"bhoolega dil jis din tumhein, woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga."

My heart was currently beating in my chest, I was overwhelmed with emotions I've never felt, and in the current moment, I was only torturing my lower lip while biting its flesh with my teeth harshly.

I was sitting on the kitchen counter, watching Nirwan ji cook something 'good' for me while it was 6:15 am.

The entire house was sleeping, there were no servants up at the house for work, yet he was finding all the ingredients by himself and cooking something unknown for me.

I didn't ask him to do that, he was doing it all on his own. I just told him I was hungry and there was nothing in the fridge, and what he's doing now is hard to believe.

I never ever imagined strong politicians like him know how to cook. Their schedules would probably not give them the time to focus on their other hobbies, let alone cooking.

"Nirwan ji, you had to go for investigatios, right? Why are you wasting time cooking for me?" I asked, while he shot me a glare, sweat forming on his forehead.

"Shut up. Did I ask you to speak?" he said, making me sigh.

"Arey lekin aap late ho rahe hain-"

[But you're getting late-]

"Meri jaan, please apna muh band rakhiye warna aapke pait ke chuhe aur tez koodne lagenge," he said in a dramatically respectful manner, making me roll my eyes.

[My love, please keep your mouth shut or the mice in your stomach will jump even faster.]

"You just said the same thing," I replied, looking away.

"But didn't you shut your mouth when I said it respectfully?" he asked with a wink, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

The sizzling smell of the dish triggered my nostrils, causing my stomach to crave more for unlimited food.

"What are you cooking?" I asked, knowing really well he would say, 'Something you will like.'

"Something you will love," he expectedly replied, only changing the last word.

My stomach was already growling due to hunger, but I actually wanted him to cook and I could wait.

He walked towards the fridge, while I peeked inside the pan to see what he was exactly making.

Pancakes?

Woah.

I only know how to eat pancakes, I've never tried to make them on my own even though Surbhi told me it had an easy and quick recipe if you want to go with the simple ones.

He turned around and closed the fridge, walking towards the counter with the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand.

He poured some on the pancakes after serving them on a plate, and offered it to me like some waiter laying dishes in front of a diner.

I took the plate from him and started eating it with the fork, while he simply stood there staring at me.

I looked up at him probably after two minutes of munching, "Oh sorry, please have some."

I offered the plate to him before placing my fork aside, but he simply chuckled and took a step closer to me.

He placed his hands on either side of my figure, while I remained seated on the counter.

He raised his left hand and wiped away something from my lips, probably chocolate syrup, while a smirk continued to play on his lips.

A shiver ran down my spine while I gulped, earning a chuckle from him.

He leaned in closer, and I thought he would kiss me. I just thought he would, considering the closeness of our faces.

But he simply whispered, "I have to go now, ma'am. Message me later and share the reviews if you liked our service."

My eyes widened when the realisation struck me - I was so engrossed in eating the pancakes that I didn't even praise him for that.

"T-they are amazing! I'm running short of words to tell exactly how delicious they are," I said excitedly, while he laughed and pulled back.

He untied his apron which he was wearing, and headed out of the kitchen.

I followed him outside, carrying my plate with me, "How don't you feel hungry? Will you have breakfast somewhere on the way?"

He shook his head, "No, I'll straight have lunch."

My eyes almost popped out of my sockets, while I stared at him with my mouth open, "How are you surviving on this planet?"

He chuckled again, "I don't feel like eating in the morning. That's all."

I blinked twice, while he simply walked towards the main door. He stopped and turned around to wave me goodbye, "I'll be back."

I waved him back, my voice getting stuck in my throat.

I finished eating my pancakes and walked inside the kitchen, placing the dishes in the basin.

☆

"Wait, what? Nirwan COOKED for you?" Mom asked me while everyone else was having breakfast, pressing on the word 'cooked' more than required.

I nodded, "Yes. I was hungry and there was nothing I could eat so..."

"And were the pancakes good?" she asked again, while I nodded.

"They were so delicious as if made by a professional," I replied honestly. There was no way anyone could cook such delicious pancakes, especially not a man who is a freaking busy politician.

Cooking like a professional needs a lot of practice, and I wonder where he got the time from to practice cooking.

"He still hasn't forgotten the recipe," Mom slowly said, making me frown.

"Forgotten the recipe?" I asked in question, while she nodded slowly.

"Aakriti, his first wife, taught him to cook pancakes. He once tried, and made really delicious ones. Later, he started making them only for her."

I felt something moving in my chest at those words of her. Nirwan ji always cooked these pancakes for her, I wonder how he must have felt cooking them again, but not for her this time.

He must have remembered those moments with her and he would have been hurt even a bit. I only want him to forget all that happened in his past with me, but some things would just remind him of her.

I just sat there, lost in my thoughts while everyone had breakfast. I was full after eating those pancakes, so I didn't feel like eating.

I went upstairs and had a calming, hot shower, since the weather has turned cold after constant rain.

I wore a dark green kurti, one of my favourites. It had a beautiful design of small sparkles, like stars.

I applied light pink lipstick on my lips. Nirwan ji just walks anytime and starts kissing me without a notice, and it feels weird sitting without a lipstick on.

My lips probably look dark and damaged.

I sprayed a Jasmine scent on my left wrist and on the side of my neck, rubbing both my wrists together and inhaling the scent.

Such a heavenly fragrance.

I went towards the bed and settled down, opening Instagram and scrolling through reels.

My favourite task.

I was so busy scrolling that I didn't realise the time ticking by. After an hour of scrolling non-stop, I was interrupted by Nirwan ji's call.

Why is he calling at this time of the day?

Oh wait, he probably must be free and called me just to have a little...talk?

I blushed to myself like a stupid teenager and tapped the receive button, placing the phone to my ear.

"Hello, Nirwan ji, w-"

"Kahan ho tum?" His alarming tone cut me off.

[Where are you?]

"Bedroom mein, kyun?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

[In the bedroom, why?]

"Neeche aao. Abhi," he ordered, hanging up the call instantly.

[Come downstairs. Right now.]

I stared at the phone's screen dumbfounded, processing what just happened.

Is he pulling a prank?

Or does he have a surprise for me?

But the way he was talking...it just didn't seem alright.

I slowly walked outside the room and descended the stairs, walking towards the main entrance of the mansion.

I walked outside the main gates while the guards stood in my respect. I simply nodded at them and walked towards the huge garden outside the mansion's entrance.

The gates opened and Nirwan ji's car rolled up to a halt in front of me. I walked towards the car slowly, while Nirwan ji got out of the car from the back seat.

He looked fierce, in pure anger. I gulped, trying to think of a reason for his anger and why he would call me downstairs like that.

"Nirwan ji," I said, while he stood face to face with me.

"How dare you play games against me?" His direct question made me frown, while I gulped, noticing the anger and tension on his face.

"What are you saying-"

"Don't test my patience and give the damn answer to what I asked," he said, cutting me off, my heart skipping a beat.

"Nirwan ji, what are you saying? Answer what? I don't know-"

I was cut off again when a female constable appeared from his back, walking towards me and holding my arm tightly.

Another female constable walked ahead and handcuffed me, while my eyes widened in realisation.

They are arresting me?

For what?

I looked up at Nirwan ji with widened eyes and mouth open, shaking my head in denial for my defence because my voice stuck somewhere in my throat.

"Take her to the police station," Nirwan ji coldly ordered them with his gaze strongly fixed on me, while tears welled up in my eyes.

"What are you doing? Why are they taking me, Nirwan ji? What happened?" I shouted when the constables began dragging me outside the gate of the mansion, towards a police van parked outside.

They pushed me inside the van, while both the female constables sat on either side of me.

I continued shouting while glancing at Nirwan ji from the window, but he silently walked to his own car and settled down.

The driver in the police van started driving, while I saw Nirwan ji's car following behind.

All I can feel right now is pure anger and frustration. All the people ditching and stabbing me are the ones I trust, or the ones I think would never do such things.

And Aakriti was nowhere near my list. I never thought in my worst nightmares that she would be involved with the man who was supposed to be her biggest enemy.

And she thought marrying me would help her succeed?

Such a stupid of a woman.

It was my fault I trusted her, accepted her as my wife.

We were currently heading towards the police station with Aakriti in the police van in front of us, when my phone rang with Vihaan's call.

I received the call, placing the phone to my ear, "Yeah?"

"Nirw, Aakriti Arora-"

"I asked the police to arrest her. And I need every single proof that she was involved, get it?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that," he replied, while I ended the call.

The police van and my car came to a halt in front of the police station after a while, and I saw the female constables dragging Aakriti inside the police station.

I walked behind them, while she continued to shout when they were forcefully pushing her behind the bars.

She glanced at me with tears streaming down her face continuously, her kohl rolling down her eyes along with them.

I felt a slight pang in my chest, which was replaced with my growing rage and annoyance.

I walked towards her, and the urge to grab her neck and choke her until she passed out ran through me.

"You not only broke my trust, you fucking tricked me. You thought I would never know?" I asked, while she gulped slowly, her voice low.

"I don't know what you are saying Nirwan ji...I haven't done anything. How can you even think I would do something to break your trust?"

She sobbed, while the constables pushed her inside the cell, locking it from outside. She continued to stare at me, while I turned to look away and walked towards the main officer who I needed to have a word with.

He stood in the other corner, observing the situation unfolding in front. He sighed when I walked towards him and stood right in front of him, "Sir, we enquired him, and he said his sister was very much involved in his masterplan."

"And what about the incident that took place on the night of my wedding?" I asked, arching my brow.

"I don't know about that, sir. He has been unanswerable to us and we could only figure out that both the step siblings are involved at some point."

I nodded slowly while he excused and walked past me, leaving me alone with my thoughts clouding my brain.

I could still hear Aakriti shouting my name from the cell she was now locked in, but I paid no heed and walked out of the police station.

She is very much involved with Aryan Arora, she has been helping him since the start.

She married me thinking it would make it easier for his brother to compete with me?

They should better trash those thoughts now.

Because it's too late.

I know y'all hate this twist, but it won't last more than 3-4 chapters *hehe*

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And here's a spoiler: You'll finally get the spicy content after 3-4 chapters, and if you engage, I'll post faster 👅

With love,

Ayra.