my husband

                                    

                                          
Authors pov
Ishqi was getting along with the workers. They showed her around. She learned that he makes his own food because he does not trust anyone. 
They also told her that his family is strictly prohibited from coming here.
Only his two brothers, one sister, and one friend are allowed to visit, and no one else. He is always alone. 
She explored all the rooms except his, as they told her that he does not like anyone going into his room, not even for cleaning.They told her that he spends most of his time in his office and sometimes in the penthouse while he is in the mansion. 
She went back to her room and was about to set out her clothes, but she went into the dressing room, and what she saw made her pause.
It was too big. His wardrobe was attached to hers. He had his clothes, watches, ties, belts, tuxedos, house clothes, nightwear, formal suits, daily wear, sweaters, and party wear all properly arranged on one side. On the other side, her clothes were arranged, which Rudraksh had bought himself for her.daily wear, formals, traditional outfits, jewelry, watches, and undergarments were settled, which made her feel embarrassed. Even after all this, there was still some space left for the clothes she had brought from her house. 
There were two doors attached to the wardrobe: one opening to her room and the other to his room. Out of curiosity, she opened the door leading to his room. It was no doubt lavish, expensive, and meticulously clean. She took a tour of the whole room. It was triple the size of hers. It was gigantic. Even his washroom was big.
He had everything in his house: a gym, a pool, a bar, a garden-everything. It was called a penthouse, but it was more like a mansion.
Meanwhile Rudraksh
A held a sword. Samir and Vihaan stood beside him. The basement was filled with the man's blood. Along with him, two other men, who were already dead, lay on the floor. He had killed them after torturing them. The body  was hanging in front of him half concious, naked. 
"Sameer ispe garam acid dal"......he said
"Ahhh.....sir mujhe kuch nhi pata please mujhe chood dijiye"......he said while screaming with all the voice he had
The body was fully conscious now. He chopped off the man's testicles, and the body was melting due to the acid he had thrown on him. The man was shouting loudly, his face hitting the walls and coming back. Rudraksh had a smirk on his face. Blood dripped like water droplets.
"I know you know everything, so it's better for you to tell me right now, or you will face the worst of me."
"Sir, I will tell you everything. It was Sunil Jaiswal. He sent me to your home to kill you."
 But as soon as he spoke, a sword crossed him, coming from his back. Rudraksh left with a silent expression. Vihan and Sameer were now tense.
Rudraksh said, "Vihan and Sameer, the work should be done. You should observe everything carefully now. I am going home for Ishqi. She is all alone."
They nodded, understanding that Ishqi was not a normal girl. Rudraksh never left his work for anyone, not even for his family. If Ishqi hadn't been there, he would have given the worst death to the men, along with Sunil Jaiswal. But today, he was in a hurry to get back home.
Meanwhile ishqi 
He had left four hours ago. Ishqi was now all alone. The workers had left, and even though it was still evening, she felt scared and lonely. She needed him. Feeling alone and bored, she had spent the last four hours reading a fictional book about a fictional man she admired.