Chapter 91 Scary Wive's
He bends down, picks up a small pebble, and throws it on the ground as if releasing his frustration through it. Shorya jumps in to share his misery, “You’re absolutely right. I was only looking for my file. Neeti always misplaces my things. I just asked her firmly, and she went straight for the attack! She threw a flowerpot at me! Luckily, I dodged it in time, otherwise who knows what would’ve happened!”
The others look at him wide-eyed, as if he has just described a scene from a movie.
Rohit, who has been quiet so far, bursts into laughter and teases, “Wow! Dangerous wives for dangerous husbands. Looks like you guys are the real entertainment inside the house.”
Vihan, who has been sitting silently, speaks with a weak smile. “I was only being nice, telling Rimjhim to have dinner. I just said, ‘If you don’t eat, you’ll get thinner.’ But she thought I was indirectly calling her fat. And then… she threw me out of the room!”
He buries his face in his hands, unable to figure out what exactly went wrong.
Rohit claps his hands and laughs even louder.
“Careful, brother. She’s a village girl. If you’re not careful, she’ll come after you with sticks one day!”
This time, Samar loses his temper. He smacks Rohit on the head and says sharply, “You rascal… finding all this so funny, huh?”
Just then, Karan, who is sitting a little away, suddenly coughs loudly. But nobody pays attention.
Rohit quickly diverts the attention to Shorya.
“Fine then, I’ll tell Neeti everything!”
Shorya rolls his eyes, his voice rising with irritation.
“She’s stubborn, hot-tempered, and always ready to argue. But she can’t do a thing to me. If I just shout once, she’ll back off. I don’t even know why I married her in the first place!”
Karan coughs again, louder this time, but still no one pays him any mind. Rohit smirks and turns toward Vihan. “And I’ll tell Rimjhim everything!”
Vihan gives a smug grin and replies, “Rimjhim? She can’t do anything to me. She thinks too highly of herself these days. If I really lose my temper, I’ll just leave her right back where I found her!”
Samar nods in agreement, his face tense. “Exactly! These women think we’re their servants. And we? We just keep running after them like fools.”
Shorya adds heatedly, “Right! I won’t even talk to Neeti anymore. Let her sulk. To hell with it!”
Vihan waves his hand dismissively.
“Same here. I’m not their servant. I’ll deal with things my way.”
This time, Karan coughs so hard that everyone finally turns to glare at him.
Shorya snaps, “Hey! Why can’t you stop coughing today?”
Karan only gestures with his eyes for Shorya to look behind.
When Shorya turns around, his expression freezes. His face goes pale.
Samar and Vihan also turn their heads slowly… and what they see sends a chill down their spines.
Standing in the garden… we are there.
I. Neeti. Rimjhim.
I stand silently beside them, my hands clenched into fists. Every word I just heard echoes inside my chest like poison. My heart burns, my throat tightens, but my face stays hard.
All three of us glare at our husbands our faces burning with fury, our eyes sharp enough to cut through stone.
Samar, Shorya, and Vihan freeze on the spot, as if the ground itself has tied their feet down. The color drains from their faces, their breaths growing heavy.
I step forward.
My blood burns, my vision sharp with fury. My jaw tightens, lips pressed together as I take a sharp step toward Samar. My voice slices through the air, cold and unforgiving.
“When did I ever tell you to follow me around, Samar?” I snap. “When did I treat you like a servant? Do you really think I keep you tied down and controlled?” I laugh bitterly. “That’s not me. That’s your own twisted thinking.”
Samar opens his mouth to speak, but his throat betrays him. The words die halfway. His eyes drop again and again, unable to meet mine.
Next, Neeti turns her furious gaze on Shorya. Her face burns with anger, yet her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. Still, her voice rises strong, sharp, unyielding.
“I’m quarrelsome? I’m stubborn? Our marriage happened at an ‘unlucky’ hour for you?” she demands. “Did you ever stop to think, Shorya, what those words would do to me? You thought I was a burden?” Her voice trembles. “If that’s how you see me, then let me make it clear, I will never be a burden on you.”
Shorya’s shoulders slump. His head bows low, guilt and shame etched clearly across his face. But not a single word leaves his lips. Silence traps him.
Then comes the final blow—from Rimjhim.
Her voice trembles with rage and pain as her tear-filled eyes lock onto Vihan. Clutching her dupatta tightly, she spits out,
“So I think too highly of myself, is that it? You’d throw me back to the place you brought me from?” A hollow smile touches her lips. “Don’t bother, Vihan. You won’t need to. I’ll walk away on my own. You won’t have to lift a finger.”
Her words strike like arrows straight into Vihan’s chest. Yet his face remains stony cold, unreadable, as if his emotions are locked behind an impenetrable wall.
One after another, Neeti, Rimjhim, and I turn away. Without another word, our footsteps echo sharply as we storm out of the garden and into the mansion. The sound of our heels against the stone path shatters the heavy silence of the night.
Back in the garden, only the three men remain Samar, Shorya, and Vihan. Their breaths are uneven, their hearts racing.
A long silence follows, until Samar’s anger explodes. He spins on his heel and glares at Karan and Rohit. “Why the hell didn’t you warn us that they were standing behind us?!” he snaps.
Karan sighs, sliding his hands into his pockets, his voice calm but heavy with disappointment.
“I did signal you… but you didn’t catch on.”
He turns away, his mood darkening beyond repair.
Rohit, sensing danger, forces a nervous laugh.
“I—I should get going… or else Samar will tear me apart.”
Without wasting another second, he bolts out of the garden, leaving the three husbands to their fate.
Now only Samar, Shorya, and Vihan stand there. The breeze turns colder, carrying the weight of their guilt and helplessness.
Shorya drops his head into his hands, groaning.
“Damn it… now she’s angry. How do I pacify Neeti? I don’t even know how to! After what she heard, she won’t even look at me, let alone listen.”
Samar exhales sharply, equally shaken.
“I don’t know how to make it right either. I only spoke out of anger… and now she’s taken it as the truth. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Both men drown in their worries.
But Vihan stands calm as ever.
His face shows nothing no regret, no restlessness. Adjusting his blazer, he whistles softly and begins strolling back toward the mansion at an unhurried pace.
Shorya shoots him a glare.
“See that? He doesn’t even care one bit!”
Samar nods bitterly. “Why would he? He already told Rimjhim there’s nothing between them. If he truly loved her, he’d be the most restless tonight.” His voice hardens. “Remember how he chased Drishti? Hovered around her endlessly, trying to win her over. But now?” He scoffs. “He doesn’t even care about Rimjhim.”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!