Rishabh's POV

It has been a month since I returned from New York and since our confrontation that night.

Sneha did not talk to me for two days after that night. I tried to talk to her but she found one or the other excuse and avoided me.

Finally after two days she came to me and said that she needed some time to clear out her mind.

"I know that aap mujhe apni wife accept nhi karenge. And its fine. Lekin hum friends toh ban skte hai na."

(You can't accept me as your wife. But we could be friends right.)

She had said smiling but her eyes reflected pain which she tried to hide.

And since that we are friends. She is behaving just like a friend would. Affectionate yet distant.

At times she would demand things like a typical wife would but then she would apologize and go back to her distant self.

It had started irritate me now because I love how she asserts her rights on me. I want her to do that. I want her to behave like my wife.

But I was the one who ruined it. I was the one who hurt her. She is protecting her heart now.

Argh! Why am I behaving this ways? Am I starting to fall for her? 

No! That can't be possible right? She is not my type. 

'What is your type then?'

Umm-bold and modern?

'Is she not bold? She expresses her feelings without any hesitation. And what is the definition of modern? Being shameless? No. It means changing with changing times. I think she is modern enough.'

I-i don't know.

'Accept it my friend. You are falling in love with your wife. And there is nothing wrong.'

I broke out of my thoughts hearing her come out of the walk-in-closet.

She was wearing a beautiful evening gown.

She settled down in front of the mirror and started getting ready.

We are going to an event today. Her company is launching a new magazine and she being the chief editor has to deliver a speech.

She has been rehearsing since the past week and is still very nervous.

She got ready and stood in front of me.

"Sahi lag rhi hu na?"

(Am I looking fine?)

She asked uncertainly.

"You look beautiful."

I say genuinely. She looks at me and smiles slightly. She is mumbling her speech continuously.

Sneha's POV

I hope the event goes well and I don't mess up.

We go down and I see dadi and mummyji sitting in the living room.

They both look at me with a smile.

I take their blessings and dadi whispers in my ear.

"Bhut hot lag rhi hai."

(You look hot.)

I look at her wide eyed.

"Dadi?"

"Kya? Tumhe kya laga tumhari dadi purane zamane ki hai."

(What? What did you think your dadi is of old thoughts.)

I chuckle and bid them bye.

We walked out and Rishabh opened the door for me.

I smiled slightly. He started driving. 

I was feeling really anxious. I was shaking my leg while mumbling the speech.

Rishabh kept his hand on my thigh stopping my leg shaking.

"Relax. You'll do great."

I smiled and he kept his hand on my thigh.

I looked at him. He looks so good. I am obviously no match to him.

He deserves someone who could match his standards. And that someone is definitely not me.

But how do I make this stupid heart understand this thing. It fell in love with him.

I look out of the window and close my eyes.

We reach the venue in some time. 

We walk inside with his hand on my waist.

The paparazzi click our pictures.

I see my manager. She motions me to come over.

I turn to Rishabh and ask.

"Mujhe jaana padega-"

(I have to go-)

"Its ok. I can see some of my business partners here. Tum jaao. And all the best."

(You go.)

He said and kissed my head.

I looked at him surprised. He smiled and actioned me to go.

I smiled and went towards my manager. I greeted her and she briefed me about the schedule.

I looked over at Rishabh and he was talking to some businessmen.

Soon after the speeches started. 

Okay! I am freaking out.

My manager informed me that it is my turn next. 

I took a deep breath and went to the stage with a bright smile.

I greeted the gathering and slowly started my speech.

My eyes involuntarily searched for him. I found him standing at a little distance from the stage smiling warmly at me. 

I spoke the whole speech with confidence and he listened to the speech he was probably listening for the hundredth time with utmost concentration and interest.

As I finished there was a round of applause and my manager appreciated me.

I excused myself and searched for him. He was standing near a pillar looking at me with a smile.

I smiled widely and went near him.

"How was it?"

"Amazing."

We shared an eyelock. It seemed like he wanted to say something but before he could we heard someone calling him.

He smiled at the man and held my hand.

Rishabh's POV

I wanted to tell her that I am in love with her. But before I could I heard one of our business partners calling me.

I held Sneha's hand and introduced her to everyone.

I was talking to them while she stood beside me holding my arm.

I just wanted to leave for home. God! This is so tiring.

Just as I thought we were free I saw my latest client coming towards us with a smile.

Sneha was looking around when he stood in front of us.

"Hello Mr. Khurana."

He greeted me and I greeted him back.

"Hello. Mr Malhotra."

He then looked at Sneha and smiled. It looked more like a smirk.

"Won't you introduce to this beautiful lady?"

He said eyeing Sneha and I felt her hand on my arms tighten. She was looking at him very angrily.

Am I missing something?

"She is my wife. Sneha Rishabh Khurana."

I say pulling her close and looking at her. She looked at me and smiled.

"Oh! Congratulations!"

He said with a smile but his eyes held a dangerous emotion.

Sneha tugged my arm and whispered in my ear.

"I need to use the washroom. I'll be back."

I nod and look at her till she disappears from my sight.

I look back at Mr. Malhotra and smile sarcastically at him. He excuses himself and goes somewhere.

Why did it feel like they knew each other from before? Maybe I am just overthinking. But I didn't like the way he was looking at Sneha.
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