Around eight o'clock at night, Chahat stood by the window of her room, her eyes fixed on the mansion's entrance.
It was obvious that she was waiting for someone.
And perhaps because that person still hadn't returned, a trace of sadness could be seen on her beautiful face.
With a pout, she muttered softly,
"Where is he? He should've been home by now…"
Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside reached her ears.
Her eyes immediately lit up with happiness.
Without wasting another second, she hurried out of her room, ran downstairs, and rushed outside.
The moment she reached the person who had just stepped out of the car, she threw herself into his embrace and happily said,
"You're finally back! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"
The man's hands instinctively rose to wrap around her waist.
But hearing her cheerful voice, he suddenly stopped and lowered them.
Instead, he gently held her shoulders and pushed her away.
Confused, Chahat raised her head.
And as soon as she saw the man's face—
Her smile disappeared.
It was Kabir.
But what frightened her wasn't his presence.
It was the anger clearly visible on his handsome face.
Before she could say anything, Kabir moved her aside and silently walked into the mansion.
Leaving behind a stunned Chahat.
She instantly realized that he was upset with her.
But she couldn't understand why.
Still, one thing was certain—
She couldn't allow Kabir to remain angry with her.
Not anymore.
So she quickly followed him inside.
By the time she entered the mansion, Kabir had already gone upstairs.
Seeing this, Chahat gathered her courage and walked toward his room.
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Although they had been married for two months, they had never shared a bedroom.
Because in the past…
Chahat had never wanted to stay with him.
Standing outside the room, her heart pounded nervously.
After all…
This was the first time she was entering her husband's room.
Which was technically her room too.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.
And immediately froze.
Kabir's room was huge and elegant.
In the center stood a luxurious king-sized bed.
Beside it was a large balcony that even had a beautiful private swimming pool.
There was also a spacious walk-in closet and an attached bathroom.
Everything reflected Kabir Rathore's taste—simple, classy, and grand.
As Chahat looked around, her eyes suddenly landed on a wall.
And the moment she saw it—
She froze.
Then, almost unconsciously, she walked toward it.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
The entire wall…
Was covered with her photographs.
Smiling pictures.
Pouting pictures.
Candid pictures she never even knew existed.
Pictures from her wedding day.
Pictures where she was laughing.
Pictures where she looked angry.
It was as though someone had captured every precious moment of her life and carefully preserved it.
The whole wall belonged only to her.
Tears instantly filled Chahat's eyes.
At that moment, she finally understood just how deeply Kabir loved her.
And the more she learned about him…
The more she found herself falling hopelessly in love with him.
She was lost in her thoughts when suddenly the bathroom door opened.
Turning around, she saw Kabir stepping out.
He had just finished showering and was drying his hair with a towel.
Noticing Chahat standing there, Kabir was momentarily surprised.
But the next second, he ignored her completely and began getting ready in front of the mirror.
Seeing his cold behavior, Chahat felt a pang in her heart.
For the first time, she understood what it felt like when the person you loved treated you indifferently.
And today…
She finally understood the pain she had caused Kabir countless times in the past.
But she knew she had no right to complain.
After all, she had treated him far worse.
However, right now, she only wanted to know one thing.
Why was he angry?
Gathering her courage, she walked behind him and softly asked,
"How was your day?"
Kabir, who had been aware of her every movement, answered coldly,
"The same as every other day."
His indifferent tone hurt her.
But she didn't take it to heart.
Because she knew she deserved far worse.
Still, she wanted to make things right.
Slowly, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Through the mirror, their eyes met.
Kabir lifted his head and looked at her reflection.
Then he tried to remove her hands from around his waist.
But Chahat only tightened her hold.
Finally giving up, Kabir sighed.
"What are you doing, Chahat?"
Hearing his voice, a strange peace settled inside her heart.
She moved around and stood in front of him.
Neither of them spoke.
They simply looked into each other's eyes.
And then—
Without hesitation—
Chahat stepped closer.
Standing on her toes, she gently pressed her lips against his.
Kabir's eyes widened for a moment before slowly closing.
The storm that had been raging inside him all day gradually began to calm.
He might have been angry with her.
But one thing was undeniable.
Kabir Rathore loved Chahat.
More than his pride.
More than himself.
More than she could ever imagine.
Perhaps…
Even he himself would never truly know the depth of his love.
But what had happened that made Kabir so furious?
What had Chahat done without even realizing it?
And would this misunderstanding once again create distance between them?
Find out in the next chapter of...
THE LIFE I RECLAIM
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