Page 22 of One Hellish Wedlock
That was the last straw.
“Where’s his cabin?”
“To your left. But he’s not there right now…”
“I didn’t askwhowas there. I askedwhereit is. I’m done waiting.”
Sunny hesitated, but ultimately led her to the corner suite. She stopped him at the threshold.
“I’ll manage from here. Thanks.”
Alone now, Aanya stepped into Reyansh’s office. The space was spacious, sleek and commanding. A statement of power.
She scanned the room, then settled into the plush couch at the far end. Pulling off her heels, she propped her feet up and grabbed the remote.
If she was going to be treated like a guest, she might as well enjoy the damn hospitality.
She flipped on the plasma screen and found a raunchy comedy. Volume up.
Let Reyansh Chopra walk in any time now.
His wife wasn’t leaving without being heard.
Some Time Later
“What the hell are you watching?” Reyansh’s voice boomed through the cabin as he strode in, only to find Aanya sprawled on his office couch, eyes fixed on the plasma screen flashing asultry romantic scene, complete with lip-smacking sound effects echoing in the room.
Aanya jolted slightly at the sudden intrusion. She hadn’t expected him so soon. But instead of flinching, she composed herself and tossed him a cool, unbothered look.
Reyansh snatched the remote from her hand and switched off the television.
“That was my favourite movie,” she barked.
“Then watch it at home. Not in my office,” he snapped.
“Which home?” she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “My father’s mansion or yours where you never let me live in?”
His brow twitched, but he didn’t reply. The bitterness in her tone hadn’t gone unnoticed. Her subtle jabs about being abandoned was always there now in every barb, every glance.
“By the way,” she added, surveying the cabin with a mock-appraising gaze, “your office is sexy. Really. I like it.”
Her wink was infuriating, but strangely… calming.
“But,” she went on, “I think the glass panels should’ve been on the south wall. You’d have a better city view. And that vase?” She pointed with her chin. “It’s totally blocking the walkway to the couch. You should move it to the west corner.”
Reyansh folded his arms. “Are you here to critique my interiors now?”
She shrugged. “Just a few free tips from your wife,” she said with a smirk, biting her lower lip playfully.
“Stop doing that,” he snapped. “The winking. The lip biting. It sends the wrong message.”
“What message?” she asked mockingly. “Please, I know how to handle myself in high society. I belong to this world too. I’m not some outsider and I don’t need a crash course.”
“Consider those as free tips from your lawfully wedded husband,” he shot back coolly.
She grinned, but something shifted when their eyes met. For a brief moment, they just… looked at each other. A silent tug neither of them acknowledged but couldn’t quite avoid.
Aanya blinked and cleared her throat, breaking the silence.
