All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ishtiyaq Khan sat alone in a dimly lit lounge, the low hum of music and clinking glasses fading into the background as he nursed a glass of dark whiskey. The ice clinked softly against the crystal, but it did little to soothe the storm brewing inside him. His normally sharp, calculating eyes were clouded with unease. The wedding had unsettled him, and that girl—Timtim—had inexplicably thrown his senses into chaos. He swirled the drink, watching the amber liquid catch the light, and the warmth of the alcohol did little to calm his racing heart. He was supposed to be a predator, a man in control, yet every memory of her, every glance from that crimson bridal lehenga, gnawed at him. And then… a memory struck him like a bolt of lightning. It had been years ago, decades even, in the sun-soaked gardens of their ancestral home. He could see it now with horrifying clarity. A young Aariz had been running through the manicured lawn, laughing like a child unburdened by power, his eyes bright

The first rays of dawn filtered through the tall, ornate windows of Aariz’s mansion, glinting off the golden frames and sparkling crystal chandeliers. Timtim stirred, her limbs heavy from the night’s emotional and physical intimacy. Today, though, she carried a new weight: the duties and decorum of a newlywed, draped in the rituals of her marriage. She rose slowly, slipping into a red bandhani saree, the fabric clinging delicately to her curves, accentuating her gentle silhouette. Her green glass bangles jingled softly as she moved, the mangalsutra around her neck resting heavily, yet reassuringly, against her chest. A streak of vermillion adorned the partition of her hair, marking her forever as Aariz Sheikh Pataudi’s wife.She descended to the kitchen, each step careful, her heart pounding in rhythm with the delicate chimes of her bangles. She arranged the breakfast meticulously, setting plates of steaming parathas, fresh fruits, and aromatic chai with a precision that reflected bot

The mall was bustling with weekend shoppers, the air filled with the faint scent of perfumes and the distant echo of holiday music. Timtim, wrapped in a cozy shawl over her delicate attire, moved slowly through the crowd, her mind half-focused on the list Aariz had insisted she pick out. His precise instructions ran in her mind: “Choose wisely, everything must be perfect. Every detail matters.”She balanced the weight of shopping bags in her hands, her steps careful, trying to navigate the sea of people without colliding with anyone—or anything. Her heart fluttered as she thought of Aariz, pacing in the car outside, waiting, ever vigilant, the world outside their mansion now a strange mix of excitement and restraint for her.And then, in the chaos of the crowd, she collided with a familiar figure.“Timtim?” a voice rang out, startled but warm.Timtim looked up, and her breath caught. Zoya, her college friend, stood before her, eyes wide in surprise. “Zoya!” she exclaimed, stepping bac

The house was quiet after dinner. Timtim had retreated to her room, probably still hurt from Aariz’s harsh refusal when she had pleaded to continue her studies. The image of her glassy eyes and trembling lips haunted him, but instead of going to her, Aariz found himself pacing into his study. The air smelled faintly of old books, leather, and the expensive cigars he reserved for sleepless nights.With a flick, the lighter sparked, and soon a thin curl of smoke rose lazily from between his fingers. He leaned back into the chair, the silence of the room filling his ears like a heavy storm.But peace didn’t come. It never did anymore.The study was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a muted amber glow over the desk stacked with files, scattered papers, and an untouched glass of whiskey. The air was heavy, saturated with the bitter scent of tobacco. Aariz sat in the leather chair, leaning back, one hand resting on the armrest while the other held a half-burned cigarette.He drew in the smok

The late morning sun was soft, brushing through the windows of the white SUV as it drove down the busy lanes Inside, Timtim sat pressed against the window, chin resting on her palm, her eyes sparkling with something Aariz had not seen for weeks — excitement. Her wish, the one she had been pleading for, had been granted, though not in the way she had dreamt. Still, it was something. She was finally going to continue her studies, and today, they were going out to buy her stationery.Dressed in a simple green chiffon saree, her damp hair tied into a loose braid, and a pair of blue crocks on her feet, Timtim looked nothing like the elegant, polished woman one might expect beside a man of Aariz’s stature. Yet that was what made her so Timtim. Comfort before fashion, innocence before charm. Aariz, seated beside her, couldn’t help but glance at her from time to time, his lips twitching into a smirk as he thought about the way she had giggled earlier at breakfast, asking him for “cute notebo