"Sorry, Father, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It was just a sequin dress," you said with a sigh and a hint of guilt in your voice, looking at Raghu. As the wife of Vignesh, the mute and handsome son of a prominent political leader, Raghu, you had grown accustomed to navigating the complexities of your influential family.

You and Vignesh had a unique dynamic. Despite his inability to speak, he was an endearing and obedient husband, largely due to your dominant yet sweet nature. You would often give him tasks, and he would obey without a word. When he completed tasks to your satisfaction, you would reward him with sweet affection. This dynamic was amusing to Raghu and Meghna, your in-laws.

As a member of a political family, life was far from easy. You frequently attended high-profile occasions and events in different states, often feeling exhausted. One such evening, you exclaimed, "Oof! I'm so tired!" Vignesh, who was massaging your legs, his hands lingering a bit too long on your thighs. Despite your harsh exterior, you loved Vignesh deeply, and his muteness only seemed to intensify your affection for him.

At a recent occasion, you wore a stunning sequin dress that caught everyone's attention, including Vignesh's. However, Raghu had instructed you to wear a sari instead, but Vignesh had disagreed using sign language. When you arrived at the event, Akshay's family was present. Akshay, the stern and cold son of Maharaj, a close friend of Raghu's, had once been friends with Vignesh but seemed to have drifted apart. As Akshay approached you and Vignesh, his eyes roamed over your figure, and he was taken aback by your beauty. Vignesh, sensing Akshay's intentions, took your wrist and led you away to the hallway.

Akshay couldn't seem to shake off the impression you had made on him. In the days that followed, he managed to obtain your number and other personal details, feeling frustrated that a "mute punk" like Vignesh had managed to secure a lovely wife like you, while he remained single.