Chapter 37: 37. will you marry me again?

Life was good. Abhimaan and I were in a sweet spot, our playful moments and passionate makeout sessions filling our days. But, as always, life had other plans. College and work kept us busy, making it difficult to find quality time together.

Today was no different. I was driving Abhimaan’s favorite car, the sleek black Devil Jesco, to his office when I received an unexpected call from his assistant, Rajeev. His voice was urgent, tinged with desperation.

“Mayura ma’am, please come to the office. Sir is having a rough day, and... well, he’s firing everyone in sight. I know it’s a lot to ask, but please, you’re our only hope. He listens to you, ma’am. Please come and save us.”

I chuckled at the dramatic plea but knew Abhimaan’s temper was no joke. I packed his favorite lunch and headed to his office, determined to tame the beast and save the day.

Arriving at the office, I could feel the tension in the air. I took a deep breath, grabbed the lunch bag, and stepped out of the car. Rajeev, looking both relieved and nervous, signaled me to wait in Abhimaan’s office.

As I entered the room, I settled into Abhimaan’s throne-like chair, preparing for the challenge ahead. The wait began, and I could only hope my plan would work.

Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps and Abhimaan’s thunderous voice. I spun the chair around, positioning myself to surprise him.

As he stormed in, his anger was palpable, he roared, “Who dares to sit in my chair? I’ll kill you for your impertinence!”

I stayed still, my heart racing. Abhimaan was so consumed by rage that he didn’t even notice it was me in his chair. The absurdity of the situation made me bite my lip to suppress a smile.

I slowly spun the chair around, revealing myself. Abhimaan’s angry face froze in shock. His eyes widened as he processed the unexpected sight of me sitting in his chair.

Unable to hold back any longer, I burst into laughter. The tension in the room dissolved into relief and playfulness. Abhimaan’s anger softened, replaced by a mix of surprise and amusement.

“What are you doing in my chair, Jaana?” he asked, his voice still stern but with a playful edge.

Feigning guilt, I stood up, “I’m sorry, Abhimaan. I didn’t mean to disrespect your throne.”

Before I could move away, Abhimaan’s strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back onto his lap. He settled me comfortably, his hands cradling my hips.

“Sit with me, then,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Share my throne, wifey .”

I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. His affectionate words and gentle touch melted my heart. I snuggled into his embrace, feeling like a true queen with my king by my side.

In full wife mode, I adopted a lecturing tone, though it was laced with love. “Abhimaan, your anger is becoming a problem. You can’t keep yelling at people like that. It’s not good for you or anyone around you. Rajeev was so scared when he called me.”

Abhimaan’s arms tightened around me possessively. “Why are you worried about him, Jaana?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “He’s used to my anger. You’re my priority.”

His tone carried a subtle hint of jealousy. I rolled my eyes, knowing this side of Abhimaan all too well. “Abhimaan, you’re being jealous. I’m just concerned about the people around you,” I said playfully, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

But he held me firm, his eyes sparkling with a mix of love and possessiveness. “You’re mine, Mayura. Mine to care for and protect. No one else gets to worry about you, only me.”

I decided to change the subject to lighten the mood. “Hey, I brought your favorite lunch today! Chicken tikka masala, just the way you like it.”

His expression softened, eyes lighting up with excitement. “Ah, my favorite! Thank you, Jaana.”

We settled down, and I began feeding him, enjoying the closeness. Abhimaan reciprocated, feeding me with his own hands. Our eyes locked, and the earlier tension melted away. It was just us, lost in our own world of love and affection.

As I fed him the last bite of his favorite dish, Abhimaan suddenly looked at me with a mischievous glint. “Jaana, would you like to marry me again?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” I asked, playing along.

He leaned closer, his eyes full of excitement. “I mean, let’s do it all over again, but this time in front of the whole world. With all the rituals, the pomp, and circumstance. Let’s show everyone what our love looks like.”

I was taken aback but thrilled. “Abhimaan, are you serious?” I asked, trying to contain my grin.

He nodded, his face earnest. “Dead serious, Jaana. I want to marry you again, in every way possible. I want to shout our love from the rooftops. So, will you marry me again?”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Abhimaan. Yes, a million times yes!”

I chuckled, “And this way, I won’t have to sneak into your office next time!”

Abhimaan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that at all, Jaana. In fact, I’d love to have you sneak into my office more often.”

He teased, his voice low and flirtatious. “Maybe I’ll even leave the door unlocked, just for you.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, laughing. “You’re such a charmer, Abhimaan!”

He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, someone’s got to keep the romance alive in this marriage!”

I blushed, feeling my heart flutter at his words. This was what I loved about our relationship—the constant banter, the playful teasing, and the underlying love that shone through.

And that’s how I saved the day from the wrath of the mighty Abhimaan—my loving husband, who could be a force to be reckoned with when angry. Like a superhero taming a fierce beast, I calmed the storm with my quick thinking, playful humor, and loving touch. Our love was stronger than ever, proving that sometimes, all it takes to conquer the world is a little love and a lot of heart.