It was my first time flying on a plane. Especially on a private jet. I couldn't believe Darsh had taken his private jet only to fly from Delhi to Kolkata and back. I was definitely getting a sense of how insanely wealthy my husband was.I couldn't recall how many times I clung to Darsh since I was terrified the jet might crash at any moment, killing me. Particularly when it took off.It was a bit humiliating at first, but it never got worse since Darsh never judged me. Instead, he sat right next to me, supporting me indirectly to make the experience less frightening for me.Darsh earned even more of my respect. How could he not?We were immediately surrounded by paparazzi as soon as we arrived at Delhi airport. Thanks to Darsh's bodyguards, who successfully prevented them from reaching us until we arrived safely at Darsh's matte black, luxurious car.While Darsh and I sat in the back seat, Uncle Hemant took the seat beside the driver. And it began to move towards our destination, Dars

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆After ascending the stairway and crossing the aisle with the help of the maids, I arrived at my room. The sight astounded me. The room was larger than the living room at my parents' house.The white-painted room was adorned with a bookshelf on the right. Beside it was a designer study table and chair, a spacious bed in the middle of the room, and a couch opposite it. A window directly across from the door was draped with blue curtains. When the maids opened them, sunlight flowed in, illuminating the room.I observed a closet on the left edge of the room. Opening it, I found it stuffed with all types of women's clothing, shoes, jewellery, and cosmetics.I got a dress out of the wardrobe, and it seemed to be exactly my size. It reminded me of when a woman from Darsh's side asked for my measurements to make my reception gown before the wedding.Did Darsh do it?"Hemant sir had the entire room adorned. Along with the wardrobe." A maid commented as if she had read my mind

I dashed towards his room after quickly shutting the window. Even though I was sure I was moving fast, the room seemed very far away tonight.Right before Darsh's bedroom, I came to the end of my sprint. I recalled Uncle Hemant's words just as I was about to enter."I advise you not to approach Master Darsh for anything tonight."I'd previously witnessed Darsh's wrath. And it was painful to be the victim of his fury. Therefore, I paused to consider if I should contact Uncle Hemant and return to my bedroom. However, having seen him collapse earlier, I couldn't stand the worry. Finally, disregarding everything else, I hurried inside.I found Darsh motionless on the ground, a glass shard scattered on the floor in front of him. Without wasting any more time, I reached closer to Darsh and attempted to lift him from the floor."Wh—who?" He grumbled, rejecting my help. "Stop...Stop touching me.""I'm not intentionally touching you. Shut up!" While scolding him, I barely managed to get his f

Chapter 18: Indifferent Slowly opening my eyes, I felt my eyes heavy as I woke up from my deep slumber. Suddenly, I got struck by last night's memories. The fears, the regrets, and the sobs were all I could remember from last night before dozing off to sleep.The bitter experience ruined the beautiful morning as soon as I woke up. My feet couldn't even touch the floor when someone knocked on the door.For a second, it felt like Darsh had come to apologise for last night since he went overboard with the bouquet. But Sia's call from the outside shattered my illusion. "Khushi ma'am, Master Darsh has asked you to attend breakfast downstairs."I scoffed at my own assumptions. What a fool I was to expect, yet again, for Darsh to apologise to me."I'll be there in a minute," I responded while getting out of bed. Entering the attached bathroom, I stood before the mirror and affirmed, "You're strong, Khushi. No man should have this much control over your happiness. Cheer up!"Forcing a smile

◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆It was my birthday. And I hosted a party to celebrate it at a renowned banquet.My wife, Khushi, was the first to wish me birthday greetings. It was a little unexpected, but I was nonetheless pleased. Her present, however, was totally unacceptable. But I was aware that she was unlikely to have understood the reason for my ugly response.I should say sorry.I had mentally prepared a sincere apology before I arrived early at the dining hall.However, time passed, and Khushi still hadn't arrived for breakfast. Perforce, I sent a maid I had always seen Khushi stay close to call her down.Finally, when she descended to the hall and took her usual seat, I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to express my apology."Last night—"Though, My focus was diverted to another side when I saw Anannya ambling in our direction.She carried a bouquet of yellow roses while maintaining her usual stunning appearance.She handed me the bouquet and wished me a happy birthday, but Khushi go