36. Jealous

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Amrita sat in her cabin, flipping through documents with an icy focus.

Outside, Ananya was working at her desk alongside a few employees, though her stomach had other priorities.

Grrrrr

The low growl from Ananya’s stomach sounded like a growling bear, making a couple of employees glance at her curiously.

Ananya patted her stomach, leaning closer as if whispering a secret.

“Don’t worry, my little stomach. Food will soon arrive, and I shall treat you like a royal guest,” she said dramatically, earning a chuckle from a nearby employee.

Before Ananya could utter another soliloquy for her growling tummy, the office door swung open.

In walked Aaryansh and Aditya, looking effortlessly dashing as usual.

Their tailored suits hugged them perfectly, their hair looked magazine-ready, and the confident strides made it seem like they were walking in slow motion.

All the air in the office seemingly evaporated as the girls gasped in unison.

“Oh. My. God. Who are these Greek gods in our office?” one girl exclaimed, clutching her chest.

“Are they real or did someone summon them from Olympus?” another girl muttered, blinking rapidly.

“They’re so… perfect,” a girl sighed dreamily, looking like she might faint.

“Maybe they’re our company’s new partners!” someone speculated with glee.

“Oh wow! Then maybe we’ll get a chance to talk to them!”

“Forget talk! Whoever gets their number is the luckiest person alive!”

The whole room became a buzzing hive of hopeless simping as the girls stared at Aaryansh and Aditya like they were rare diamonds.

But among the dreamy sighs and starry eyes, two burning glares were shooting daggers through the air.

Ananya, glaring at Aditya, felt her blood boil. “Why the hell did he have to come here?” she thought furiously.

And why am I getting jealous?

Her eyes darted to a few girls giggling and whispering while looking at Aditya.

That was it.

Her head snapped up like a cobra ready to strike.

“But he’s my husband! I should get jealous!” Ananya decided. Without a second thought, she stomped over to Aditya and grabbed his wrist.

“What—what are you doing?” Aditya asked, utterly baffled.

“Shut up and come with me, Mr. Greek God,” Ananya hissed, dragging him off like a storm while the girls watched in awe.

Aditya let himself be pulled, completely shocked.

Where is kitty cat taking me? he thought with amused confusion.

Meanwhile, inside her cabin, Amrita sat frozen—her pen gripped tightly—her eyes narrowing into slits as she saw the commotion outside.

Her gaze locked on Aaryansh. The way her husband unknowingly attracted so much attention made her want to flip the entire office upside down.

Aaryansh, oblivious to the intense scrutiny, was searching for his wife and accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh my!” Mahima squealed in shock. But when she looked up to see Aaryansh, her annoyance quickly melted into admiration.

“Oh wow,” she muttered, blinking in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” Aaryansh said politely, offering an apologetic smile.

“Oh, it’s okay, sir!” Mahima beamed before lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Are you looking for Amrita?”

Aaryansh blinked in surprise. “Uh, yes.”

“This way!” Mahima chirped, practically skipping as she led him toward Amrita’s cabin.

Inside the cabin, Amrita’s glares were focused like lasers on Aaryansh as he approached, and her blood pressure rose at the way all the girls ogled him with dreamy sighs.

Mahima left Aaryansh at the door, grinning innocently.

The moment he stepped in, Amrita’s voice boomed, “Why did you come here?!”

Aaryansh stumbled mid-step, his eyes widening. “Huh?”

Amrita’s glare then swung to the crowd of girls outside, all of whom instantly looked down at their desks, suddenly finding paperwork very interesting.

Amrita stormed over, grabbed Aaryansh’s hand, and yanked him back out into the open office.

“Listen to me, everyone!” she announced in a loud, clear, and terrifyingly cold voice.

The entire office froze. The employees shivered as Amrita’s sharp eyes scanned the room.

“This man here,” she said, holding up Aaryansh’s hand as though displaying a trophy, “is my husband.”

The gasps that followed could have been heard in another country.

A few jaws dropped so hard they might’ve needed medical attention.

“My husband,” she repeated, her tone deadly.

“And if anyone,” she continued, her glare intensifying as it swept across every single person in the room, “tries to even look at him—”

She paused, and the room held its collective breath.

“I swear, you will face… wrath,” she finished ominously, her voice dropping to a spine-chilling tone.

The employees swallowed nervously, nodding like obedient schoolchildren.

Amrita, satisfied, stormed back into her cabin, dragging a stunned Aaryansh behind her.

Inside, Aaryansh finally found his voice. “What… what just happened?”

Amrita, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, looked away. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Aaryansh repeated incredulously. “You just declared war on your entire office because of me!”

“You’re imagining things,” Amrita muttered, sitting at her desk and pretending to focus on her laptop.

“Imagining? Buttercup, you just threatened a room full of people for breathing in my direction,” he said, half-amused, half-stunned. “Do you know how insane that is?”

Amrita clicked her mouse furiously. “They deserved it.”

“Why? Because they looked at me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No!” Amrita snapped, though her blush deepened.

Aaryansh smirked and leaned on her desk. “You are jealous.”

“I’m not,” she grumbled, staring at her screen.

“Hmm… so you don’t mind if I go back out there and let all those girls talk to me?” he teased.

Amrita’s head snapped up, her glare instantly returning. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. “Relax, Mrs. Jealous. I was just kidding.”

Amrita glared at him one last time before returning to her screen, though the slight smile tugging at her lips didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh, come on now! Don’t be so angry at me!” Aaryansh whined in mock frustration, leaning on her desk with the elegance of someone who had mastered the art of charming persistence.

Amrita, however, was immovable as a fortress.

“Seriously? Do you find that computer more interesting than your own husband?” he teased, waving a hand dramatically in front of her face as though trying to snap her out of a trance.

“Maybe,” Amrita shot back coolly, not even sparing him a glance.

Aaryansh narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint sparking in them.

She thought she could resist him? Oh, she had no idea what he was capable of.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Before Amrita could realize what was happening, Aaryansh stepped next to her chair and leaned down so his face was close to hers, invading her personal space.

His warm presence was like a flame—impossible to ignore.

Amrita’s fingers paused on the keyboard.

She could feel him. Her breath hitched as he leaned even closer, the scent of his cologne making her pulse quicken.

Her composure faltered when his voice, deep and husky, whispered near her ear.

“Oh, stop working for some time and spend it with your husband, Mrs. Aaryansh Raghuwanshi.”

The title—his teasing tone coupled with that name—hit her like a strike of lightning.

Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, betraying her cold demeanor.

Her hands shot back to the keyboard, typing random letters as though trying to act unbothered. “Do you have nothing better to do?” she muttered, not looking at him.

Aaryansh straightened, pleased with the hint of pink on her face. “Well, I did have something better to do, but then my wife ignored me for a lifeless screen.”

“I have work,” Amrita snapped, though her flustered tone gave her away.

Aaryansh grinned but before he could tease her more, he placed a bag on her desk. Amrita blinked, looking at it suspiciously.

“What is this?”

“Lunch,” he said casually, crossing his arms.

Amrita frowned. “Lunch?”

“Yes. You see, someone forgot to eat. Again, apparently.” he added, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t forget,” Amrita countered weakly.

“Sure you didn’t,” Aaryansh said, pulling out a chair and plopping himself into it like he owned the place.

She opened the bag reluctantly, only to recognize the neatly packed tiffin. “Who sent this?”

Aaryansh’s grin widened. “Bhabhi.”

Amrita froze mid-action. “Isha mayya sent you?”

“Yes,” Aaryansh said smugly. “She called me and said, ‘If Ritu doesn’t eat, it’s your responsibility to make sure she does. And oh, bring it to her office yourself.’”

Amrita groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Mayya has too much free time on her hands.”

“Or maybe,” Aaryansh said slyly, “she just knows her stubborn friend very well.”

Amrita shot him a glare. “So you’re her delivery boy now?”

“I prefer ‘husband on a mission,’” he quipped, leaning back in his chair. “And I don’t see you complaining about the lunch.”

Amrita opened the tiffin begrudgingly, and the aroma of home-cooked food filled the room.

Her stomach betrayed her at that moment, growling loudly.

Aaryansh raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Your little stomach agrees with me.”

“Shut up,” Amrita muttered, stabbing a piece of paneer with her fork and taking a bite.

“Happy now?” he asked, leaning forward as though waiting for her approval.

Amrita chewed slowly, glaring at him over her fork. “You’re insufferable.”

“But lovable,” he shot back, earning an eye-roll from her.

"Did you eat?" Amrita asked, her mouth filled with food.

Aaryansh chuckled and shook his head, "How could I eat when my wife didn't?" He said with a smile and Amrita felt her heart melting.

"You too eat then!" Amrita said

“Oh yes, I can. But what to do? There is only one spoon!”

Amrita looked at him suspiciously, her fork hovering midair. “Then eat with your hands. Problem solved.”

Aaryansh gasped theatrically, clutching his chest. “How cruel! Making your poor husband eat like a caveman while you sit there all prim and proper.”

“Drama queen,” she muttered, taking another bite.

Before she could blink, Aaryansh plucked the spoon right out of her hand.

“Hey!” Amrita shouted, reaching to snatch it back.

Too late. He scooped a bite of her food with the same spoon she had just used and popped it into his mouth.

Amrita froze. Her brain short-circuited.

He chewed, completely unbothered by her gaping expression. “Hmm… not bad,” he commented casually, licking the corner of his lip.

Her face turned crimson as realization struck.

He just ate from the same spoon I used!

“You—you—” she stammered, eyes wide.

“What? Sharing is caring, isn’t it?” he teased, looking down at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” she snapped, though the blush blooming on her cheeks betrayed her attempt at being unfazed.

Aaryansh leaned a little closer, grinning like a cat who had just cornered its prey. “Oh? You’re blushing, Mrs. Aaryansh Raghuwanshi.”

“I am not!” she retorted quickly, turning her face away.

“You totally are,” he teased, delighting in her flustered state. “You look cute when you blush, you know that?”

Amrita’s cheeks burned hotter, and she snatched the spoon back from him, avoiding his eyes entirely. “Stop talking and sit down!”

Aaryansh chuckled softly, clearly enjoying himself. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. But I admit it, that bite tasted better because I shared it.”

“Get lost!” she muttered, glaring daggers at her food instead of him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll eat from your spoon anytime,” he added with a wink, making Amrita choke on air.

“You’re impossible,” she hissed, refusing to look at him as her ears turned an even darker shade of red.

“And yet, you married me,” he shot back smugly.

Amrita didn’t respond this time, determined to focus on her food—even though her mind replayed the image of him eating from her spoon over and over again.

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