Anannya moved away after finishing her monologue, a cynical grin on her lips. I stood there with an astounded look on my face.It felt like a hard, humiliating whiplash on my face to wake me up from the remaining dream. My senses swiftly veered towards Darsh, who was already casting us a bemused gaze. Most probably wondering what we were discussing.Until that night, I was anxious about whether Darsh would regard me as a partner ever. However, after meeting Anannya, I lost all hope.A woman who was successful in her career and had the appearance of a goddess. Who would have looked at other women if they had had a companion like Anannya? She embodied everything a man might wish for in a partner.I finally perceived why Anannya made me feel uncomfortable at first glance.Why didn't I expect Darsh to have a lover? Why? Why am I always so stupid?It turned out I was the third wheel in their perfect life.Every individual has the right to love.Before the Star Palace incident, they must ha
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆I stood in front of the mirror, appraising my appearance. It was my reception party at the same hotel where some people attempted to trap me in a vicious scandal. I let out a chuckle as I had reflected on the snakes who tried to destroy my life and how I used the adversity to my advantage.Marrying a poor girl out of love not only restored my reputation and business but also enhanced it. Despite my enormous riches, everyone began to regard me as a humble and generous man."Thanks to whoever planned it," I smirked and straightened my tie. Although, for a brief moment, the trap almost got me there. It would have been quite difficult to deal with the issue if I hadn't spoken with my lawyer, Rohan Yadav.I have to meet him as soon as I get back to Delhi.I was dressed in a royal blue tuxedo with matching shoes and my favourite wristwatch.Another brilliant idea of mine was to not allow the media into the party with the excuse of celebrating it discreetly with a few peopl
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"One drink, I promise. To honour your wedding." I could have disregarded Anannya's request, but I didn't. I needed to know her motive behind attending the reception party. Thus, I flung open the door and welcomed her inside.After getting comfortable on the small couches opposite each other, I poured two glasses of red wine for both of us. Her off-shoulder dress charmingly revealed her gorgeous frame. I almost got carried away appreciating her beauty for a second. Fortunately, I remembered that I was already married to Khushi. And our lives could be ruined by a simple blunder. As a result, I turned my view elsewhere. "I didn't expect you here." I went directly to the point without wasting any time."Not even small talk, huh? You went for the investigation." Holding the glass, Anannya smiled grimly."Should I not?" Over the rim of my glass, I cast a glimpse at her."Darsh, you've changed so much." Anannya muttered as her face grew gloomy. "I can't even imagine you a
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆"Why am I even crying?" I brushed the tears away while muttering things."He doesn't care. I shouldn't do it either. I only have to put up with him for the next two years. Then I'm free." Putting consolation words for myself didn't seem to work, but I didn't give up."I'll get a better man after the divorce."The abrupt doorbell ring startled me, jolting me out of my reverie. I made sure I didn't look distraught by wiping my face with a handkerchief. Thanks to the expensive water-proof make-up products, my look didn't smudge.Making a casual face and taking two deep breaths, I opened the door and discovered Uncle Hemant was standing there with a waiter along with a food trolley."Ma'am, I'm sure you're worn out. Please have a meal and rest." Uncle Hemant smiled as he walked inside, followed by the waiter.After the incident that had just transpired, I had no appetite left in my stomach. I simply desired to be alone. But then I assessed why I would sleep hungry becau
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
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆As I saw Khushi stepping upwards to the 1st floor with the maids, I headed for the garden where Akash was waiting for me.When I arrived there, I spotted Akash engrossed in his phone. He was probably chatting with one of his numerous girlfriends. Uncle Hemant was monitoring the servant who was serving Akash tea."Haven't I told you not to appear at my door without informing me?" I said, occupying the seat opposite of him. Akash raised his head and placed his phone back inside his denim. Uncle Hemant sent the servant inside because Akash's conversation with me would be confidential."I missed my brother. So I paid him a visit. Is it a sin, huh?" He uttered dramatically."Save that performance for the camera! Don't you know I'm the focus of attention these days? What if a paparazzi caught you sneaking in here?" He seemed unfazed by my words."Fine. Fine. I'll let you know before my next visit." Akash muttered."That's what you say every time." I rolled my eyes at his s
◆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
Why do well-off people host so many gatherings?It was the sixth party I had gone to with Darsh that month, and I started crying in my brain. Every week there was a party for someone he knew. Even though he mostly discussed business there, I had to keep a courteous and respectful demeanour the entire time, which was exhausting.I was abandoned by Darsh every time I went to those parties, so I just sat in the corner and observed everyone gossiping about useless issues or bragging about their latest possessions."Hi, Mrs. Sinha. Nice to see you here." A very familiar voice called for me. I whirled around to find Akash, standing a modest distance away from me with a mischievous smile on his lips."Hi, Mr. Malhotra." I gave him a feigned smile in return and muttered, "It would be best if we didn't chat here.""Oh, so, Brother had already ordered you to keep it a secret, huh?"I nodded at his question."I see. And where is your husband, by the way? Why are you by yourself in this place?""I