One day

Advika's POV

A strange warmth tickled my neck, pulling me out of the comfortable cocoon of sleep. My eyelids fluttered open to find Vivan’s face mere inches from mine, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, his breath grazing my skin, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I blinked, trying to shake off the haze of sleep, and muttered, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning in to brush his lips softly along my collarbone. “Waking you up,” he replied, his voice low, almost teasing.

“By tickling me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, though my heartbeat betrayed the calm I tried to project.

“Would you prefer something else?” he countered, his tone playful as he trailed his fingers along my arm, igniting a trail of goosebumps.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to my cheeks. “I’d prefer some peace in the morning,” I lied, knowing full well the effect his closeness had on me.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, before propping himself up on one elbow. “You’re adorable when you try to lie, you know that?”

I glared at him, though my lips threatened to betray me with a smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here I am. Your impossible husband,” he said smugly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on my forehead.

As much as I wanted to scold him for interrupting my sleep, his tenderness melted me. I sighed, closing my eyes for a brief moment, and when I opened them, his gaze was on me—intense, affectionate, and utterly captivating.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Like what?” he asked, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

“Like you’re about to—”

Before I could finish, his lips captured mine, cutting off my words. The kiss was soft yet demanding, a perfect blend of passion and care that made me forget everything else.

When he finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. “Still want peace in the morning?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, playfully shoving him away. “You’re impossible,” I repeated, though my heart felt lighter than it had in days.

I don’t know when I dozed off after the kiss. My body was still reeling from the exhaustion of last night’s… intense exercise. The warmth of the blankets wrapped around me felt comforting, and I drifted back into a deep sleep without realizing it.

When I finally woke up, hours later, sunlight poured through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. I stretched lazily, but my hands fell on an empty bed.

Frowning, I sat up, scanning the room for any sign of Vivan. “Where did he go?” I muttered to myself. My eyes landed on a folded note sitting neatly on the bedside table. Picking it up, I immediately recognized his elegant handwriting.

Good morning, princess.

I couldn’t help but smile.

I had to leave for a meeting, but don’t worry—I’ll be back soon. Also, don’t be mad, but you were sleeping so soundly that I bathed you and changed your clothes before tucking you back in. You didn’t stir at all—you must’ve been really tired. Heavy sleeper, huh?

My eyes widened slightly, my cheeks heating up. He did what? I glanced down at the soft lavender nightgown I was now wearing, and I couldn’t help but shake my head in disbelief. How did I not wake up?

The note continued, Miss me, because I’ll definitely be missing you. Love, Vivan.

I chuckled, clutching the note to my chest. Trust him to leave something like this behind. The thought of him carefully taking care of me while I slept melted my heart, even though a part of me felt slightly embarrassed at being so unaware.

With a sigh, I got out of bed, the cool floor against my feet grounding me. My body still felt a little sore, reminding me of the reason for my exhaustion. Shaking my head, I smiled to myself, remembering his teasing words and mischievous smirk from this morning.

“Miss you?” I murmured to myself, holding the note. “You’re impossible, Mr. Raichand.”

I folded the note carefully and placed it back on the table before heading to freshen up. The thought of Vivan’s care and his words lingered in my mind, bringing a smile to my lips even as I moved about the room.

Before I could step into the bathroom to freshen up, there was a knock at the door. Frowning slightly, I went to open it, only to find Maa standing there with a worried look on her face.

“Beta, how are you feeling now?” she asked, her eyes scanning me as if looking for signs of illness.

Confused, I tilted my head. “Feeling? I’m fine, Maa…”

But before I could finish, she cut me off, her expression still tense. “Vivan told me everything.”

Wait. What? My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks heated up in an instant. What did he tell her?! Memories of last night came flooding back, and my brain started running in overdrive. My face must’ve turned red as I awkwardly opened my mouth to respond.

Maa, oblivious to my internal panic, continued, “He told me you had a fever.”

Fever. Oh, thank God! Relief washed over me as I exhaled silently, my heart slowly returning to its normal rhythm. “Uh… yes,” I stammered, offering her a sheepish smile. “I’m okay now, Maa. The fever is gone.”

She smiled, clearly relieved. “Good. But no need to come down for breakfast. I’ll bring your food here. You need to rest.”

“Maa, I’m fine. I can come downstairs—”

“No, Advika. You’ve just recovered. Stay put. I’ll bring it to you,” she said firmly, leaving no room for argument. And just like that, she walked away before I could protest.

A while later, she returned, carrying a tray. My stomach grumbled in anticipation, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement as she placed the tray on the bedside table. The bowl was covered with a lid, and I eagerly waited to see what was underneath. I was starving by now, and the aroma made my mouth water.

But the moment Maa lifted the lid, all my excitement vanished into thin air. Soup. A bowl of soup.

Maa smiled, oblivious to my disappointment. “Advika, this is healthy for you. I know the fever is gone, but fevers can come and go anytime. We can’t take any risks with your health.”

I stared at the bowl in defeat. I wasn’t even sick! This was all Vivan’s fault. I had to gulp down this bland, flavorless soup just because he thought it was a good idea to tell Maa I was “unwell.”

Still, how could I say no to Maa? I forced a smile and obediently started eating. Each spoonful felt like a punishment, and I had to suppress a grimace with every swallow.

As soon as Maa left, I let out a groan and leaned back against the pillows. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath, glaring at the now-empty bowl. “Vivan Raichand, you’re not going to get away with this. I’m definitely not sparing you.”

As Maa instructed me to stay in the room and not lift a finger, I was borderline bored. The hours dragged on like days, and the cherry on top? When I called my beloved husband to complain about the bland, flavorless soup I was forced to gulp down, he laughed. Yes, he laughed.

“Vivan Raichand,” I said sharply, gripping my phone, “do you know how horrible that soup was? I swear it was punishment in liquid form!”

On the other end of the line, his laughter only grew. “Come on, princess,” he said in that infuriatingly teasing tone, “it’s just soup. You make it sound like you were forced to drink something poisonous.”

“It was,” I retorted dramatically. “I finished it because Maa was watching me like a hawk. But let me tell you, it was a crime against food!”

“Poor thing,” he teased, clearly enjoying my frustration. “But Maa’s just looking out for you, and I happen to agree with her. You need to rest and eat light for a day or two. Besides, isn’t it sweet how much she cares for you?”

“Oh, yes, so sweet,” I grumbled sarcastically. “Meanwhile, I’m suffering, and you’re laughing at me? Do you know how much this soup ordeal has traumatized me?”

He let out another chuckle, and I could almost picture his smug face on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry, princess,” he said, though his voice was anything but apologetic. “You’re too cute when you’re annoyed. It’s impossible not to laugh.”

“That’s it!” I exclaimed. “You’re sleeping outside the room tonight.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, amusement laced in his tone. “And how are you going to enforce that when I’m not even home right now?”

“I’ll find a way,” I muttered, glaring at the empty room as if it were him.

“Advika,” he said softly, his voice dipping into that low, teasing tone that always made my heart flutter despite myself, “I’ll make it up to you when I’m back. What do you want? Ice cream? Chocolate? Anything for my princess.”

I bit my lip, trying not to smile. “I don’t want ice cream, and I definitely don’t want chocolate. What I want is for you to stop laughing at my misery.”

He chuckled again, and I could practically hear the grin in his voice as he said, “I love you, you know that?”

I rolled my eyes, warmth spreading through my chest despite myself. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till you’re back, Mr. Raichand. You’re going to pay for this.”

“Oh, I’m terrified,” he mocked playfully before adding, “but I can’t wait to see you.”

I hung up, shaking my head. Even from afar, he had a way of driving me crazy—and making me smile.

I decided to arrange my clothes in the walk in closet ,  trying to distract myself from the storm of emotions swirling in my mind, I decided to put on some music. The familiar rhythm of a cheerful song filled the room, lightening the tense atmosphere. For a moment, it worked—I was lost in the beats, folding and organizing.

But then, my phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling my attention away. I glanced at it casually, expecting some random notification or maybe a message from Vivan.

Instead, it was an unknown number.

Frowning, I picked it up, curiosity piqued. My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before I finally opened the message.

Hey advika

Raghav this side

Had you forgotten me

Every fiber of my being burned with the thought of him. The things he’s done, the lives he’s ruined—especially mine. I clenched my jaw, gripping a handful of clothes tightly in my fist.

I wanted to end him. Right here, right now. The thought gave me some dark sense of satisfaction. But I knew I couldn’t—not yet. Vivan needed something from him, something important that could change everything. And until he got it, I had to bide my time.

But the moment Vivan had what he needed, Raghav wouldn’t get to see another sunrise. Not a single day more. I’d make sure of that.

I tossed a pile of clothes onto the floor, feeling the anger simmering under my skin. My chest heaved as I tried to calm myself. One day, one day I will over him , I will close his chapter , I will complete my revenge , one day. Soon, Raghav wouldn’t even be a memory.

Anger boiled within me, my fingers tightening around the phone as I read the new message. But as I processed the words, confusion hit me instead. “There’s a surprise for you in your wardrobe. In the locker. See and tell me how you liked it.”

What could this possibly be? My pulse quickened as I approached the wardrobe, the ominous feeling of dread settling deep in my chest. I opened the locker, and there, tucked neatly inside, was an envelope. I tore it open without thinking, only to be hit with a shock I couldn’t have prepared for: divorce papers. Vivan’s and mine.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Before I could even process the full weight of it, my phone buzzed again. “Well, I got to know that you decided to marry Vivan just for his power and money, so that you can take your revenge easily. I thought I’d help you out with that, because I know one day you’ll kill me, and your revenge will be complete. So, divorce papers… consider it a wedding gift from me.”

A cold chill ran down my spine. How did he know? How could he know?  My breath hitched in my throat as a wave of panic crashed over me. The anger, the confusion—they were drowned out by something worse: fear.

What if he had already told Vivan? What if Vivan knew everything? The thought of him finding out about my true intentions, about my betrayal, made my heart race with terror. I had never expected this. I had never expected to fall for him, to want to be with him, and now... now I was terrified of losing him.

But what if he found out? Would he hate me? Would he ever forgive me? The possibility of that... of him knowing everything... twisted my stomach in knots. The fear wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about losing him.

~Pehla unha sirf apna

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Ab jab yeh dil unse pyaar karna laga,

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