Shadows of the past, Flames o...

Morning came with an odd sense of unease for Raj. Despite having spent the night ensuring Rashi’s fever had come down, he couldn’t shake the lingering concern he felt for her. As he tied his tie in front of the mirror, he caught himself glancing at the door. 

He sighed, his reflection staring back at him with mild irritation. Why do I care so much? This marriage was a deal, nothing more.

But the memory of Rashi’s pale face, her soft cries, and the way she had clung to him the previous night haunted him. He left his room and checked on her one last time. She was still asleep, her breathing steady. He didn’t want to disturb her rest, but a nagging thought stayed with him as he headed to his office. 

At work, Raj found it difficult to focus. His mind kept drifting back to Rashi—was she okay now? Had she eaten? Was she taking care of herself? The questions gnawed at him until, finally, he gave in and picked up his phone. 

Raj: Hey. How are you feeling now? Did you take your medicine? This is my number. Save it.

He hesitated before hitting send, feeling an odd mixture of awkwardness and anticipation. When the message was delivered, he stared at his phone, waiting for a response. 

It didn’t take long. 

Rashi: Hey Raj. Yes, I’ve taken my medicine. Thank you for what you did last night. I’m feeling much better now. Also, I’m going out with Samaira today. I’ll inform you later.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. She was better. That’s what mattered. Without thinking, he saved her contact as "My Shine." The name felt strange but appropriate. She’s becoming the light in my dark world, isn’t she?

Meanwhile, as Rashi sat in her room, her phone buzzed with Raj’s message. Reading his words, her heart fluttered. He cares... even if he doesn’t realize it.

Her fingers hovered over his contact name. After a moment, she typed "My King" and saved it with a soft smile. “Yes, Raj,” she whispered to herself, “you are my king, even if you don’t know it yet.” 

Later, she received a message from Samaira.

Samaira: Hey bhabhi! I’m outside your house. Ready to hang out?

Excited, Rashi rushed to meet her. They hugged tightly, both of them growing emotional. 

“You look stunning, bhabhi!” Samaira exclaimed with a grin. “If Bhai sees you like this, he’ll go crazy for you.” 

Rashi blushed, playfully scolding her. “Don’t tease me, Samaira.” 

But her heart raced at the thought. Could Raj ever truly see her that way? 

Back at the office, Raj’s phone buzzed again. Seeing Maya’s name flash on the screen made his jaw clench. He ignored the call, but she was persistent, calling again and again until he finally answered, his voice sharp. 

“What do you want, Maya?” 

“Raj, please don’t hang up. It’s important.” 

“I have nothing to say to you.” 

“It’s about your wife.” 

Her words froze him. His grip on the phone tightened. “What about Rashi? If you’ve done anything to her—” 

“Raj, listen to me,” Maya interrupted. “I haven’t done anything. But there’s something you need to know. Can we meet in person?” 

Raj was torn. He didn’t trust Maya, but if this was about Rashi, he couldn’t ignore it. “Fine,” he said curtly, “but this better not be a waste of my time.” 

Later that evening, Raj returned home only to learn from Priya that Rashi hadn’t come back yet. Concerned, he tried calling her, but neither she nor Samaira answered. 

His secretary quickly tracked their location. When Raj saw the result, his eyes darkened. *A club? What the hell are they doing there?* 

Driving straight to the location, his worry transformed into anger. 

At the club, the sight before him made his blood boil. Rashi, clearly drunk, was on the dance floor, laughing and swaying also she is wearing a short dress and looking beautiful and hot. Samaira stood nearby, keeping an eye on her, but what infuriated him most was the man standing too close to Rashi. 

The stranger reached out to touch her waist, but before he could, Raj stormed over and punched him in the face. 
"Don't you even dare to touch my wife. I'll kill you with my own hands you fucking bastard" he said while punching him.

The music paused as heads turned toward the commotion. He stands and shout "who is the fucking owner of this club tell him to ban this guy otherwise by tomorrow I'll burn this place". Rashi, startled, turned to see Raj. Her face lit up with joy. 

“Aww, my mafia hubby is here!” she exclaimed, her voice slurred but full of affection. 

Raj blinked in surprise. Mafia hubby? 

She stumbled toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “See, Samaira? My king is finally here! But… I’m really angry with you, Raj!” 

Raj’s anger softened at her words. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her protectively. 

“Samaira, go home,” he instructed firmly. “I’m sending someone with you.” 

Samaira nodded, clearly shaken by her brother’s intensity. 

Raj carried Rashi to his room, her head resting against his chest. She murmured incoherently, her voice filled with warmth and affection. 

Once home, he placed her gently on the bed and went to shower. When he returned, she was clutching a pillow tightly, refusing to let go. He sighed, prying it free and tossing it aside before lying down beside her. 

(This is the first time raj bring his wife to his room).

As he closed his eyes, she shifted closer, draping an arm over his chest. 

“Raj,” she murmured in her sleep. “I love some...” 

His eyes snapped open, his breath catching. I love… someone?

Jealousy surged through him. She’s my wife. She can’t love someone else. 

He gazed at her peaceful face, emotions swirling within him. Tightening his hold on her, he whispered softly, “You’re mine, Rashi, you’re my wife.” 

For the first time, Raj acknowledged the truth he had been denying: Rashi was no longer just his wife in name. She had become something to him.

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