◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Master? Master?" Uncle Hemant's constant calling awakened me.Glancing up, I spotted Uncle Hemant standing next to me, and Khushi was still unconscious. It wasn't night anymore either. The room was illuminated by the sunlight that seeped through the window behind me."Good morning, Master Darsh." He greeted me while stretching out his arm to give me the coffee."Good morning," I replied, rubbing my eyes and grabbing the beverage. It seemed I dozed off while looking after Khushi and slept the remaining night there."What time is it?" I asked, taking a tiny taste from the container."It's 9 a.m.""Oh."The door suddenly opened, allowing Dr. Jain to enter while being followed by a nurse. The nurse was familiar. She visited Khushi's room a few times in the night to see how Khushi was doing. At times, the nurse inserted the injection into her arm, and at others, she changed the blood container."Good morning, Mr. Sinha." Following his greeting, Dr. Jain started to check Kh
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Khushi? You don't know who I am?" I asked desperately."Am I supposed to know a kidnapper?" Her response came with a cynical tone. "Tell me where the exit is immediately, and end this pointless conversation!""Khushi, take a proper look at me! I'm your f**king husband!" I protested, growing irritated."I'm not even married!" She sneered. "What a dumb kidnapper you are!""Who hired you as a kidnapper, huh?" She asked with a chuckle."I'm not a kidnapper, Khushi!" I continued to convey my point, carefully turning my head to face Khushi and looking her in the eyes. For a second, Khushi seemed blank as she stared back at me without a word. It was exactly like when we first met."My Gosh! You almost got me with that pretty face of yours!" With her ears crimsoned, Khushi averted her gaze while forcing my head back to turn to face the front again. Is she blushing?"Do you find me good-looking?" Without realising it, I had already asked the question."Stop talking, you kidna
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Photo of our wedding." I finished her thought."NOOOOOOOO! How can it be possible? HOW?" Khushi cried all of a sudden, making us startled. Dr. Jain's glasses got a crack instantly from the frequency of her voice. Uncle Hemant almost jumped on the couch."What no?" I asked, rubbing my ears."How can I marry this man? Was this marriage arranged by my father? I knew Papa would never choose a decent husband for me! Oh No!" Khushi collapsed on the bed dramatically, as if her soul had left her body. Uncle Hemant caught my attention; he was laughing so hard that he nearly fell to the ground. Dr. Jain hid his face behind his bag of medical equipment, laughing his as* off.I clenched my hand and shot them with daggers with my eyes. That dramatic woman and those clowns were about to be killed by my hands if I couldn't restrain my fury at that moment. Uncle Hemant stopped giggling as he noticed my glare and cleared his throat."How can you say that, my lady?""Master Darsh is th
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆One fine morning, I woke up in a beautiful, enormous mansion, only to find out that I was already married and had lost a small part of my memories that were my husband's.The man who was wearing a white, plain shirt and trousers and looked extremely handsome yet appeared quite perverted was my husband. I couldn't just swallow the fact.How could I possibly love anyone other than "Akash Malhotra," my one and only love?However, the maidservants all knew me and treated me kindly and respectfully. They were all referring to me as "My lady," along with the man Uncle Hemant.He was in his early 50s and had a few sparsely spaced white hairs in his mostly faint black hair. I liked him without any reason, as much as I hated my husband without any reason.Even a doctor came and confirmed that I was Mrs. Sinha, a married woman.And it wasn't just a usual marriage. It was a love marriage where I proposed to my husband. Wow! Just wow! He isn't even Akash!It was a lot to take in
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes again. The curtains on the window to the room's far-right swayed in response to the gentle breezes. I could hear someone typing in the dimly lit room.After searching around, my gaze fell on Darsh, who was working on the wooden table on his laptop."Darsh..." I called out his name. Even though I was certain it was a murmur, Darsh seemed to have heard it because I saw him looking over the edge of the laptop at me. And soon after, Darsh hurried over to me, leaving his work behind."How are you feeling?" He worriedly enquired."Weak...." I replied."Get up," Darsh said as I sensed his right arm under my neck, and he pushed me up gently and helped me to sit, leaning on the headboard."You haven't eaten anything. Let's eat dinner." He muttered and took his phone from his trouser pocket."Uncle Hemant, send dinner." He said and disconnected the call."I... I wanted to ask you something." I spoke up with the same low tone.Dar
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆I woke up from a hazy dream. I was certain it was about Darsh, but I couldn't remember what that dream was about. I swiftly brushed away a tear that had fallen down my cheek. What the f**k did I see in my dream that made me cry?I was absorbed in my thoughts when a door-unlocking sound deflected my attention to the washroom door on the far right end of the room. And a man walked out of there, wrapping only a towel around his waist. His abs were clearly defined, and he had a lean frame with broad shoulders and a comparably small waist. Water droplets were making their way from his neck to his chest and then to his abdomen at a slow pace."Holy crow!" Following a swallow, I muttered as I stared in amazement at the attractive figure in front of me."Ahem, ahem." The sudden throat clearing roused me from the haze, forcing me to see that man's face, and it turned out to be none other than my husband."F**k?!"Damn! I couldn't believe that my perverted husband had such a h
◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"So, yes, I heard pretty much everything," Akash finished as he continued to stare at Khushi, and it surprisingly irritated me.So, Uncle Hemant caused this blunder, huh?Uncle Hemant, a little bit away from us, avoided my gaze as soon as our eyes met, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. I sighed; it wasn't entirely his fault; anyone would look for the cause of Khushi's terrible screams from yesterday.However, once I focused on Khushi, I saw her face-palming herself and staring at Akash like a pervert. Akash had also noticed this, and he turned to me and asked in signs, "Is she okay?"She was more than okay after finally meeting her ultimate crush, apparently per her memories.I could tell how perverted thoughts might have been running inside her head while she admired Akash. And it started to piss me off slowly.I was convinced that she must be planning to use me as leverage to get close to Akash.Look at the lust on her face! Ewwwwww. Uh-huh. Like I am goi
◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆Following that day, stories regarding Darsh and my romantic interactions abounded throughout the mansion. Eventually, Sia would bring it up to tease me. Days went by swiftly. I had been residing alone in the bedroom for the past eight days because Darsh had to leave soon on a business trip to Tokyo. Every day, the maids gave me a lot of support as I recovered. Still, it continued to ache when I walked, and I frequently felt light-headed.Dr. Jain and Akash checked on me from time to time. Even though it was pleasant to view my ultimate crush so closely, I somehow realised that my attraction to him had diminished.Suddenly, I was missing my perverted husband more than Akash. It astounded me. And the desire to reclaim my memories increased even more. Most of the time, I felt empty within and missed Darsh, since life without him seemed dull.However, mostly I wanted to know why a billionaire would want to marry a waitress. Was the marriage truly a love story, or was the
●Khushi's P.O.V.●A Few weeks Later~"Are you nervous?" Darsh asked as he hugged me from behind."A little," I uttered as I smiled at him from the mirror."Why, though? It's just our anniversary party." Darsh said, kissing my head."I'm not sure." I grinned apprehensively."Just breathe.Or I can help you relax." As his arms began to gradually encircle my stomach, he whispered in my ears."Darsh!Everyone is at home." I scolded him."So what? You are my wife, and this is my house. I can always express my love to my wife." He said and started placing slow kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine."Darsh, would you please stop?" After a groan, I spoke."Well, you certainly don't sound like you want me to." I heard him chuckle in my ears as he kissed me down my neck and moved to kiss my back. I was about to push him away when our bedroom door was knocked on by someone."Everyone is waiting for you downstairs, Master and My Lady." Uncle Hemant spoke up from the outside."His timing
●Khushi's P.O.V.●Bip...bip..bip…The heart rate machine kept beeping as I stared at Darsh's unconscious face. He was unresponsive as he lay on the hospital bed. His face was covered in bruises, and bandages were placed across his body.I kept praying for him to wake up as tears streamed down my face. It had been a day already since he had been there.It was not a great view to look at. Nobody was aware of the cause of Darsh's fragile state. Though we assumed Harsh Raj beat him by taking advantage of the time when he was helpless.But the main question was, why did he not fight back and protect himself? I couldn't stop asking those questions to myself.When I was busy contemplating, I felt his hand move a little. Wondering if it was just my imagination, I focused all my concentration on him. I gaped when Darsh finally slowly opened his eyes after a few seconds.I wiped my tears away quickly and drew nearer to him.Darsh closed and opened his eyelids quite a few times. He appeared to b
●Darsh's P.O.V.●My phone rang while I lay powerless on the ground. I struggled to get it out and answered the phone."H-ello.." I uttered in my trembling voice."Darsh, our plan is successful." From the other end of the call, Akash informed me.My dejected eyes brightened as I slowly rose to my feet while holding onto the trunk of the car."Send the cops," I smiled through my painful, gushing wounds as I ordered and disconnected the call."Harsh Raj?" I spoke clearly enough for Harsh Raj to hear. He came to a stop and looked at me with a knitted brow as he turned around."Has the shock driven you insane?" He smirked."Uh, well, there is no fellow alive in the world to make me go insane," I said, smiling through my bloody teeth. Harsh Raj appeared uneasy when he observed my sudden confidence."Then, what is it?" However, he still managed to smirk."Heh, It's your end that I could see with my open eyes," I grinned, earning a sneer from him."You're still trying to act arrogant after lo
●Darsh's P.O.V.●I was waiting at the mentioned address for twenty minutes. It was an empty region with a deserted roadway and tall, wild trees lining both sides of it. Every two minutes, I glanced at my wristwatch and looked around to check if Harsh Raj was there or not.Only I knew how I was able to leave my office, avoid the reporters, and make it to my destination at the specified time.Every second that went by made me more and more frustrated. I hit the steering wheel, clicking my tongue in fury. It was my mistake to not make sure whether the guard was being strict and proper at the hospital. Khushi wouldn't have to experience such a nightmare if I were a bit more cautious.How could I have overlooked the possibility that Harsh Raj might harm Khushi? How? I hit my head on the steering wheel, feeling my skin crawl with fear deep inside my heart.Why is he still not here? Wait! Did he lie to me? Will he kill her before we meet?I flinched at a startling noise, but when I realised
●Khushi's P.O.V.●I remained in the room alone as Akash left, having promised me that he would deliver the message I had sent to Darsh.The words from Uncle Hemant and Akash were still circling in my head.Doesn't that mean Darsh has truly changed if Akash can even recognise his sincerity towards me? He genuinely wants to be with me for his love and not to uphold his reputation.Maybe I should give him one chance to prove his words. I thought about it as I consumed the food that the nurse had given me.After a while, the doctor came and checked me up."How are you feeling, Mrs. Sinha?""Better.""That's great. Any dizziness or headache?""Last night, I felt a little lightheaded, but I'm fine now. Though I can feel a slight headache," I answered."It'll be alright soon," He assured me with a smile."Has Mr. Sinha left the hospital, by the way, Mrs. Sinha?" He lowered the stethoscope from his ears and asked.I replied, "Yes, he left a while ago," in a low voice, while his name made me r
●Darsh's P.O.V.●I fixed my gaze on the screen displaying Rishav Mittal and Harsh Raj's earlier works, which they had attempted to conceal but which my spies had dug up from the grave."F***king Pervert Ba*****!" As I looked at the data on the screen, I clicked my tongue."You are shocked as well, Master? When I read the case of Harsh Raj raping and killing a girl, I felt the same way.After that, Harsh Raj threatened to kill her other family members to shield himself from the law. In the end, the victim's family was powerless to take action against him, and he got out of it easily." While wiping the sweat from his brow, Uncle Hemant stated it."As I suspected, Harsh Raj is really a filthy pig. We have just unlimited files to send him behind bars." I expressed my anger as I spoke. I was truly disgusted by Harsh Raj."Mittal is also involved in illicit activity, but it is all associated with business. The real scumbag is Harsh Raj.First, we need to take down Harsh Raj anyhow. Then, usi
●Khushi's P.O.V.●When I lost my memory, I always had the strange sensation that something inside me was forcing me to treat Darsh terribly without any cause. When I regained my memories, I realised those were old memories, which motivated me to return the favour.I wanted to forget about him. I wanted to despise him. My desires came true, but the unknown made me fall in love with him again? And even then, I found him with that woman, Anannya, in an intimate position. Once again!Darsh claimed he had evidence to support his innocence this time but I couldn't find the strength to forgive him.It felt like fate was playing a sick joke on me.Why would I be upset if Darsh started dating someone else when we had a contract to marry each other? I was behaving selfishly even when I promised myself I'd be professional.As I watched Darsh leave my room, a tear trickled from my eye. Those past few months had been incredible for me too. The way we discovered each other at that time was strangel
●Darsh's P.O.V.●Later that night~A nurse approached Khushi's room, carrying a food tray. I got up and stopped her."Let me take it to her," I said.The nurse blinked twice before nodding her head and handing over the tray of food to me. I inhaled and exhaled heavily before going into her room.As soon as I entered, I found Khushi sobbing, sitting on the bed with her face buried in her palms. I hurried over to her, set the tray down next to her bed, and worriedly asked, "What's wrong?""Khushi, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Tell me!" I touched her head.Khushi slowly raised her face, wiping her tears away as her eyes grew furious."Nothing!" She declared. "Just leave."I couldn't help but neglect her order."When I used to cry, you always stayed with me and comforted me," I said, feeling remorseful. "But today, when you're crying, I'm not sure how to make you feel better.I'm not great at comforting people.Actually, I had never really comforted anyone before.But if you tell me
●Darsh's P.O.V.●"Yes."I was completely speechless at Khushi's reply. I didn't know what to say to her anymore. My voice got stuck somewhere inside my throat as the sweat beads formed on my temples.I didn't know how she was going to react at that moment. In my entire life, that was the situation I dreaded the most. I was frightened to hear about the old days when I was a jerk to her. When I treated her so poorly!"Well, I….I…." I tried to speak but couldn't find the exact word to put in a sentence. Khushi was staring down at me with the same smile on her lips."I want you to know that what you witnessed at the office wasn't true. I can prove it. You can check the footage." I finally blurted it out anxiously."Let's not talk about all this," Khushi murmured."What? Why not?" My fear was replaced by confusion. I was certain she didn't forgive me for kissing Anannya, so why was she avoiding the topic?"I think I have done enough of these things after memory loss." She smiled."What thi