Chapter 44 His Stubborn Wifey
Once Shorya is gone, Mr. Shekhawat chuckles to himself, his plan evidently unfolding just as he anticipates.
As Shorya steps into his room, he immediately feels a sense of emptiness. The whole space seems hollow. He remembers that the last time he returned from a trip, Neeti had been home, waiting for him. That day, she had cooked all his favorite dishes herself, ensuring every detail was just the way he liked it. Her presence made this house feel like a home.
But today, her absence is unsettling. It irritates him, gnaws at him in a way he can’t explain. His jaw tightens with annoyance as he loosens his tie and throws his coat on the sofa. Dropping onto the bed, he mutters to himself, “If she wants to stay at her house, fine. It’s not like I can’t live without her.”
His frustration simmers into bitterness. “I’ll call Sunaina now she’ll come running to me. Always listens to me. And then there’s my wife who doesn’t care at all. Not even a single call, not a word. How could she just leave like that without telling me? Do I even matter to her?”
A strange ache settles in his chest anger, longing, and a hollow space he refuses to admit is loneliness. He tosses on the bed.
At the same time, far from Rajput Villa, Neeti is enjoying lunch with her family at her parents’ home. The atmosphere is warm and lively, filled with laughter, the soft clinking of dishes, and the rich aroma of freshly cooked food. Everyone is seated around the dining table Neeti’s mother Mrs. Shobha, her father Mr. Ajay, and her younger sister Ruhi. Mr. Ajay has just returned from work and joins them at the table.
Neeti smiles, quietly soaking in the moment. But as she takes another bite, something unexpected happens. Suddenly, a hiccup hits her sharp and strong. The food gets stuck in her throat, and her face loses color as she struggles to breathe.
Mrs. Shobha instantly stands up in panic and rushes to her daughter. “Neeti, what’s wrong? Breathe, beta!” she says anxiously, gently patting Neeti’s back.
Ruhi, quick as ever, brings a glass of water and hands it to Neeti. Mr. Ajay steps closer, concern written all over his face. “Neeti, are you alright? What happened?” he asks.
Mrs. Shobha carefully takes the glass and brings it to Neeti’s lips. “Sip slowly… don’t rush,” she says softly, her hands slightly trembling.
After a few moments, Neeti calms down. The hiccup subsides, and she breathes normally again. Her face still looks pale, but the danger passes.
Ruhi, always ready to tease, grins and says playfully, “Well, I bet Shorya jiju comes back from Rajasthan today. Maybe he thinks about you—that’s why you get hiccups!”
Neeti looks at Ruhi. Behind her calm eyes, a wave of emotions rises. If only… If only he actually remembers me. But that’s impossible. I’m nothing more than a responsibility to him.
Out loud, she replies casually, “It’s nothing like that, Ruhi. A piece of food just gets stuck, that’s all.”
Ruhi twirls her spoon mischievously. “Oh come on! You’d say that. But I know the truth.”
Mrs. Shobha laughs softly. “Ruhi, stop teasing your sister.”
Ruhi pouts dramatically. “Yeah yeah, she’s your daughter. And I’m nobody.”
Mr. Ajay chuckles affectionately. “You’re my favorite and the most mischievous daughter.”
Ruhi’s face lights up, and she jumps to hug her father tightly.
Meanwhile, Samar is deeply immersed in work inside the study room, reviewing documents and typing on his laptop. From time to time, he feels someone watching him.
I stand at the doorway, peeking inside again and again, waiting for the right moment.
Finally, I step in and stop in front of his desk. There is quiet determination in my eyes, loving and stubbornness on my face.
I join my hands childishly and speak in a sweet, pleading tone, “Mr. Rajput… I want to meet Mom and Dad… and Neeti… and Ruhi too. I want to go back to India. I can’t wait anymore.”
Samar looks up, his gaze locking with mine. The longing in my eyes stirs something deep inside him.
Suddenly, I step closer and hold his hand tightly. “Please… I need to go home. I miss them so much,” I whisper.
Samar’s seriousness melts into a faint smile. “Alright… okay. I have some business in India anyway. I’ll finish that too.”
My face lights up instantly. I jump forward and wrap my arms around him. “Really? Tonight?” I ask excitedly.
Samar tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yes. We’re leaving tonight.”
I nod eagerly, tears of happiness filling my eyes.I rest my head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Mr. Rajput…” Samar kisses my forehead gently.
Inside the quiet hospital cabin, Riya Sharma sits, focused on lab reports. Her fingers move precisely, her face calm and professional.
Across from her, Karan watches her intently.
After a long silence, he says, “Do you know you’re really beautiful?”
Riya looks up, unimpressed. “Yes, I know. But don’t flirt with me.”
Karan stands and moves closer, smirking. “Oh, so you know I’m flirting?”
He leans in and says “You won’t find a guy like me anywhere else.”
For a brief second, Riya’s gaze locks with his. His charm shakes her but she pushes him away.
“Are you crazy?” she snaps.
“Yes,” he replies casually, tucking her hair back.
“I go crazy the moment I see you.”
“I’ll complain,” she warns.
“They won’t believe you,” he says confidently.
“I’ll give you time,” he adds softly. “But I’m talking about marriage.”
Riya freezes. “Are you insane?”
“I liked you at first sight,” he says firmly.
Her anger boils over. “You...!! Stop this nonsense!”
Karan grins, tugging her cheek playfully. “I’ll make it real.”
“I’d rather die!” she shouts.
“You won’t,” he replies calmly.
That’s it. Riya grabs her file and storms out. Karan watches her go, smiling. Deep down, he knows One day, this dream will come true.