Chapter 4 - I'm your husband
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Chapter 4 - I'm your husband
“Adhyarth, I don’t accept this marriage, and before you start regretting it too, let me go. There are truths about me that you’re unaware of. If you find out, you’ll hate me,” Ada said with a cold tone, her face void of any emotions, as she turned to leave the room.
But before she could take a step, Adhyarth grabbed her wrist.
“I don’t care about your past,” he said firmly, his eyes locked onto hers. “Adhyarth Khurana never regrets his decisions.” As he spoke, he gently fastened the mangalsutra around her neck.
Ada smirked faintly, her eyes glinting with an unreadable expression. “Time will tell whether you’ll regret this or not,” she murmured, pulling her wrist free and walking out of the room.
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Downstairs, Ada approached a maid and asked, “Where’s the temple?”
The maid gestured to the left. “It’s that way, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” Ada replied curtly, making her way toward the temple.
The temple was serene, with a stunning idol of Lord Krishna at its center. As Ada stepped in, she touched the first step with her fingers and placed them on her forehead as a mark of reverence. She sat down before the idol, her gaze fixed on Krishna’s serene face.
“Krishna, what kind of dilemma have I gotten myself into?” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
After a moment of silence, she lit a lamp and offered her prayers. “You know everything, Krishna. Nothing is hidden from you. You also know the mark of my past that will always stay with me. Will Adhyarth accept it?”
With her prayers completed, Ada left the temple and walked to the kitchen. A maid quickly approached her and said, “Ma’am, please let us know what you’d like for breakfast. The chef will prepare it for you.”
“Thanks, but I prefer to make my own breakfast,” Ada replied firmly, waving them away.
The maids exchanged nervous glances and protested, “If Sir finds out, we’ll lose our jobs.”
“Don’t worry,” Ada reassured them. “He won’t do anything.” With that, she stepped toward the kitchen counter.
By now, the household staff had realized that Ada was their new mistress, and her word was final.
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When Adhyarth descended the stairs after finishing his morning routine, he noticed the servants loitering outside the kitchen.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice sharp.
The servants bowed their heads, avoiding his gaze. Irritated, Adhyarth entered the kitchen himself. There, he saw Ada calmly preparing her breakfast.
He dismissed the servants with a wave of his hand, and they hurriedly scattered to their duties.
Turning to Ada with a mischievous smirk, Adhyarth said, “Well, darling, it looks like you’re embracing the traditions of marriage without anyone asking you to.”
Ada looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Look at you! Without anyone telling you, you’re already making your first meal as a married woman,” he teased.
Ada chuckled dryly. “Mr. Husband, don’t flatter yourself. It’s just my habit to cook my own breakfast. I’m making this for myself—no one else.”
Adhyarth’s playful expression darkened. “I’m not just anyone, Ada. I’m your husband, damn it!”
“Let’s see how long that title lasts,” she shot back, serving her breakfast onto two plates. She handed one to Adhyarth and said with a smirk, “Carry this to the dining table yourself.”
Fuming, Adhyarth stomped out of the kitchen with his plate and sat across from Ada, who was already eating. He took a bite of the upma she had prepared and exclaimed, “Wow! Wifey, you’re an amazing cook.”
Ada, however, ignored him entirely and continued eating in silence.
Feeling frustrated, Adhyarth muttered, “God, what kind of wife have you given me? She doesn’t even bother to respond to anything I say.”
Ada finished her breakfast, stood up, and left the table. A few minutes later, she returned with her phone.
“I’m going to the café. I’ll be back late tonight, so don’t bother worrying about me,” she said curtly, heading toward the door.
Before she could leave, Adhyarth’s voice stopped her. “I’ll pick you up at 7 p.m. No arguments.”
Without waiting for a response, he strode out of the room.
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Ada booked a cab and arrived at her café, an iconic establishment in an upscale Mumbai neighborhood. The café’s exterior resembled a glowing dome, while its interior was uniquely designed. The dimly lit space relied solely on candlelight for illumination, creating a romantic and tranquil atmosphere. The floor was covered in fine white sand, and the ceiling gave the illusion of a galaxy, with twinkling stars and cosmic patterns. It was a haven for lovers and one of Mumbai’s most famous cafés.
As Ada entered, the staff greeted her warmly. She acknowledged them with a nod and headed straight to her private cabin. Unlike the café’s whimsical interior, Ada’s cabin was minimalist, painted in shades of white and gray.
She pressed the intercom on her desk, summoning her personal assistant. A young man in his mid-twenties entered, greeting her with a polite, “Good morning, ma’am.”
“Good morning, Yash. Did you complete the task I assigned you?” she asked, her tone sharp and professional.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s arranged for this afternoon at Green Plaza Hotel,” Yash replied.
“Good. You may leave,” Ada said, dismissing him with a nod.
Once Yash had left, Ada leaned back in her chair, placing her hands on her stomach. Her eyes closed as a single tear escaped, but she quickly composed herself, wiping it away before anyone could see.
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To be continued...
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