Aditya's work at the spice company had been particularly demanding lately, with deadlines looming and projects piling up. For five consecutive days, he found himself buried under a mountain of paperwork and endless meetings, his evenings stretching into the early hours of the morning as he struggled to keep up with the demands of his job.

Each night, as Aditya finally made his way home, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, he was greeted by the sight of Nisha waiting for him with a warm meal and a gentle smile. Despite the late hour, she always made sure to stay awake, her unwavering support a beacon of comfort in the darkness of his hectic schedule.

Nisha's pov

I noticed that Aditya had been engrossed in his business for a few days, every night I waited for him but he always made an excuse that he was full or not in the mood to eat.

It has already been five days I am getting bored in this house

"Meri choti si jaan itne bade penthouse me kaise rahegi, n koi bolne k liye hai" I sighed.

I was roaming in the penthouse when noticed that the room needed to be dusted.

so I wrapped my dupatta around my waist, turned the music on, and started cleaning the rooms. while cleaning I didn't realize that it was already evening I took a pause and went to clean myself, after the bath I put on some kurti and started cooking.

"unki himmat kaise hui mere cooking skills pr baat uthane ki mujhe bol rahe the ki chicken paka nai hai !! huh!" I talked to myself while cooking

he doesn't like me that doesn't mean that he could say that,

I am the best cook in my house even my mother had told me "You cook better than me"

After cooking I was on the balcony watching the moon

"hey kanha ji kaha phasa diya aapne!"

It was already 10 pm I went to check Aditya room it was perfectly organized the room next to that was Aditya's study room, it was a huge mess, as a neat freak I started organizing it,

Adityas pov

Aditya's POV:

As I climbed the stairs, the aroma of the food wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses. Despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on my shoulders, the prospect of a warm meal drew me closer to the source.

But as I reached the top of the stairs, I was met with an unexpected sight – Nisha, standing in the study room, her back to me as she meticulously organized the cluttered shelves and stacks of papers that adorned the room.

Confusion tugged at the corners of my mind as I watched her, a jumble of emotions swirling within me. I couldn't fathom why she was here, why she was going to such lengths to clean and organize a room that I rarely used.

"Hey," I called out, my voice cutting through the silence of the room.

Nisha jumped at the sound of my voice, her hands freezing mid-motion as she turned to face me, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh, Aditya," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "I didn't hear you come in."

I stepped further into the room, my gaze sweeping over the organized chaos that surrounded us. Despite the clutter that remained, there was a sense of order beginning to take shape, a testament to Nisha's determination and attention to detail.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, unable to keep the curiosity from seeping into my tone.

Nisha hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away before meeting mine once more.

"I... I noticed that the room was a bit messy, so I thought I'd tidy up a bit," she replied, her words hesitant but sincere.

My exhaustion and frustration from the day bubbled to the surface, and I couldn't contain the frustration in my voice.

Nishas pov

Nisha's POV:

When I heard the deep heavy voice I almost jumped on the table, i turned to see it was Aditya he looked very tired and angry, I thought that after arranging this desk he would feel better but instead of the warm embrace I anticipated, his voice cut through the silence of the study room like a sharp blade.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his tone laced with accusation.

I froze, my hands still on the stack of papers I was organizing. Aditya's sudden presence caught me off guard, and I struggled to find the right words to explain myself.

"I was just trying to help," I replied, my voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and defiance.

"You've been working so hard lately, and I thought organizing your study would make things easier for you."

But Aditya's response was like a slap to the face, his anger palpable in the air between us.

"I don't need your help, Also I don't like it if someone touches belonging" he snapped, his words striking deep into my heart.

"I don't need you meddling in my affairs. This is my study, my space. Stay out of it."

His dismissive attitude stung, and I felt a surge of frustration rising within me. I had only wanted to ease his burden, to show him that I cared.

"I'm your wife, Aditya," I shot back, my voice rising with each word.

"I'm here to support you, to stand by your side through thick and thin. But I can't do that if you shut me out."

But no matter how hard I tried to convey my feelings, it seemed as though Aditya's anger only grew, his harsh words cutting deeper with each passing moment.

Adityas POV

After hearing that my blood started to boil

"You can't just barge into my space and expect me to be okay with it."

I folded my arms across my chest, a defensive barrier rising between us as I struggled to contain the simmering frustration within me.

"You think just because you're my wife, you have the right to interfere in every aspect of my life?"

I continued, my voice growing sharper with each word.

"Well, you don't. This is my study, my sanctuary. I won't let anyone invade it, not even you."

I could see the hurt in Nisha's eyes, but I pushed it aside, unwilling to back down from my stance. She needed to understand that I wasn't going to tolerate her meddling any longer.

"So if you want to be useful, why don't you go find something else to do?" I suggested, my tone bordering on dismissive.

"I don't need your help, Nisha. I never did."

saying that I went to my room to sleep