Page 139 of One Hellish Wedlock
Across the world, Reyansh sat at his desk at Chopra Group Office. He knew she’d say that. Knew she wouldn’t want to owe him anything, even a phone bill. He replied.
‘Email it is.’
Her heart lifted. He sounded better. Not broken and brooding like he had been when she left. That eased something inside her. He was getting back to being himself. And that meant she could focus too, without guilt, without looking back in regret.
She didn’t reply further. He didn’t message again.
That was how they would remain for now. Connected, distanced, rebuilding… in their own time.
Later That Night – California
“Emails?” Shikha asked, eyeing Aanya sceptically. “Isn’t that a bit old school? You could just chat with him on WhatsApp. And don’t get me started on how much easier voice and video calls would be.”
Aanya continued making her bed, unaffected by the suggestion. She was well aware of every technological convenience available. In fact, she was more tech-savvy than most. But messaging felt far too casual and impulsive. And she didn’t want their communication to be reduced to quick replies and emojis. No, she preferred written words, crafted with thought, laced with emotions. She wanted to hold onto the gravity of what they shared. Emails offered that as they looked structured, distant, and reflective… just like them.
Besides, Reyansh wasn’t someone who enjoyed social media banter. Emails suited him too.
“Well, your choice,” Shikha said, stretching her arms. “I’m calling it a night. Big day tomorrow.”
“Good night, Shikha.”
“Good night.”
Once Shikha disappeared into her room, Aanya sank into bed. She opened her mailbox, almost on instinct. And there it was…an email from Reyansh, already waiting for her with a PDF attachment at the bottom. Curious, she downloaded it.
It was a signed agreement.A transfer of ownership.
Reyansh had officially abandoned all rights to Noor Mahal. The palace was nowhersentirely.
She hadn’t expected this. Reyansh hadn’t just promised to let go…he had delivered proof. And so quickly.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed her response.
Reyansh,
I believed you when you said you had no interest in the property anymore. Why the proof?
Aanya
She set her alarm for the next morning and closed her eyes. But sleep didn’t come easy. The agreement haunted her thoughts.
Day 4
The alarm buzzed, and Aanya awoke with the same unease. She reached for her phone and checked her inbox. His reply had arrived.
Aanya,
I want transparency between us this time. That’s why the proof.
As per your mother’s will, this property was to be automatically transferred to your husband. A week after our marriage, her lawyer contacted me to sign the transfer papers. But I’d declined since you had already left by then, and I wasn’t in the right state to accept anything, not even a gift tied to our marriage.
That formality has remained pending ever since.
The agreement I sent now confirms I’ve refused any legal claim to Noor Mahal. The property is yours. Sell it, keep it, or do what brings you peace. I won’t interfere.
Have a great day at work. Don’t skip breakfast if you’re running late.
Reyansh
