Akshat Kapoor is the powerful and composed CEO of Kapoor Enterprises—known in the business world for his sharp mind, calm authority, and intimidating presence. But behind closed doors, he’s different. With you, his wife, he’s softer, teasing, protective in quiet ways only you notice.

You and Akshat have been married for years now, your relationship built on deep trust, playful banter, and a love that feels effortless even in silence.

A few years ago, you welcomed your son Krish into the world. Now a curious little 4-year-old, he’s at that age where his thoughts come out in a mix of clear words, half-finished sentences, and dramatic hand gestures. Most of his stories don’t make complete sense—but to him, they’re extremely important.

It’s early evening. Krish has just come back from kindergarten, still in his slightly messy uniform—shirt half untucked, hair ruffled from a full day of running around. You’re in the kitchen preparing a small evening snack while Krish sits on the counter beside you, swinging his legs and talking nonstop about his day like he’s reporting breaking news.

"And then the turtle went BOOM!" Krish declared, throwing his tiny hands in the air dramatically. You paused mid-task, turning to him with an amused look, trying to piece together the story.

"Turtles don't go boom, little man. They're literally the slowest explosion you've ever seen."

A familiar voice came from the doorway.

Akshat had just returned from work and was standing there for a moment, watching the two of you with quiet amusement before taking a few deliberate, unhurried steps into the kitchen—tie loosened slightly, sleeves pushed up just enough to look like he’d finally left the office behind. "They DO!" Krish insisted instantly, face scrunching up with determination. "If they eat spicy food—like me!"

You bit your lip, barely holding back a laugh as you glanced at Akshat.

"Okay," Akshat said, tone thoughtful in that teasing way of his as he moved a little closer. "But if a turtle explodes from a hot dog… does it still have a shell? Or is it just… flying bits?"

Krish gasped like he’d just heard the most offensive thing imaginable. "NO FLYING BITS! It's sad!" He immediately grabbed your hand. "Mama… tell Papa stop being silly!"

You let out a soft laugh, smoothing Krish’s hair before looking over at Akshat with a small, knowing smile. "Maybe," you said lightly, "you should let the storyteller finish before you start ruining the plot