◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆Our car pulled up to the mansion after what seemed like an eternity. When the car stopped in front of the main gate, Uncle Hemant asked the security staff, "Has Ma'am returned?"Without saying anything, the guards bowed their heads."Why are you quiet?" He raised his voice, not getting the answer."Hemant Sir, she... Khushi Ma'am returned a short time ago, but—""But what?" I jumped out of the car and slammed the door furiously after failing to control my rage."She walked out from the entrance again, sir." One of them stammered out an answer."What do you mean she left again?!" With a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, I yelled at them. Uncle Hemant exited the car and walked closer to me, attempting to ease my nerves."Master, please calm down." While patting my back, he mumbled. Then he turned his attention back to the guards."Explain it.When did she come back? Did she say anything before leaving again?" He inquired."She came here almost 25-30 minutes ag
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆As soon as Uncle Hemant pulled over the car, I sprung out and darted towards the main entrance. Reaching the information desk, I asked the host, "Excuse me! Mrs. Khushi Sinha. What room is she in?"My voice was shrouded with worry and fear while I panted slightly."Give me a minute, sir." The woman replied and shifted her gaze to the monitor in front of her. Huffing from the rapid run after parking the car, Uncle Hemant also arrived there.The lady looked up at me, about to say something when someone called for me."Darsh!"As I glanced around, I noticed a nervous Veer rushing in my direction. I scurried towards him."Where? Where is Khushi?" I inspected."C-come with me." Nervously muttering, Veer immediately made a turn in the direction of the elevator. I followed him along with Uncle Hemant. As the elevator door opened and we reached the fourth floor, I demanded, "Where is she? What happened to her? Just say something, damn it!""I-I am sorry, Darsh. I...." I felt
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Master? Master?" Uncle Hemant's constant calling awakened me.Glancing up, I spotted Uncle Hemant standing next to me, and Khushi was still unconscious. It wasn't night anymore either. The room was illuminated by the sunlight that seeped through the window behind me."Good morning, Master Darsh." He greeted me while stretching out his arm to give me the coffee."Good morning," I replied, rubbing my eyes and grabbing the beverage. It seemed I dozed off while looking after Khushi and slept the remaining night there."What time is it?" I asked, taking a tiny taste from the container."It's 9 a.m.""Oh."The door suddenly opened, allowing Dr. Jain to enter while being followed by a nurse. The nurse was familiar. She visited Khushi's room a few times in the night to see how Khushi was doing. At times, the nurse inserted the injection into her arm, and at others, she changed the blood container."Good morning, Mr. Sinha." Following his greeting, Dr. Jain started to check Kh
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Khushi? You don't know who I am?" I asked desperately."Am I supposed to know a kidnapper?" Her response came with a cynical tone. "Tell me where the exit is immediately, and end this pointless conversation!""Khushi, take a proper look at me! I'm your f**king husband!" I protested, growing irritated."I'm not even married!" She sneered. "What a dumb kidnapper you are!""Who hired you as a kidnapper, huh?" She asked with a chuckle."I'm not a kidnapper, Khushi!" I continued to convey my point, carefully turning my head to face Khushi and looking her in the eyes. For a second, Khushi seemed blank as she stared back at me without a word. It was exactly like when we first met."My Gosh! You almost got me with that pretty face of yours!" With her ears crimsoned, Khushi averted her gaze while forcing my head back to turn to face the front again. Is she blushing?"Do you find me good-looking?" Without realising it, I had already asked the question."Stop talking, you kidna
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Photo of our wedding." I finished her thought."NOOOOOOOO! How can it be possible? HOW?" Khushi cried all of a sudden, making us startled. Dr. Jain's glasses got a crack instantly from the frequency of her voice. Uncle Hemant almost jumped on the couch."What no?" I asked, rubbing my ears."How can I marry this man? Was this marriage arranged by my father? I knew Papa would never choose a decent husband for me! Oh No!" Khushi collapsed on the bed dramatically, as if her soul had left her body. Uncle Hemant caught my attention; he was laughing so hard that he nearly fell to the ground. Dr. Jain hid his face behind his bag of medical equipment, laughing his as* off.I clenched my hand and shot them with daggers with my eyes. That dramatic woman and those clowns were about to be killed by my hands if I couldn't restrain my fury at that moment. Uncle Hemant stopped giggling as he noticed my glare and cleared his throat."How can you say that, my lady?""Master Darsh is th
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆One fine morning, I woke up in a beautiful, enormous mansion, only to find out that I was already married and had lost a small part of my memories that were my husband's.The man who was wearing a white, plain shirt and trousers and looked extremely handsome yet appeared quite perverted was my husband. I couldn't just swallow the fact.How could I possibly love anyone other than "Akash Malhotra," my one and only love?However, the maidservants all knew me and treated me kindly and respectfully. They were all referring to me as "My lady," along with the man Uncle Hemant.He was in his early 50s and had a few sparsely spaced white hairs in his mostly faint black hair. I liked him without any reason, as much as I hated my husband without any reason.Even a doctor came and confirmed that I was Mrs. Sinha, a married woman.And it wasn't just a usual marriage. It was a love marriage where I proposed to my husband. Wow! Just wow! He isn't even Akash!It was a lot to take in
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes again. The curtains on the window to the room's far-right swayed in response to the gentle breezes. I could hear someone typing in the dimly lit room.After searching around, my gaze fell on Darsh, who was working on the wooden table on his laptop."Darsh..." I called out his name. Even though I was certain it was a murmur, Darsh seemed to have heard it because I saw him looking over the edge of the laptop at me. And soon after, Darsh hurried over to me, leaving his work behind."How are you feeling?" He worriedly enquired."Weak...." I replied."Get up," Darsh said as I sensed his right arm under my neck, and he pushed me up gently and helped me to sit, leaning on the headboard."You haven't eaten anything. Let's eat dinner." He muttered and took his phone from his trouser pocket."Uncle Hemant, send dinner." He said and disconnected the call."I... I wanted to ask you something." I spoke up with the same low tone.Dar
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆I woke up from a hazy dream. I was certain it was about Darsh, but I couldn't remember what that dream was about. I swiftly brushed away a tear that had fallen down my cheek. What the f**k did I see in my dream that made me cry?I was absorbed in my thoughts when a door-unlocking sound deflected my attention to the washroom door on the far right end of the room. And a man walked out of there, wrapping only a towel around his waist. His abs were clearly defined, and he had a lean frame with broad shoulders and a comparably small waist. Water droplets were making their way from his neck to his chest and then to his abdomen at a slow pace."Holy crow!" Following a swallow, I muttered as I stared in amazement at the attractive figure in front of me."Ahem, ahem." The sudden throat clearing roused me from the haze, forcing me to see that man's face, and it turned out to be none other than my husband."F**k?!"Damn! I couldn't believe that my perverted husband had such a h