The Alpha Killed My Husband

Scarlet's Birthday

'The Raj-Bhog?' I gape at Ronit. 'Are you sure? We can hire seven or eight staff chefs. You really want to take the risk with so many white collars and VIPs. Alphas of all the packs will be there. We have invited the fairies and witches. Not to forget the 'High standard Thomas'.' I air quote his name. 'I am not sure about this, Ronit. It can be a huge disaster.'

'I know but Scarlet loves his cuisine given she is literally brought up and raised at the port. More than the guests, it's her happiness that I value the most. I think she has always felt inferior in our glamour world. A cuisine of her taste must greatly please her. Surely, I am not going blind. I will tell the Palace to be ready for a backup. I just want to see her smiling with her whole heart for once. She never demands anything but I can sense when she wants something very bad.' Ronit smiles sweet, shuffling through the year's menu of The Raj-Bhog a tiny restaurant somewhere in Appy Lane.

It's way below our standards but if Ronit thinks he can make it work—he can goddammit make it work. I nod overwhelmed. On rare occasions, Ronit lets the sweet side of his loose. Whenever he does, it's remarkable.

'You really love her. Don't you?'

'As if you don't love Aaradhya?' His question caught me of guard.