Rishabh's eyelids opened in the dimly lit room; the need for water woke him up. He blinked and turned his head, looked at his wife sleeping beside him. It annoyed him very much. Since Naina came home, he had lost all interest in his wife. Her gentle nature, her thoughtfulness, kept him wrapped around her finger.

He rubbed his temples and got out of the bed, making his way to their kitchen. He stopped and turned to Naina's room, which he gave her when she started working as a maid—not luxurious like theirs, just another place for the maid. He pushed the door open but didn't see her; he frowned and turned to walk towards the kitchen again.