The entire office held its breath. The silence was deafening, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. No one dared to move, let alone speak. The air was cold-not from the air conditioning, but from the presence of the woman standing at th...
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The night settled around us in quiet warmth, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room.
And there she was—Roohani Singhania, the Ice Queen herself, curled up in my bed, sleeping peacefully.
Her breaths were even, her face softer than I had ever seen before. No cold glares, no sharp words—just the quiet, vulnerable side of her that she rarely showed anyone.
I watched her for a moment, feeling something deep and unshakable settle in my chest.
Maybe, underneath all that ruthlessness, she was still just a girl who had been waiting.
Waiting for love.
Waiting for someone to stay.
Waiting for something as simple as a person who didn’t leave.
And if a mere gesture of me waiting for her after work had made her so emotional, what did that say about her life before me?
How many times had she been left behind?
How many times had she expected loneliness, only to be caught off guard by something as small as someone waiting for her?
I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.
"I’ll always wait for you," I whispered.
She didn’t stir, but her fingers curled slightly against the pillow, like she had heard me even in her sleep.
And with that silent promise, I grabbed a pillow and quietly left the room, letting her rest.
I walked into the living room, tossing my pillow onto the couch before stretching my arms with a sigh.
Then, as I glanced around, something caught my eye.
Her bag.
Lying on the floor, slightly open, as if she had hastily dropped it when she came in.
Shaking my head with a small smile, I bent down to pick it up, planning to place it on the coffee table.
But as I lifted it—
Some papers slipped out.
And I froze.
Because there, in bold letters, staring right back at me—
MARRIAGE CONTRACT.
For a long moment, I just stared at it.
The very same contract that had started everything.
The very reason she had chosen me in the first place.
I slowly picked up the papers, my eyes immediately landing on the names.
