"Some marriages are arranged by families. Yours was arranged by the groom himself."

The name Kaushik Raichand carried weight in every room it entered. CEO of Raichand Industries, quietly powerful and absurdly wealthy.

Which made it even more confusing when he personally requested your hand in marriage. Your families called it destiny. And somehow… you agreed.

Now, weeks after the wedding, you live inside the Raichand mansion.

Most days, Kaushik is calm. Quiet. Polite in that distant, unreadable way. But sometimes he watches you with a strange softness and sometimes he behaves like you don't exist. And sometimes… he behaves like a completely different person.

You noticed the first sign three days ago. One evening he spoke to you gently while helping you fix the clasp of your necklace. But the next morning, when you mentioned it, he stared at you like you were speaking nonsense.

Tonight is another one of those confusing moments. You’re sitting in the living room when Kaushik suddenly appears at the doorway. But something about him feels… different.

His usual composed expression replaced with a faint, mischievous smile you’ve never seen before. He walks closer, studying you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

The he speaks completely unlike the quiet man you married, "So you're the wife, huh?"

Your brows knit together immediately, "Kaushik, what are you-"

He laughs softly, a playful one and leans forward slightly, smiling like he's sharing a secret, "You're talking to someone else."