◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆Everyone thought I was returning soon because I wrapped up my work earlier than expected. However, that wasn't exactly the reality.I was a little annoyed with myself for returning to the mansion early.Why? I had a few theories for that.First of all, Khushi was sick, and I felt a great sense of responsibility for her. Second of all, since I left the house, I had not once engaged in conversation with Khushi. She never once texted me or even contacted me to check on me. I feared that she had forgotten about me once again.On the other hand, I didn't get the time to check on her as well. But, I asked Uncle Hemant to look into the situation and keep me informed.According to him, Akash visited her a few times while I was away. And it was the final reason for my frustrations. What if Khushi learned that everything I told her about myself was a lie after Akash and Khushi discussed me? that my charming and joking demeanour was a deception from the start. What was I going

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆As soon as I entered the bedroom, I lost control of my rage and began to swear at Darsh. Tears started to form in my eyes. And I despised how they made me appear weak when my anger converted into tears.I jumped onto the bed and curled up on my stomach while berating my beloved husband with the most beautiful words."Ahem, ahem."I was drawn to the sound of a dramatic throat clearing. Glancing back, I found Darsh standing to the right beside the bed, towering over me."Wtf!" I cursed and flinched back a little. "What, are you a ghost? How come I didn't notice when you walked inside?""That's not my fault. Maybe you were too occupied with cursing me."I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed to leave the room."Are you that afraid of me that you can't even be in the same room as me now?" Darsh asked, a sardonic grin lingering on the corner of his lips."Scared?" I snorted. "Why? What are you? A Ghost? A Monster?""Then, why are you slinking out of the room like a co

●Khushi's P.O.V.●First, Darsh tricked me, and then he kissed me without my permission!! It was my first kiss ever! Well, at least that's how I remember it. And Darsh stole it by force! That son of a b****!Darsh had me more than prepared to murder him, but it was nearly impossible to escape his hold. He had beastly strength. With one hand on my waist and the other on my neck, he drew me in to make the kiss deeper.I persisted in pushing him, but deep down, I knew I had wanted this for so long. Thus, finally, I caved in and allowed him to have that one moment of his own will."Why am I so weak against him?" I asked myself inside my head but got no answers.A long minute passed, and at last, Darsh moved away."You're disgusting!" I mumbled, catching my breath."I can be anything for you, honey." Darsh extended his hand, and his fingertips touched my cheek."Did you eat strawberries a while ago?" He smiled at me and asked."Ho-how did you know?"Darsh leaned closer and whispered in my e

●Khushi's P.O.V.●I noticed a significant number of reporters waiting immediately outside the airport as I exited."Is any celebrity travelling today by flight? Why are there so many of them?" I pondered as I walked slowly out of the airport.But the moment I stepped outside, every journalist surrounded me and began peppering me with a variety of questions. And I realised they were all gathered here to interview me.They are here for me? Why? Don't tell me they are here for me because I am the wife of Darsh Sinah? Geez! I felt horrible about getting crushed by the journalists."Good day, ma'am. It's nice to see you back here in Kolkata.""Why have you decided to come back to Kolkata all of a sudden?""How long will you be staying here?"Those questions were casual, but I felt suffocated, surrounded by them. They grew closer despite my attempts to avoid them. Invading someone's personal space was now extremely disrespectful.I was on the verge of yelling at them when I saw that three

●Khushi's P.O.V.●"Why didn't you file a complaint to the Police? It is a crime!""Di, I can't do that!" The tears rolled down her cheeks."My wedding is in a few days. It might be called off if word gets out! And you know that if that happened, Papa would kill himself! He puts his respect above everything for." She continued, crying."Mandu, hear me out first!" I tightened my hold on her shoulder and shook her. She finally looked up at me."Do you have any evidence to prove that he is blackmailing you?""Huh?""Do you have any evidence to prove that your ex is blackmailing you? Any chats? Call recordings?""But di—""Just tell me!" I stuck to my point. Mandira gave the empty space a long minute of silent attention before shaking her head."Shit!""But, Di, I told you I can't—""Mandu, I'll manage the Police! I'll make sure no one knows what happened, but we definitely need some proof." I said, trying to think of a way out."A-are you sure?" With hope, she enquired."Yes. I think I ca