VANI’S POV 

This man never leaves a single chance to make me feel special… and yet, every time, I still doubted him. My heart whispered he was mine, but my mind kept reminding me of my past. A lone tear betrayed me, slipping down my cheek and falling onto his shirt.

“Hey,” he whispered, tilting my chin up, “don’t cry. Vani, stop crying. I don’t like it at all when you cry. You should never cry… I’m your husband. As long as I’m alive, you’ll never need to shed tears again.”

A small, shaky smile escaped me. Before I could answer, an announcement echoed—telling us to return to our seats for landing. Vidyut didn’t ask, he simply lifted me, carried me to the seat, and gently fastened my belt. Handing me an earphone, he leaned closer. “Wear these. It’ll help with the sound.”

I clutched his hand tightly—it was my first time on a plane—and he held it firmly, his thumb stroking my skin until I calmed.

By the time the aircraft touched down in Italy, I felt his hand unbuckle my belt. Relief washed over me… until I looked down.

I froze.

I was still wearing my ridiculous cartoon-print pajamas. Everyone was staring—pilot , attendants—while Vidyut looked maddeningly perfect in his crisp shirt and trousers, handsome as ever. I, meanwhile, looked like a lost child beside him.

I leaned toward him, mortified. “Husband… I want to change. These clothes are embarrassing.”

Vidyut’s lips twitched as though he was biting back laughter. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Stop overthinking. Everyone’s already seen you like this.”

My heart dropped. Already seen me?

“Shit…” I whispered under my breath, covering my face with my hands.

Vidyut only chuckled, pulling my hands down and entwining our fingers. “Let’s go, bacha. I have work too.”

Mentally crying inside, I nodded and let him lead me out of the aircraft.

The moment we descended the stairs, the sight was overwhelming—sleek black cars waiting, men in black suits and shades lined up, watching us with trained discipline. Vidyut’s grip never loosened on my hand as he guided me into the car.

Inside, he sat silently, focused on something on his phone. I, on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off the world outside. The city pulsed with life—the vibrance of people, the stunning architecture, the golden sunlight bathing everything—it was breathtaking.

“You already like my city,” Vidyut’s deep voice cut through the silence.

I chuckled softly. “Yes… it’s beautiful. So good.”

He gave me a satisfied smile, and soon the car slowed before a massive gate. As it opened, the car rolled inside a long, elegant pathway lined with gardens in full bloom. My lips parted in awe.

The car stopped in front of a mansion larger than any house I had ever seen. Bigger even than his bungalow back home. The staff stood in a neat line, waiting.

Vidyut got out first, then walked to my side, opening the door for me with the grace of a gentleman. His hand reached out—firm, commanding, protective. I placed mine in his and stepped out.

Inside, the grandeur was overwhelming. Every corner breathed history and power, yet it felt strangely warm. Vidyut glanced at me, his voice steady. “This is the place where I spent my childhood.”

I looked at him, searching his eyes, then whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

He nodded, then gestured toward the staff. “Meet them.” His voice changed as he introduced me in Italian, “Lei è mia moglie.”

I blinked, confused, until he leaned closer and translated with a smile. “I said, you are my wife.”

An ‘O’ shape formed on my lips, making him chuckle again. Then he turned to a woman. “Maria, show her our room. Vani, go and rest. If you want to change, then change.”

I nodded quickly and followed Maria upstairs. Our room was spacious, painted in soft cream, filled with light, simple yet elegant. A large bed stood in the center, a walk-in closet to the side, a bathroom adjoining. It smelled faintly of fresh paint.

Maria spoke something in Italian, then caught herself. “Ah… sorry. I meant—my boss…” She struggled with words, using her hands to explain.

Before I could ask, another staff member stepped in to help. “She is saying—your husband, our boss—changed this room for you. Earlier it was all black walls, dumbbells, files… like an office , bedroom and gym together. But he told us to make it into a real bedroom, simple and peaceful.”

My heart stilled. He did that… for me.

Before I could dwell longer, I heard Vidyut’s voice calling from downstairs. I hurried out to the balcony overlooking the hall below. He stood near the door, adjusting his cufflinks, powerful and composed.

“Vani,” he called, his tone softer when his eyes met mine, “I’m going for a meeting. Rest here, and eat food on time. I’ll be back soon.”

And just like that, he was gone—leaving me with the echo of his care filling the walls of this enormous house.

As Vidyut’s car disappeared through the gates, the silence of the enormous bungalow pressed down on me. The air felt heavy, almost echoing my heartbeat. For the first time since our wedding, I realized just how massive his world was—and how small I felt in it.

Shaking off the ache of loneliness, I decided to freshen up. The walk-in closet was already neatly arranged, filled with clothes in perfect order. My fingers brushed across them before I picked out a soft apple-green top and beige pants. Once ready, I made my way downstairs.

The moment I stepped into the dining area, I froze.

The entire staff stood waiting for me, the breakfast table set beautifully with plates, fruit, and steaming dishes. Their eyes turned toward me the second I entered. Startled, I hesitated, but they gestured warmly for me to sit.

Slowly, I walked over, and the chair was pulled out for me. As soon as I sat, plates were filled, and food was served with such care that my heart softened. I ate quietly, realizing I hadn’t even been hungry until now—but the food was good, filling, comforting in a strange way.

After breakfast, the silence crept in again. I sat fidgeting, unsure what to do in this grand mansion, when one of the maids approached me—the one who had earlier spoken a little English.

She smiled kindly. “My name is Olive.”

I returned the smile. “Hi, Olive.”

Her eyes glimmered with warmth. She leaned closer, lowering her voice as though sharing a secret. “I know you are getting bored… but I also know you can’t do much. You can’t go outside.”

I tilted my head, curious, a little confused. “Yes…”

Olive’s smile widened as she clasped her hands behind her back. “But I have something for you.”

My brows furrowed. “Something?”

She nodded and reached into the cabinet, pulling out a small, worn album. Her hands held it like treasure as she placed it before me.

“I have your husband’s baby pictures.”

I blinked, stunned. My heart skipped. Vidyut… baby pictures?

Before I could even react, Olive gently opened the album. And there he was—Vidyut, but not the Vidyut I knew. A tiny boy with messy curls, dark wide eyes, and the kind of innocent smile that could melt steel. One picture had him clutching a toy car, another with his face covered in cake, and yet another asleep with his little fists curled beside him and the first time I noticed he had dark blue eyes which I never noticed before .

I gasped softly, my fingers brushing over the image as if I could reach into the paper. My lips parted in disbelief, but soon curved into a tender smile. My heart warmed, overflowing with emotions I couldn’t name.

The man who had a crisp jawline … once had cheeks round enough to pinch.

VIDYUT’S POV 

I hated leaving her alone. Not even a single minute had I spent with her today, but work was unavoidable. In three days, the entire Clan would reunite here in Italy, and I had to make sure everything went perfectly. Paperwork, strategies, endless discussions with my team—it was all necessary.

Still, my thoughts strayed back to her. Her little pout. The way she clung to me when scared. The way her voice softened when she called me husband.

By evening, I wrapped up the work and pushed tomorrow’s meetings to early morning. That time she’d still be asleep, and I could do meetings easily at my house only and the rest of the day would be mine to spend with her.

When I stepped back into the house, I saw her in the hall, talking animatedly with the maids. But the second her eyes found me, she froze—then ran straight toward me.

“You came!” she said, breathless, her face lighting up like I was the only thing she had been waiting for all day.

I nodded, suppressing the smile tugging at my lips, and walked further inside. She followed me eagerly. As I sank onto the couch, her gaze didn’t leave me—not even for a second. Her eyes sparkled, curious, twinkling.

I frowned lightly. Why is she looking at me like that?

“What happened, Vani?” I asked.

She said nothing. Just kept moving closer, leaning toward me, her eyes locked on mine. For a second, I thought maybe she wanted to… but no, she stopped right in front of me, staring.

I caught her arms, pulling her back a little. “Vani, tell me, what are you looking at?”

Her lips curved into a pout, and she whispered, “Your eye color.”

I blinked, then chuckled. “My eye color?”

She nodded seriously, leaning in again as though inspecting me under a magnifying glass. “Yes. I just wanted to check if they’re the same.”

I raised a brow. “Same as what? Why so sudden?”

Her pout deepened, irritation flashing adorably across her face. I gave in, pulling her into my lap, our faces close now. She cupped my cheeks, her little fingers warm against my skin, and looked intently into my eyes.

Then she breathed out, fascinated, “Yes… they’re deep blue. Just like your childhood picture.”

I smiled at her wonder, but her words struck me. My expression shifted. I cupped her face and leaned closer. “Wait. What do you mean by childhood pictures?”

Immediately, her smile faltered. She gave a nervous laugh and quickly hugged me, burying her face in my chest. “I was getting bored… so I saw your album.”

My brows furrowed. That album was not easy to find. “Album? But how did you even get it? You don’t know where it’s kept.”

She pulled my face away when I tried to look at her, muttering fast, “Olive gave it to me. But please, don’t scold her. I was bored, so she showed me. I liked your eye color, so I looked through the whole album. And now it’s with me, so don’t take it away. I love all your baby pictures. Please, Vi—”

Her words tumbled endlessly, but I froze on one. My mind caught it like a hawk.

“What did you just say?” I interrupted sharply.

She blinked. “I said… don’t scold—”

“No, not that.” My grip tightened gently on her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You said something else.”

Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to recall. She mumbled, “I said… can I keep…”

I cut her off with a soft growl, my patience thinning at her innocence. “You can keep anything, my love. But first, tell me. What did you call me just now?”

She blinked again, confused, until her lips curved into a small, shy smile. Her eyes dropped, then lifted slowly to mine. “You wanted me to give you a nickname, remember? So… I kept one. Vi. How is it..?”

For a heartbeat, I just stared at her. My fierce little wife, who feared the world but still thought of me in such sweet, tender ways. Finally, finally she had given me a name that was only hers to call me.

I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face as I pulled her tightly into my arms. “It’s perfect, my wifey. My dear little wifey.”

But then, as the hug broke, I kept looking at her. She frowned and asked, a little confused,
“Why are you looking at me like that..?”

I bit back a smile and replied,
“I’m just looking at you… In India you were so shy, and here—barely twenty-four hours later—I’m seeing my baby so happy, even notorious too. You even kept my album with you.”

She gave me a cheeky smile and said,
“You know… here everyone is so nice to me. We don’t even understand each other’s language properly, but still they try to understand whatever I say.”

I caressed her head, feeling relieved and happy. Back in India, those maids had scared my baby, but now they were at the right place—working on one of my farms, taking care of cows and bulls, cleaning up their shit.

After listening to all of Vani’s stories about her day, we had dinner. Later, in the room, I started telling her the backstory behind each picture in the album. I even showed her my parents’ photos, and she was enjoying every bit of it. Time slipped away, and before I knew it, it was past midnight.

“Vani, it’s enough now,” I said softly, “let’s go to sleep, bacha… otherwise you’ll end up sleeping the whole day tomorrow.”

She was sitting in my lap with the album sprawled across us. I love when she sits in my lap, close to my heart—it feels like that’s exactly where she belongs. But instead of listening, she pouted,
“Just a few more pictures and stories…”

“No, bacha,” I said firmly, “now get up. I have to go to the other room to sleep.”

She froze, looked at me in shock, and asked innocently,
“Why..?”

I cupped her face and explained,
“Because there’s no couch in this room. You’ll sleep on the bed, and where will I sleep? So I’ll go to the other room.”

She gave me a little pout, her eyes wide and pleading.
“But… the staff will see that… and then they’ll make stories about it. Bad rumors too…”

Her words shocked me for a moment. Was she really trying to stop me from going? Did she actually want me to sleep with her? I wanted to hear it from her lips, so I teased,
“No, my staff is not like that. They won’t make any rumors.”

But she stayed stubborn.
“No! They’ll think I’m a spoiled brat and that I threw you out of the room—which clearly I didn’t. So…”

I raised an eyebrow, watching her close the album, walk away from my lap, and place it back on the shelf. With her back to me, she mumbled,
“So… you should sleep in this room only.”

I decided to tease her more.
“But where should I sleep? I can’t sleep on the bed. Should I sleep on the floor?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.

She turned, glaring at me, and said,
“Why will you sleep on the floor when you have such a big bed?”

With that, she came and lay on the other side of the bed, her back facing me. I chuckled.

“But you aren’t comfortable with it, na?” I asked again.

Her voice turned sharp, but soft at the end.
“Okay, fine! Go and sleep without me…”

Her anger melted into a quiet sadness. I understood—she wanted me near her in every way, just not that way. And I was ready to be with her however she wanted. So I slipped into bed slowly, switched off the lights, and whispered,
“Okay then… I’m leaving.”

She thought I really left. I heard her muffled voice against the pillow, blabbering to herself,
“Arghhh, why did he leave? I didn’t want him to go. How should I say it? I just wanted… to sleep hugging him. I love when I fall asleep in his lap… and now I was even thinking to hug him while sleeping. But he left…”

I couldn’t hold my chuckle.
“You could’ve just said it like this, bacha.”

I turned the light back on. She looked up at me in shock, stammering,
“You… you were here..?”

I nodded.

“You listened… everything..?” she asked with wide eyes.

I nodded again.

She instantly buried her face into the pillow.
“You’re bad! You tricked me… I always end up embarrassing myself in front of you.”

She looked so cute, so innocent that my heart melted. I pulled her into my arms and said softly,
“No, baby, you don’t embarrass yourself. We’re husband and wife—why feel shy about asking me anything? If you want me to sleep near you, just ask me like a good wife.”

She looked at me with a little pout, then hugged me tightly.
“You’re making fun of me…”

I stroked her hair gently.
“No, baby, I’m not making fun of you.”

She hesitated, then whispered,
“Will… will you sleep… in this bed?”

I chuckled.
“Yes, I’ll sleep near you in our bed.”

She gave a fake little cry.
“You’re again making fun of me!”

After a little more teasing and coaxing, she finally drifted off to sleep, hugging me tightly snuggling in my chest at 2:40 AM.

AUTHOR’S POV 

Vidyut was sleeping soundly until his alarm rang at 3:30 AM. He stirred, glanced at Vani sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he kissed her forehead softly before slipping out of bed. After freshening up, he wore a loose black shirt made of fine cotton fabric, paired with black pants and his usual watch. His hair was still damp, giving him an effortlessly alluring look.

( Thank God no woman is in today’s meeting . Otherwise, she’d faint just seeing him like this. 😅😅)

He walked into his study, a vast room adjacent to their bedroom. Sitting at his desk, he began reviewing papers. One by one, his employees arrived. They noticed immediately—nothing about their boss had changed: the odd hours, the intensity, the sharpness. But today, something was different.

A ring gleamed on his finger.

He was married.

The employees exchanged whispers, but Vidyut’s sharp ears caught them.
“Can we stop discussing my personal life and focus on work?” he said coldly. Everyone went silent and nodded nervously.

The meeting soon began. Discussions flowed around the upcoming CLAN meeting, government dealings, and strategies to avoid drawing public attention and the points and the topic to bring on in the meeting from all over the Italy .

Meanwhile, back in bed, Vani stirred. Her hands reached for Vidyut, but the space was empty. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she glanced at the clock—5 AM. Confused, she slipped on her slippers and wandered out, looking for him.

Spotting a worker nearby, she asked in a groggy voice, “Where is he?”

“Sir is in his study,” the worker replied absentmindedly.

Without another thought, Vani murmured, “Who works this early morning? We already slept so late… he doesn’t even take care of himself,” and trudged toward the study, still half-asleep.

The heavy double doors overshadowed her petite frame as she pushed one open. “Vii… who works so early in the day? You work at night, then again in the morning… work, work, work. You should sleep too…”

Before she could step inside, Vidyut’s voice thundered, “Everyone close your damn eyes! Dare anyone open them!”

Vani blinked in confusion, not realizing more than twenty people were seated inside. Vidyut rushed to her, quickly taking her hand and guiding her out.

“Bacha, I won’t work during the day, that’s why I’m finishing things in the morning,” he explained gently.

But Vani frowned, holding his hand tighter. “No… no work. You slept so little. Let’s go back and sleep.”

Her concern—so raw, so fearless—tugged at his heart. She was finally opening up to him, showing care without hesitation. And while the meeting was important, she was more important. Without a second thought, he let her drag him back to bed.

Snuggling close, he kissed the top of her head, caressing her hair. He never wanted anyone—especially people from the mafia world—to see her. Not yet. She was too innocent, too pure for their dirty politics. One day, he would teach her self-defense and the truth about his world. But for now, protecting her meant hiding her.

Fifteen minutes later, when he was sure she was asleep, he carefully tried to slip away. But Vani’s eyes fluttered open.

“Why do you keep going again and again? Don’t you want to sleep or…. You don't want to sleep….with me?” she whispered, hurt.

His heart clenched with guilt. “It’s not like that, bacha. I wanted to take the day off to show you around. That’s why I’m finishing all my meetings early. There are people in my office.”

Vani’s eyes widened. “People? In that same room where I was blabbering just now?”

Vidyut gave a small, guilty smile and nodded.

Her cheeks flushed red as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh God… I embarrassed myself—and you too. What must they be thinking? That their boss has such a childish wife…”

Vidyut chuckled softly, tilting her face back to him. “So what if I do? I love having my child-wife. And who cares what they think? You’re their boss’s boss. If they dare to speak, they won’t just lose their jobs—they’ll lose their world.”

She pouted, still sulking and said in sarcasm “Yeah, yeah… spoil me more with your words.”

He laughed more, kissing her forehead. “I’ll spoil you as much as you want. But for now, may I go finish the meeting? I’ll be back soon.”

“Fine, go,” she muttered, pushing him lightly. “They must already think I’m crazy.”

Smiling, he cupped her face. “Don’t think like that. Sleep, rabbit. Your Vi is coming back soon.”

As Vidyut entered the meeting hall, all eyes turned toward him. Some people even exchanged amused smiles—everyone knew how once their boss would punish anyone who dared to interrupt him during meetings. Yet now, when his wife appeared, his stern demeanor would melt into softness.

“Continue the meeting,” Vidyut commanded in his usual stern voice, snapping everyone back to focus. Papers rustled, discussions resumed, and work carried on.

Meanwhile, Vani had been overthinking for hours, but exhaustion won, and she drifted into a deep six-hour sleep. By the time Vidyut finished his work and returned, he found her peacefully asleep. He gently caressed her head, and the warmth of his touch made her stir. Her lashes fluttered open, and she found him watching over her.

“Is your meeting over..?” she asked softly.

Vidyut nodded.

“Then come sleep, you didn’t rest much,” she insisted.

Instead, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, “No more sleep for now. You wanted to explore Italy, so let’s start with my house first.”

Excitement lit up Vani’s face, though she still worried for him. Knowing he wouldn’t listen, she quickly freshened up and slipped into a long pink frock. Together, they wandered through the house—room by room, the lush garden, his study, and every corner filled with memories. The only place he didn’t take her was the underground cellar.

When they reached his parents’ room, Vidyut shared cherished memories of his childhood. They both laughed and smiled, enjoying every bit of their morning together. Soon, they sat down for brunch , but just as the food was served, Vidyut’s phone rang. With an apologetic glance, he excused himself for urgent work.

Vani watched him leave. Her appetite vanished too. Half an hour later, instead of eating alone, she prepared a plate and carried it to his study. Knocking softly, she asked, “Are you in a meeting?”

“No,” he said without looking up. “Just some papers need urgent attention.”

She nodded, then pulled a chair beside him. He raised his brows in confusion, but before he could say anything, she spoke firmly, “Neither have you slept properly nor eaten. Now, you’ll eat.”

“Sorry, bacha,” he muttered with a guilty smile, “I’m really busy with this paperwork.”

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, lifting a spoonful.

He looked at her in disbelief, but she repeated, “Open.”

With a soft chuckle, he parted his lips, and she fed him the first bite. His heart swelled at her care, he never thought he would get this type of love after his mom left but having vani near he really got that love, and even as his hands worked over files, she continued to feed him patiently.

“Did you eat?” he asked suddenly, eyes flicking toward her as he signed a document.

Her nervous smile gave him the answer. With a sigh, he set the tray on the table and tugged her into his lap. “How many times do I have to tell you to eat on time, baby?” he scolded gently, scooping up a bite and holding it to her lips.

She chewed quietly, then teased, “But weren’t you so busy that you skipped your breakfast too?”

“Yes, I was,” he replied with a smirk, “but remember, I am not for your breakfast and I will never be that much busy for you.”

Vani’s cheeks flushed, and they both shared bites from the same plate, laughter and tenderness filling the room. By the time they finished, the clock had already struck two in the afternoon.

AUTHOR’S POV 

After that, Vani went back to her room. She wanted to spend some time with Vidyut, but she understood he was busy with meetings. Sitting alone in the room, boredom started creeping in. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Curious, Vani went to open it and found one of the maids standing there, holding a sketchbook and a pencil case. Vani’s face instantly lit up with excitement.

“Vi sent it?” she asked eagerly.

The maid looked a little confused at first but then gave a small nod, understanding what Vani meant.

Vani happily took the sketchbook and pencils and went back inside. For a moment, she sat thinking about what to draw. Then, an idea suddenly struck her—she decided to sketch Vidyut’s baby picture.

Smiling at the thought, she went to the shelf and fetched his childhood photo album. She carefully flipped through the pictures, spending almost an hour deciding which one to recreate. Finally, she settled on a picture and began sketching with full focus.

An hour later, Vidyut was finally free from his work and returned to their room. To his surprise, he found Vani already deeply engrossed in her drawing.

“You already started drawing, wifey,” he said with a soft smile.

Startled, Vani quickly tried to hide her sketch. “Yes! And now you go do your work,” she said with a huge grin, trying to shoo him away.

Vidyut chuckled at her reaction. “Are you saying that in anger, hmm? Sorry, bacha… now I won’t work anymore for today.”

Vani huffed, puffing her cheeks. “Arre, I’m serious, Vi! I want to complete this drawing alone. Once it’s finished, I’ll show you. Until then, you’re not allowed to see it. Now go!”

Her determination made Vidyut laugh even more. “Okay fine, I’m going. But I’ll be waiting to see your masterpiece,” he said warmly before leaving the room with a smile.

Vani then poured all her heart and effort into the drawing. Each stroke, each shading was filled with love, her fingers working tirelessly to make the sketch as natural and beautiful as possible. She lost track of time, and by the time she finally stood up, it was already 7 p.m.

Though the sketch wasn’t complete yet, exhaustion and hunger took over. Deciding to take a break, Vani quietly sneaked into Vidyut’s study to check if he was free.

But Vidyut spotted her immediately. He was on a video call, talking to a group of people. Vani panicked and quickly turned to leave, but Vidyut gestured for her to stop.

With a casual smile, he said to the people on the call, “I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye.”

He ended the call, leaving Vani shocked. “Why did you disconnect? I would have come back later,” she said, feeling a little guilty.

“It’s okay,” Vidyut replied gently, walking toward her. “Now, show me the sketch.”

Vani shook her head quickly. “It’s not completed yet,” she said firmly.

Vidyut made an exaggerated ‘O’ face. Before he could say anything, Vani continued, “Actually, I’m hungry. That’s why I came here, let's have something to eat !”

Vidyut chuckled at her honesty and nodded. “Alright, let me make a reservation at the hotel. Tonight, we’ll have the most delicious pasta.”

Vani’s eyes instantly sparkled with excitement.

Vidyut and Vani got into the car, and he began driving toward Lazio, where he had made special arrangements for their dinner. Vani had been excited to taste authentic Italian pasta, and Vidyut wanted it to be perfect.

He had booked the entire pasta house, clearing it completely of staff and guests. Not even a single soul was allowed nearby—not even by accident. The place was surrounded by his men, and the security was so tight that it felt like a ghost town.

Vidyut wasn’t being overprotective without reason. He wasn’t just a man; he was the ruler of Italy’s underworld, the one who held its power and blood-soaked history in his hands. The clan’s annual meeting was only two days away, and until then, no one could even spot Vani beside him. Her identity, her presence, was to be kept a secret.

Because here, in Italy, danger didn’t come from the shadows—it walked in the open.

This wasn’t just another country for Vidyut. It was his kingdom. His legacy.
Long ago, it was decided that this land would always belong to his bloodline—him and his heir—until the day someone dared to challenge and defeat them. The clans wanted a kind of democracy, but here, democracy was a blade fight. Whoever could earn the throne, ruled. If his heir ever lost, no one would hand it back to him out of mercy.

Vidyut himself hadn’t been given this power.
He had fought for it. Bled for it. Killed for it.

When his father ruled, there was order. His father’s most trusted subordinate was Malvika’s father, a man bound by an oath of loyalty. But then came the day Vidyut’s world shattered—the day his parents were brutally murdered through betrayal.

The assassination left Italy without a ruler, a barren throne that anyone could seize. Vidyut was young then, too young to fight the monsters lurking around. Malvika’s father had promised Vidyut’s mother that he would protect Vidyut at all costs, so he shielded him instead of placing him on the throne.

But Vidyut didn’t need anyone to push him toward revenge.
The fire was already burning inside him.

He began training himself, involving himself in the darkness step by step, until he was ready to strike back. When the time came, he didn’t just take revenge—he wiped out the entire bloodline of those who killed his parents.

And he didn’t stop at simple death.
Death was mercy.
He wanted them to feel what he felt when he had stood over his parents’ lifeless bodies.

He killed their entire family—men, women, children—no one was spared.
Then he went further, descending into a level of cruelty only someone with his rage could reach. He butchered their bodies, ground their flesh, and baked it into pizzas, forcing the remaining members who killed his parents to eat their own family’s flesh to survive.

Every year, on the anniversary of his parents’ deaths, Vidyut repeated this ritual.
He would starve the prisoners for weeks, and when hunger broke their will, they would cry and scream, but in the end, they would eat what he put before them—or have it shoved down their throats.

Vani didn’t know this part of Vidyut yet.
She only knew the man who protected her like a treasure.

Back to the present—the clan eventually fractured under Vidyut’s reign. When the former ruler left, no one was bold enough to challenge Vidyut openly, so Italy became leaderless again… at least on the surface.

But behind the scenes, Vidyut silently ruled, protecting the land like a shadow king, fighting off attacks from rival factions to keep control.

This was why Vani’s presence had to be hidden. Until everything was officially handed back to Vidyut at the clan meeting, showing her face here would paint a target on her back.

So tonight, even a simple dinner of pasta had been turned into a covert mission.

Vidyut glanced at her while driving. She was looking out the window, completely unaware of the darkness surrounding them. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

For her, he would clear the whole world if needed.
No one would dare harm her.
Not while Vidyut was alive.

When they arrived at the pasta house in Lazio, it looked abandoned from the outside. The streets were eerily silent, the warm glow of the restaurant’s lights visible through the windows, but no one was inside—exactly as Vidyut had planned.

Vani frowned slightly, clutching his arm.
“Vi… are you sure this place is open? It looks like… like a haunted house,” she said, her brows knitting together.

Vidyut smirked, leaning down to kiss her temple.
“It’s open, bacha. Just… open only for us,” he said, his voice deep, calm, but with that underlying steel edge she could never quite understand.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You… booked the entire place again ?”

He hummed in response, holding her hand tightly as they walked inside.
“For you, yes. For us. I don’t want anyone disturbing our evening.”

What he didn’t say was that he didn’t want a single pair of eyes laying on her, even by accident.

The moment they stepped inside, Vani’s initial nervousness melted into awe.
The whole restaurant was beautifully lit with golden lights and candles on every table. The faint aroma of freshly baked bread and herbs filled the air.

“Vi… this is so beautiful,” she whispered, turning to look at him with a smile that made his chest tighten.

He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her soft skin.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he murmured.

Vani blushed, lowering her gaze, and getting shy .

Vidyut chuckled, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes and vani spoke “ but vi their is not even any owner or servant to serve us food ” he bent closer, his lips brushing her ear, “…I’m here for your service my ma’am i will serve you the food ”

Her heart fluttered. She didn’t see the army of his men stationed outside, the snipers on rooftops, the barricades blocking every road leading here.
To her, this was just a private date night.

They sat at a cozy corner table, the soft glow of warm lights wrapping them in a private little world. Vidyut carefully served Vani some pasta and fresh bread, making sure her plate was full before pouring himself a glass of deep red wine.

Vani watched him curiously and asked, “What is this, Vi?”

He glanced at his glass and replied casually, “It’s wine… uhmm, alcohol.”

The moment she heard alcohol, her expression shifted. She immediately said with concern, “You know, science says alcohol is really bad for our health. It can lead to so many diseases.”

Vidyut chuckled softly at her worried tone and said, “Nothing happens if you drink a little, Vani. And I don’t drink daily—only on some special occasions.”

But Vani’s lips formed a tiny pout as she pleaded, “Even then, you shouldn’t drink at all. It’s not good for you, please don’t drink, Vi.”

Seeing her so serious, Vidyut couldn’t resist smiling. He leaned a little closer and said warmly, “Okay, fine, bacha. I won’t drink any wine, happy? Now, let’s eat our food.”

Her face instantly brightened, and they both began eating—feeding each other bites, sharing stories, and laughing together. Every moment was filled with love and comfort.

When they finished, Vidyut picked up a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her lips. Vani giggled and grabbed a tissue too, mimicking his actions, and they both burst out laughing.

As they calmed down, Vidyut asked softly, “Should we go back home now?”

Vani nodded, and they started to get up. Just as they reached the door, she tugged his arm and said excitedly, “Vi! Should we click a selfie here before leaving? I want to remember this night.”

Vidyut’s lips curved into a small smile. “Of course,” he said, and they snapped a picture together, their faces glowing with happiness.

When they stepped outside, Vani’s eyes widened at the beautiful view—the charming street lights, the soft breeze, and the magical vibe of the place. She breathed out, “Vi, can we walk here for a little while? It’s so beautiful, like a dreamland.”

Vidyut looked at her hopeful eyes. He could never say no to her. “Yeah, why not? Let’s walk,” he said softly.

As they strolled side by side, Vani admired the surroundings, while Vidyut couldn’t take his eyes off her. She caught him staring and playfully scolded, “What are you looking at me for? Look at the place and the weather!”

He smirked and replied in a low voice, “For me, you are my place to look at. Everything else fades in front of my wife.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away, shy but smiling.

After some time, they finally headed back home. Vani was tired and just wanted to cuddle up and sleep, completely unaware of how tense Vidyut truly was. He had worked so hard to make everything seem normal for her—even though nothing about their lives was truly normal.

Once they reached home, they changed and slipped into bed. Vani snuggled close to him and whispered, “Vi, can I ask you something… and will you give it to me?”

Vidyut tilted his head toward her and said warmly, “Yeah, baby. You can ask me anything.”

With hopeful eyes, Vani said softly, “Can you promise me… not to drink alcohol ever again?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Baby, you’re worrying for nothing. It’s harmless for me. I’m fine—”

But Vani quickly interrupted, her voice trembling slightly, “It’s not just about health. After drinking, people… they lose control. They get angry, they hurt others, sometimes even…” Her voice faltered as tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t ever want to see that side of you. And more than that, I’m your wife, Vi. Please… just this one thing. I won’t ever ask you for anything else.”

Vidyut’s heart ached at her words. He hugged her tightly and whispered, “Promise, baby. I won’t drink again. Not even a single sip.”

Vani’s face lit up with relief, but Vidyut’s mind was heavy. Her plea wasn’t just fear—it was experience. She must have lived through something like that. His thoughts went to the faint scars he’d seen on her body. Did her father drink? Did he hurt her? Even the possibility made Vidyut’s entire body tense with anger and grief.

As he held her closer, trying to calm himself, Vani suddenly spoke again in her usual playful tone, “Oh, and Vi… don’t look at my drawing if you wake up early, okay?”

The sudden shift caught him off guard. He blinked, then burst out laughing. In one moment, this girl could shatter his heart, and in the next, she could make him laugh.

“Okay, fine, baby. I won’t peek,” he promised, kissing her forehead.

Vani grinned and whispered, “Good night, husband.”

“Good night, bacha,” he murmured, wrapping her in his arms.

And just like that, they drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in each other’s embrace.

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘

Vidyut and Vani both woke up on time that morning. It was the last day of Vidyut’s preparations, so he had to go for ground checkups, while Vani stayed home, sketching. Both were working hard, trying to finish their tasks early so they could finally spend time together.
It wasn’t really a honeymoon for them — more like a peaceful little vacation where they could simply be with each other.

The day went on quietly. Vani had no way to call Vidyut, and though Vidyut wanted to check on her, his schedule didn’t allow it.
By evening, Vani’s sketching was complete. She sat on the couch, sometimes lying down, sometimes trying to nap — but sleep never came. She wasn’t just resting; she was waiting. Waiting for her husband to return, so she could see his face, tell him about her day, and listen to him.

Finally, the door opened. Vidyut was back — tired but relieved. His peace had always been work , but  now more than ever, he longed to be near her, HIS WIFE .
As he entered the living room, he found his little wife lounging lazily on the couch. Smiling to himself, he tiptoed closer and whispered near her ear,
“Couldn’t sleep?”

Without realizing it was him, Vani murmured sadly, “No…”

Vidyut frowned slightly. “Why?”

Still unaware, she replied innocently, “Because my husband is working outside and I’m waiting for him. I’ve this bad habit of sleeping in his lap.”

As soon as she said it, she froze — realizing what she’d just confessed. Turning around, she saw Vidyut standing there, laughing softly. She immediately made a cute pout, which only made him laugh more.

He noticed her tired little face and his own unbuttoned sleeves. Before he could say anything, she said softly,
“You look very tired… come, sit here.”

He sat beside her with a smile. “Yes, I was tired… until I came home and heard that little confession from you.” he tried to pull her in lap but Vani frowned, pretending to be annoyed, and got up. “Go freshen up first. You need to eat and rest.”

Vidyut looked confused — she never refused to sit in his lap before. Maybe she was actually upset that he laughed. Still, he said nothing and went to freshen up.

When he came back in a loose shirt and trousers, he saw Vani quietly sitting beside him, serving food. She looked calm — but too calm. He gently held her hands to stop her and said, “I’m sorry, Vani. Please don’t be angry. I didn’t laugh to make fun of you — I laughed because your confession made me so happy….”

Before he could continue, Vani smiled faintly and said, “I know that.”

“Then why are you so quiet? And why didn’t you come sit in my lap?” he asked curiously.

Vani gave a nervous laugh. “Actually, you looked tired. I didn’t want to make you more tired by sitting on your lap or annoying you with my chatter.”

Vidyut stared at her in disbelief. “Who told you that?”

“No one,” she said softly. “I just thought so.”

He shook his head gently, pulled her into his lap, and said in a tender voice, “You can never make me tired, Vani. You are my peace, my joy. If you don’t sit with me or talk to me, that’s when I truly feel tired. This is your place. Always , and you can sit anytime in my lap and you don’t have to ask also you belong here you own it my cute little rabbit ”

Vani’s eyes glowed with happiness. “Thank you…” she whispered.

Vidyut smiled and kissed her forehead. The two sat together, feeding each other dinner, talking about their day — laughter and love filling the quiet night once again.

After dinner, the two went to their room. The night was calm, the soft rustle of curtains dancing with the cool breeze. As they lay in bed, Vidyut turned toward Vani, his voice gentle but thoughtful.

“Vani,” he said softly, “tomorrow is a very important day for me. Maybe… maybe tomorrow I’ll finally get what I’ve been waiting for these six long years.”

Vani turned to him with a confident smile, her eyes shining with affection. “I believe in you, husband,” she said warmly. “You’ll get it. You deserve everything good in this world.”

Vidyut smiled faintly, his voice low with pride and a hint of nervousness. “Yeah… I think I do deserve it. I’ve been working for this since my teenage years.”

Vani cupped his face gently, her thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Don’t overthink it,” she whispered. “Just imagine you already have it. That feeling will make you stronger. And you will get it, husband . You will — I know it.”

Her certainty made his heart lighter. Vidyut smiled — a deep, genuine smile — and pulled her into a warm hug.

Vani giggled softly as she nestled against his chest. With a few more quiet words, laughter, and lingering glances, their voices faded into the stillness of the night — until sleep finally wrapped them both in peace.

AUTHOR’S POV 

Vani and Vidyut wake up together that morning. Today was important for him and he was important for vani .

Vani had specifically made sure to wake up at the same time as Vidyut , just to cheer him up for his important work. While he was taking a bath ,  she thought of ironing his clothes which were already perfectly ironed, but still she wanted them to look even cleaner and crisp .

As vidyut came out in his robe and saw her ironing his clothes ,  he raised his brows and asked,

“ Why are you ironing my clothes again? They are already ironed  ”

Vani looked at him with a cheeky smile and said  “ I just wanted to give them more cleaner and crisp look ”

Vidyut chuckled seeing her smile and took the clothes and headed to change in closet while, Vani waited in the room

He came out , looking perfectly ready ——THE MOST HANDSOME , yet effortlessly SEXY and HOT in that black suit . His hands were working on his cuffs trying to button them up as vani noticed she asked meekly

“ Can I do it for you ?? ”

He looked at her for a moment , confused but nodded.

She walked closer and began buttoning his cuff and he asked “ Can you adjust my collar too ??”

Vani’s face lit up . She loved doing these small things for him but then she said with a pout “ why not but you are too long , I will just come with a stool ”

She said that and turned to leave, but Vidyut caught her wrist, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear, “You have my lap to sit and adjust my collar.”

His words made her cheeks burn with heat. Without even looking back, he made her sit in his lap and she began fixing his collar, stealing small glances at him in between.

Once she adjusted the collar and cuffs, he asked, “Now tell me, how does your husband look?”

She narrowed her eyes dramatically, observing him as if through a microscope. Vidyut tried hard to hold back his laugh at her antics. After thinking for a moment, she finally said, “You are looking like a…”

Vidyut leaned in, fully ready to hear his praise.

But what came next stunned him.
“…yes, you look like a bad boy.”
Vidyut stared at her with a ARE YOU SERIOUS, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST SAID? kind of expression.

Vani nodded confidently, fully understanding what he was trying to imply. Vidyut, who actually was a man now, and yes, “bad” in her little world-language, couldn’t help but bite back a laugh.

“And why do you think, wifey, your husband is a bad boy?” he asked, smirking.

Vani looked at him seriously and said, “Because your shirt buttons are open. The girls will stare at you with bad eyes.”
This made Vidyut laugh out loud. He fell back on the bed, pulling her with him. “Vani, you are something else.”

Vani felt slightly offended at his laugh, pouted, and said, “You can’t just laugh like that. And get up! The shirt will get creases. I ironed your shirt and pants very diligently.”

Vidyut sat up again.
“Okay, okay, my baby.”

Vani’s cheeks warmed at the word baby, but she quickly said, “Don’t try to distract me by babying me. I need to button your shirt.”

Vidyut smiled hard. “Aww, my rabbit, okay, button it.”

She smiled softly. Even though only two or three buttons were open, she tenderly buttoned each one. But when her hands moved to the very top collar button, Vidyut stopped her gently.

With a small nervous smile, he said, “Rabbit, my bacha… I’m going to a meeting, not school. You don’t have to button all the way up to my neck.”

Vani paused, thought for a second, and then said, “Okay. But don’t let any woman come near you.”

Vidyut’s heart melted. He loved this care, this jealousy, this possessiveness that came only from her.

“Okay, my bacha. Now… should I go?”
Vani didn’t want him to. But he had work.
So she nodded. “Okay.”

She got off his lap so he could stand.
Before leaving, Vidyut turned back, kissed her forehead, and said, “I might come late today. So don’t overthink, okay? Do your work. No bad thoughts.”
Vani nodded quietly.

He hugged her tightly.

This day was going to be a changing day in his life, and he wanted her warmth before stepping out.

He started to leave. Vani stood there, watching him descend the stairs. He turned one last time, saw her watching, and she waved happily.
But the moment he left, the happiness on Vani’s face faded.

She walked back to their room slowly, got freshened up, and sat down to do her work… quietly.

VIDYUT’S POV 

I left for the meeting.
The meeting was to be held in the famous hotel of my Italy. Earlier, it used to be handled by my dad, but after his death, I am the owner of this hotel.
As I reached, I stepped out of the car. My secretary and the team were already waiting outside. The entire hotel was scheduled exclusively for our clan meeting.

I took the tab and personally checked all security arrangements, documents, and preparations required for today. Then I headed toward the underground conference room. It was dimly lit, giving off the exact vibe of our clan. Everything was arranged perfectly.

As I looked around the conference room, old memories filled my mind.
How my dad used to hold his meetings here.

And how sometimes he would bring me along, telling me to watch and learn.
Sometimes, I miss them both. A lot.
My mom and dad would have been so proud today, seeing me stand here… taking back my territory officially… earning my place as a respected member of the clan.

But it’s okay.

Now I have someone else who will be just as happy for me… in every happiness.

My little rabbit… my wife.
And God, these days she’s becoming more loving and more comfortable with me.Thank God.

With that thought, I looked at my wedding ring… and kissed it.

Because I miss her so much.

And for now, her memory lives in this ring. I even had her name carved inside it.

I walked toward the chair opposite The Ruler’s chair. That was the seat I would sit in today. Right in front of him. It was an honor. I had always dreamed that one day, the clan meeting would be held in my territory. And today, it was happening.

As I settled into my thoughts, people began entering the conference hall. Each one nodded at me with respect.
Then the trio entered.

DAKSH – THE CONSIGLIERE

REYANSH – THE KING OF UK

KARTHIK – MY BROTHER-IN-LAW AND ALSO A KING

After the clan separated when The Ruler stepped away from the throne due to personal reasons, we all focused on our individual territories. But Daksh? He didn’t open a law firm or anything like that. No. He chose to do something fun. He became a professor in a law school.
And that too… Criminal Law.

They walked toward me. Daksh scanned me from head to toe and smirked.
“Bro, even my college students don’t dress this well-mannered. And you are a Bloody Mafia.”

I stared at him, brows furrowed, while he laughed and continued “As I remember, when Reyansh once came wearing a full five-piece suit, you made fun of him for a whole month. Said he looked like a joker for dressing too properly. And you were the one who taught him that a man should always keep two or three shirt buttons open.”
I looked at him, and before I could say anything, Karthik added, “Arey, now he himself is MARRIED.”

Both Daksh and Reyansh froze, as if Karthik had committed a crime by mentioning it.

I sighed. “What? Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Reyansh shrugged, “We just… never heard of any of your love stories. And suddenly, you’re married.”

I made an ‘O’ face because he wasn’t wrong.

Before Vani, I never looked at any girl. And after her… I still won’t.
Karthik then said, “If all your jokes are done, can we sit now? Everyone else has already arrived.”

We nodded and took our places.

We waited for The Ruler.

But suddenly, Daksh stood up and announced “I’m sorry, but The Ruler isn’t coming today.” Shock ran through me. Through everyone.

This day wasn’t only important for me, but for the entire clan.

I had confirmed with him last night that he would come. I knew he had family responsibilities… but he had said he would manage to come for at least half a day.

So what happened now? I forced myself to stay calm.

I pressed my thumb against my wedding ring… the only thing that helps me keep my thoughts steady… and tried to push away the negative thoughts.

Daksh looked at me with hopeful eyes, silently asking me to understand, and then continued,
“But there is something I need to tell you all. Our Ruler is completely aware of his responsibilities. If his family duties and his clan duties hadn’t clashed today, he would have been here with us for our first reunion meeting. But the meeting is not cancelled because…”

Every member of the clan went alert instantly. Everyone leaned forward, waiting to hear what came next.Daksh continued, “He has ordered that all issues planned for discussion must be discussed today itself, under the guidance of Vidyut, because…”

Daksh paused only for a breath.
“He has reinstated him as the King of Italy. And all of you are being reappointed to your territories as well. The Ruler returns as The King of Russia, and Reyansh remains The King of the United Kingdom.”

Hearing those words… something exploded inside me.
After so many years…
We finally got back what belonged to us.

On paper.

Officially.

My heart felt so full I couldn’t even speak for a moment.

Daksh passed the confirmation letters around.We all took our documents.
The Ruler’s signature had changed… he had added his wife’s name next to his own.

Seeing that, I felt a sudden urge rise in me.

I want to add Vani’s name to mine too.
Everywhere. In every place in my personal and professional life.
So nobody ever forgets that she is my wife and I am her husband.

Then came the legal documents.

The Non-Objection forms.

Everyone signed them with joy and relief.

Once it was done, Daksh announced, “The Ruler sends his apology for not being able to attend this sacred ceremony. He also sends his special congratulations to Vidyut, for reclaiming his ancestral land.”

Hearing that, I stood and spoke,“Thank you to The Ruler, for giving us back what we deserved. So after we finish our work today, let’s celebrate.”

Everyone agreed.

We completed the meeting.

We clicked the official photos, standing straight, hands clasped in front, formal and dignified.

And then we clicked our photos.

Showing the confirmation letters.

Laughing.

Like the idiots we are when we’re together.

After that came dinner. Everyone ate and drank.

I didn’t.

I don’t drink because my wife strictly said no.And eating… I didn’t feel like eating without her.

I wanted to have dinner with my rabbit.
Slowly, people finished and left, congratulating me again.

Finally, only the four of us remained.
They looked at me with suspicious grins.I frowned.“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”With matching grins, they said, “We want to meet our sister-in-law.”
I gave them a deadly look.

“And why exactly do you want to meet my wife?” Reyansh and Daksh chuckled, “We just want to see the girl who turned our brother into an actual man.” I glared at them, but I knew I couldn't stop them. If not tonight, then another day for sure.

So I sighed, exhausted, “Fine. You can meet her. But listen carefully.” Their smiles grew. Mine disappeared.

“ Do not let her know we are mafias. Wear perfume. She hates the smell of alcohol.Don’t ask anything about her family. And watch your words. If even one word hurts her, I will bury all of you with my own hands.” They laughed loudly.

“Relax. She is like our sister too,” they said. “We’ll try our best not to get our graves dug.” We all left for my mansion. It was already 10 PM.

My rabbit must have been waiting at the door. She always overthinks. And that’s on me. I had broken her trust once before.

When we entered the mansion, we saw her.

My little rabbit had fallen asleep on the carpet, wearing her pajamas. Her face resting on her tablet. Sketches spread across the table. A pencil loosely held in her small hand.

I gestured to the guys to stay quiet. I walked toward her slowly. There was a completed baby sketch, and another incomplete one. I couldn't figure out what she was trying to draw.
But right now… my rabbit mattered more than the sketch.

I knelt beside her. Her hair had fallen over her face , I tried to tuck it back gently. But I accidentally brushed her cheek.

She woke instantly, eyes still hazy.
And panicked.

She pulled back in reflex, scared.
I leaned close, my face right in front of hers. “Open your eyes, rabbit. I’m here. Your husband. Your Vi.”

She rubbed her eyes, and when she saw me, her lips curved into the softest smile.  Before she could jump on me, I took her hand and helped her up.

She hugged me tightly. I hugged her even tighter, melting into her warmth.
“I missed you, my little rabbit,” I whispered.

“I missed you too, Vi… but you are so bad,” she sniffed.

I blinked. Confused.

She looked like a child whose mother promised a trip to the market but left before she could wear her shoes.

The anger.

The crying face.

The sniffing.

The tiny pout.

She complained, “I don’t even have your contact number. I don’t know where you go or when you’ll come. You said you will be late but look at the time. It’s already 10:16 PM. I was scared.”

I stared at her in awe. How did I get a wife who loves me this much…without me earning it?

I pulled her back into a hug.  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, rabbit.” She shook her head against my chest, “No, no. You are a bad boy.” I chuckled softly, “Okay. Even if I’m a bad boy… I’m still yours, wifey.”
She melted instantly.

I know exactly how to melt her.
She pouted, determined. “Fine. I will forgive you. But first and last time.” I nodded. Then she turned to her sketch.  “I want to show you something.”

But the moment her eyes fell on the sketch, she froze and glared at me. “I told you not to look at my sketches. And you still looked!” I looked at her with the guiltiest face.

“I’m really, really sorry, rabbit. My bacha, listen—” Before I could finish, Before I could explain ,  we both heard a cough behind us

VANI’S POV 

As soon as we heard someone cough, I peeked from behind my husband’s arm — who had already turned toward the sound — and saw three tall men standing there. One of them was Karthik bhaiya, and the other two were completely unfamiliar.

I tugged at Vidyut’s sleeve. He glanced back, and I whispered, “Vi… who are they?”

With a small smile, he replied, “They are my friends. Business friends.” I made an O shaped mouth at that. Business friends. At this hour. Wonderful.

I gave them a nervous smile and whisper-yelled at him again, “You should have told me! I was blabbering like a complete idiot, and look at me! I’m in pajamas — SHINCHAN printed pajamas!” He smiled sheepishly.

Meanwhile I was dying inside. Literally dying.

Why does this always happen to me?

I embarrass myself in front of him,

his staff,

random strangers,

and now his friends too.

Dear Earth, please open up and swallow me alive. I cannot survive this much embarrassment in one lifetime.

As I was sinking into all of this mentally, I noticed all three of them were now standing in front of my husband. I forced myself to calm down. I’ve never been comfortable around men, and the few I had seen before were… not kind. Except him. Only him.

Vidyut quietly squeezed my hand. Just that touch made something solid settle inside me. I felt safe. “You guys sit,” he said to them, and then looked at me with a reassuring smile as we also sat. My hand was now resting in his lap, his fingers loosely holding mine.

Meanwhile, I was still panicking inside about how I looked.

Cartoon pajamas.

Hair open and messy.

Face… let’s not talk about it.

Vidyut started introducing them. “Vani, this is Daksh — he’s a lawyer. And this is Reyansh — he’s a businessman. And Karthik… you know him.”

I nodded like I was absorbing everything, but actually I was calculating the distance from here to my room in case I needed to run away and change.

But then I reminded myself: It’s 10:30 PM.

People are in pajamas at this hour.

Yes, but do they wear Tom and Jerry pajamas?

I hate my life.

While my thoughts were doing Olympic gymnastics, Vidyut called my name, “Vani.”

I snapped back like I returned from another universe. He repeated softly, “Vani… say hi.” I froze. They must think I’m mannerless on top of being childish. I swallowed and said nervously, “H-hi… hi.”

Vidyut looked at them and said, “Just a minute, we’ll be right back.”Then he gently guided me to the kitchen. I braced myself for scolding. I was prepared.

But instead, he asked softly “What happened, Vani? Are you okay?” Something inside me cracked. I just hugged him tightly without warning. Even he looked surprised.

Words rushed out of me in a trembling, sniffly mess, “You should have told me your friends were coming. Look at me, I’m in cartoon pajamas. They’ll think I’m a child. I was talking like an idiot before they entered. I didn’t even say hi properly. They must think I’m rude or stupid. I—”

He cupped my face gently. “Hey. Calm down, baby. It’s okay. You’re human. And why are you ashamed of your pajamas? You should be proud of yourself. I love seeing my wife like this. I am proud and happy. They are not outsiders. They’re my buddies. My bacha.”

I looked at him, trying to get my breathing steady.“B-but—” He placed a finger lightly on my lips. “Shh. Now put your brain on airplane mode and just be yourself. They came to meet you, baby.”
I blinked.“Me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, bacha , And we should go out right now,” I whispered in a tiny panic, “Otherwise they’ll think I’m so rude. They came to meet me and I’m here hiding in the kitchen like I don’t even care.”

He chuckled softly. “Okay, okay, come,” he said, still holding my hand.

We walked back toward the living room. This time, I inhaled… exhaled… and tried to gather whatever little confidence existed inside me. We sat together on the couch, his hand still in mine like a silent shield.

・。.・゜✭・

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