who kept repeating things so sinful... and so deliciously sweet?"

"Uff, so shameful human I've got married to." She cut him off by placing her hand in his mouth, already watching him in disbelief, snatching it back when he was about to bite it, she glared at the way he laughed out loudly.

"Oh, so now I am the shameful one?" he smiles when she tries to hide her smile and red face and doesn't answer the question. 

"Did you clean it? " she 'tried ' to change the topic and again looked at him whose gaze was already fixed on her raising a brow he answered.

"Ho gaya?  And yeah, I cleaned the bathroom and already took the bath, now I'm going to wear something, but I think we should do something else?"

Yeah, he was shirtless and shameless—all the time.

After cleaning the bathroom where he had prepared a lot of things last night for her, and didn't want servants to clean and know about their stuff to gossip about. The media is enough to break into his wife's life.

"Noo! I just got ready and have things to do, except being horny all the time." She said, pecking his lips, she stormed out of the room. Giggling when she hears him groan.

She was running from her room only to get bumped into someone. Looking up, she saw a cold glare of Pratham. He didn't say anything; his eyes, as always, were blank. 

Something that scares her, muttering a quick sorry, she left from there.

Pratham also shook his head and made his way toward the dining.

He was too tired to say anything.

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"Dhwani, it's okay, stay calm, nothing to be worried about. Okay?" Aksh gently said to his wife, who was doing everything hurriedly.

Well, he tried to wake her, but as always, his 'Mrs-never-listens ' ignored him. And now, at  7:30, she was on the verge of crying as she was late for the daily Pooja and now going to be for breakfast, which happened every morning at 8:00.

And how punctual everybody is, as he only prays, nobody says anything, especially his mother. Sighing, he looked at his wife. She is ready, but just confused if she looks good in her yellow short kurti or if she needs to change. 

"Who told you to be so comfortable? I wasn't like this before marriage. Tell me honestly, Aksh, what have you done?" She glared at him, as if it was his fault that she was late today. However, this all makes him smile.

He just leaned in and kissed her crown lightly. When he looked at her, she was all red, looking away from his reflection in the mirror. And his eyes widened at what he had done.

It has been almost four months since their wedding, and they both had agreed to slow and natural progress in this marriage. It feels beautiful because the story that started with a tragic night has turned out to be this beautiful. This slowness feels like a blessing to him. 

Clearing his throat, he tried to brush away the awkwardness growing.

"Dhwani, come on, you are looking beautiful as always, no need to do anything, now come on, let's go fast before we get any late." 

As soon as he was finished, he saw his butterfly's eyes widen, and flew out of the room.

When they both go down to the dining table, they see that only Gaurangi is left. Which was quite different from normal. She was always on time.

 Sitting at their regular place, the staff started to serve them. They all waited for her, sitting in complete silence.

Soon, they heard the footsteps. Gaurangi walked in and cleared her throat, taking everyone's attention towards her. She eyed everyone before inhaling a deep breath to continue.

"Tomorrow there will be a Pooja here, so all of you must take the day off. And as all my grandsons are married, so tomorrow's Prasad and food for donations, and for the Brahmans will be made by their wives, am I clear?" she commanded, despite being old. She still has so much power, being the former queen who ruled all this by herself without a king.

Now this makes Dhwani tense. Sure, she knows how to cook; her mother wouldn't have let her live if she hadn't. And she knows, cooking is a basic skill of life, but her cooking is too basic, and now they must cook for this number of people, which is something she didn't expect. There are only four of them.

As if God has heard her silent plea, the hall echoed with Avyaana's voice, who looked at Gaurangi with question-filled eyes.

"But how can we cook for so many people?" Her voice was firm, with a light frown on her face. 

"You just have to make a small portion of it, which will be mixed with the food chefs have made," Gaurnagi answered, nodding at her eldest granddaughter-in-law. Her eyes moved away from her to everyone. "And when I say only my granddaughter-in-law, then that's what I mean, only my granddaughter-in-law will do this."

She said, looking at everyone but stopping her eyes at certain someone for a second to make everyone understand what her words mean.

"And also, nobody has to help them with their extraordinary cooking skills and professionalism " Now this one was for Reyansh when Gaurangi saw Dhwani glancing at him for help as he did it on her first day in rasam.

"Am I clear?"

Reluctantly, everyone nods their head, muttering a small 'okay'. They finish the whole meal in silence. Like always.

Though Aksh held his wife's hand under the table, he knew what she was thinking. It helps as she is left-handed, and he is right-handed. Nobody notices that. She just smiles reassuringly at him.

Another throat cleared, it was Vihaan this time.

"I'm leaving," was all he said, nodding toward his wife without paying attention to everyone but looking at Krishna for a moment, who was already moving towards her room to take her files, and he left.

Dhwani also got a call from the hospital saying they needed her for an emergency case of another delivery, and the doctor who was on shift isn't here right now.

Bidding goodbye to her husband, smiling at everyone, she left.

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"Oh, bye, I'm here," Krishna said as she hung up the call.

Her husband was trying to cheer her up after breakfast. To say she wasn't hurt was an understatement, but as always, never let people win by showing them what exactly they wanted to see on your face.

She hides it like she did every time, and nobody will notice, like always.

But her husband knows her better; when she leaves the dining table, he also runs behind her. Peppering kisses all over her face and hugged her tightly, and was going to drop her, but she stopped as she knew he also had work and she might come late from the office, and didn't want to irritate him, though she knew he didn't mind. She still likes to drive on her own; she feels free.

Now she was moving towards her cabin, working here since her college as an intern, this place feels like home.

As she was going there, she noticed the secretary of her boss was already standing in front of her cabin.

"Yes, Mr. Sinha?"

"Sir called you Mrs. Mehra, you are late 5 min."

She didn't reply to it, not in the mood to have a conversation. Nodding her head, she made her way towards the cabin, putting her bag at the desk, and hurriedly followed Aadit—the secretary. 

Knocking it three times, she heard a cold 'come in '. Entering there, she saw her boss sitting there engrossed in his work.

"Good morning, sir," she says, professionalism hiding her fear. He looks up at her, nods, and takes out some papers.

"You are late Mrs. Mehra, and here are some papers for your leave for two days," he said in his mountainous tone.

"But I didn't ask for any leave, I don't think I need one." She was confused about this sudden leave.

"You didn't, but your 'Mr' surely did it, so take it and resume your work." When he still watched her doubtful face, he sighed

"I surely don't want to consult our matter here, Krishna, but you have to take leave as Dadi sa said, whatever she said, at least be present there."

Twice in the day, she was shocked, which was an understatement; he talked to her for the first time after her marriage, and besides work, talked to her without being professional.

She always thought, 'Is there any chance of Vihaan smiling or behaving like normal?'

If only she knows

"She said, 'My granddaughter-in-law, Sir"

She doesn't want to say it or accept it, but for the first time, except for her husband, someone talks to her in the family.

"Like I said, I don't want to talk about any personal matter in the office, but you have to attend and be present there, got it?" his voice was firm. Receiving a nod, he said, " I'm rechecking those files till then, you can go."

Saying he was again engrossed in his work after handing in papers to her. She quickly left from there and was about to call her husband when her phone rang.

As soon as she enters her cabin, she picks it up.

"Who told you to ask for a leave on my behalf Reyansh Singhania? "

Full name, he thought as he said

"He did that? I thought-

"Why?"

"I- Krishna." There was a pause, she heard him exhaling a deep sigh, and waited for him to continue. "I know you'll never show it or say it even to me, but you do get hurt every time, so if anything happens, we will just stand there in Pooja, then somewhere you'll love to go and look at the safe side, we don't have anything to do right? We can spend time together. So now buck up, and I'll cut the call before your iceman boss will say anything, hmm?
Bye love"

He quickly completed his speech, cut the call, and didn't give her any chance to speak a thing.

She just sighed and smiled at her husband. In marriage, the thing you need most is your husband, more than anything; his support and his standing beside you in every situation, his love, respect, and care. The way Reyansh supports her, sheilds her, stands against everyone just to be with her. She surely is blessed.

She can't even imagine her life being in a loveless marriage or with an arrogant, self-centered bastard.

And is happy to have him as a husband everyone wants, but only she has him, someone who loves her so much that the world's hatred fades away. Her safe haven. 

' Maybe everything will be fine tomorrow

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