Page 76 of One Hellish Wedlock
Sunny blinked at the monosyllabic response. That confirmed it, something was off.
“Did Aanya ma’am impress everyone at home? I assume Radhika ma’am didn’t suspect the truth?”
Reyansh set his pen down sharply and gave him a pointed glare. Sunny gulped, backing off.
“Sorry, Boss. I’ll leave.”
“Wait,” Reyansh said suddenly. “I need your advice.”
Sunny blinked in disbelief.Did Reyansh Chopra just ask him for advice?
“Of course,” he said, recovering quickly. “Anything.”
“What do you give a woman when you’ve hurt her… and want to make it right?”
Sunny’s brows shot up.So that’s what this is about.
“Well… something she genuinely likes. Something personal,” he said thoughtfully. “And maybe a handwritten apology card. But honestly, Boss, no gift can match a real apology. Say it to her face. That’s what matters most.”
Reyansh nodded, processing his words. “Got it. You may leave.”
Once Sunny left, Reyansh leaned back in his chair, thinking. He had never been in a situation where he had to make amends like this. Normally, he didn’t bother explaining himself. But Aanya wasn’t just anyone. She was his wife, at least for now. And whether he liked it or not, her pain last night had left a mark on him too.
He knew exactly what he needed to do. Tonight, he would fix what he broke.
Chopra Mansion
Aanya had spent the entire afternoon uploading her resume across every job-hunting website she could find. She prayed that at least one good company would give her a chance despite her lack of experience. She really wanted to pursue her career in interior designing. It was her dream now. Radhika had been a tremendous help. She had sorted through the best sample resumes for freshers and guided her through every step. Aanya couldn’t help but wish she’d met Radhika earlier; maybe then, her life wouldn’t have taken such a chaotic turn.
She’d already returned Rishi’s laptop and was now back in her room, her gaze glued to her phone, checking the job portalapps for any hint of a response from employers or recruitment agencies. She knew it was too early to expect results, but she hoped nonetheless.
So absorbed was she in her search that she didn’t realize Reyansh had returned from work. He stood quietly by the doorway, something hidden behind his back, waiting for her to notice him. When she didn’t even lift her head, he cleared his throat with deliberate impatience.
“What’s so interesting in that phone?” he asked sharply.
Aanya startled, nearly dropping her device. It hit the floor with a soft thud, but thankfully didn’t crack. Her hands trembled slightly as she bent to pick it up, barely masking her surprise at his early arrival.
Reyansh narrowed his eyes, sensing her unease. He stepped forward, bending to retrieve her phone but she snatched it first, hiding it behind her back.
“What are you hiding from me, again?”
“Nothing,” she replied far too quickly.
“Don’t lie to me,” he pressed, eyes glinting with suspicion. “You were reading something. What was it?”
Aanya sighed, exasperated.
“I’m an adult, Reyansh. I can read, watch, or listen to whatever I want. Stop acting like a father monitoring his teenage daughter.”
He sighed. If her father had taken that role more seriously, maybe she wouldn’t have turned out like this. She began to walk away, but his voice rang out again.
“Wait.”
She halted, though she didn’t turn around. Reyansh stepped forward and handed her the bottle he’d brought.
Her face lit up instantly. “That’s my favourite wine,” she said, surprised.
“I know. Take it,” he urged.
