Amidst the chilly wind and gloomy cloud, the walls of the Rathore Palace stood straight bearing the truth inside it from ages.
The Rathores, who have abandoned this Palace and moved into a villa can't abandon their past just like they did to the pal...
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Vardhaan slammed the door of their room loudly, making her blink boredly at his tantrums of showcasing his anger at this time of night.
His phone rang, and he used his fractured right hand unconsciously, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as he cursed, seeing it swell even more, a result of his own actions.
"Suits you right for picking me up on your shoulder," she couldn't help but whisper with a slight smile, and if looks could kill, she would've been dead the instant.
"Shut up," he barked, sharply glaring daggers at her smile, and her lips curved into a slight, proud smirk as she batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Done with your gentleman act so soon, Mr. Rathore?"
He clenched his jaw at her words, taking a deep breath as he reminded himself he was supposed to act nice in order for her to stay, but soon he smirked as well, remembering something.
"Aww, wifey, seems like you're done with your silent and calm act as well,"
The smirk from her lips dropped with the speed of lightning as she tried to make a straight face, trying to act all cool and calm, making the smirk on his face widen.
They both knew acting like this in front of each other wasn't as easy as it seemed to be. They were always on each other's nerves, and behaving normally was something they had never done before, but they would have to.
"I'm leaving for study; there's so much pending work I left because of you in the morning," he told her, picking up his glasses from the table after a minute, making her scowl at him at his audacity,
"I didn't ask you to!"
"I wanted to," he hushed without any sarcasm this time, turning towards her and looking straight into her eyes, making her speechless for a moment, but she quickly composed herself, giving him a blank stare.
He, on the other hand, was just reminded how she collided with him, her eyes filled with tears. He didn't even remember anything else; he was so captured by her tears that he couldn't notice anything else, not even her other facial expressions.
His expressions hardened at the thought as he walked ahead, ready to leave the room, but turned back abruptly, making her frown at his mood swings today.
"And don't ever cry. It... It makes me uncomfortable."
With this sentence he was out of her sight whilst she blinked, trying to process his words.
Her lips tugged into a slight smile as she was aware of the way her tears specifically affected him, she just needed to shed them a little to cause havoc within him.
But why did this make her feel...
Happy?
Her eyes fell on the big mirror in front; she scowled at herself, seeing the smile on her face, and slapped her cheek lightly at her audacity.
