Next day.

1pm

It was the 25th time his phone rang from the morning; this time she finally stirred in her sleep before turning to the other side, clutching the duvet closer to her. "Mr. Raichand, your phone," she mumbled in sleep.

The phone stopped ringing only to start the irritating tone again. Sayantika yawned, then opened her eyes. The extreme headache hit her; she turned, and her eyes widened seeing his bare back. Still, she didn't realize what had happened last night; she knew her husband slept shirtless.

Sighing out, she sat up; the duvet slid down as her own bare body came into view. The headache was lost,...