The interaction between Maira and Surya was not missed by anyone in the hall. Whispers swirled like gossiping winds, each comment carrying an air of disbelief. Even Mayank and Reeta exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity at how close the couple seemed.
"Is this our General who is known to be ruthless?" someone murmured, disbelief tainting their words.
"But how can that woman hit him?" another voice chimed in, incredulous. "And he didn't even retaliate!"
The doubts in the room were soon cleared by a voice that rang out—"Well, she is his wife."
As soon as the words were heard, a heavy silence enveloped the hall. The revelation hung in the air, palpable, as disbelief washed over the faces of those present.
They couldn't fathom that yet another outstanding bachelor had claimed a life partner. Especially Mayank. The term "shock" was a modest way to encapsulate his emotions.
Unable to contain himself, Mayank forged through the crowd toward Maira. She was engaged in light-hearted chatter with Surya, her laughter ringing out like music, a sound that ignited a rage within him. But as he approached, his stride halted.
"Are you married?" Mayank asked, his voice steady but edged with a fear.
Maira turned to meet his gaze directly, her eyes unwavering and calm. Gone was the timid woman he once knew—this version of Maira held his stare, fierce in her defiance. The realization crashed down on him; she didn't feel anything for him now, save maybe contempt.
The moment he heard her reply, "Yes," hit him like a punch to the gut. Numbness enveloped him as the reality sank in. She was married; the words echoed in his mind while his emotions spiraled out of control.
Surya, ever the observant protector, noted the shift in the atmosphere. He instinctively moved to shield Maira from her ex-husband's lingering gaze.
"I'm her husband," Surya stated matter-of-factly, a mixture of pride and authority marking each word. But he wasn't done. "We are living happily." The underlying message was clear: Back off. She is my woman now, and we're together. Don't have any funny ideas.
Mayank's jaw tightened as he comprehended Surya's unyielding stance. He recognized this man well; after all, he was the one who was meant to marry Maira before .
"She loves me," Mayank declared, his voice thick with indignation. "We were together for sixteen years."
Surya turned his attention back to Maira, his curiosity piqued. "Do you love him? Do you want to go back with him?" he challenged.
Maira shot her husband a glare, incredulity flashing in her eyes. How could he even ask that? She approached him, took his arm and leaned in slightly, which made Surya's heart race with mixed emotions.
"Hubby," she began, her tone sweet and dripping with playfulness, "you sure know how to ask questions." Her fingers pinched him playfully.
Surya involuntarily stiffened at her words, realizing the implications. "Wifey," he said with a strained smile, his face paralyzed in a mix of amusement and alarm, "I will massage your feet."
There was a stillness as silence fell over the immediate group. Mayank just stared at them, unable to process what he had just heard.
People around them exchanged glances—expressions of disbelief mingling with amusement. Can't you see we're here too?
It became clear who had the upper hand in their relationship. The General, renowned for his authority and command, was now seen almost as a subordinate under his wife's whims. If he followed orders, it wasn't just any orders—it was hers.