Nandini's POV
So this morning, my dear darling CEO husband left for work like a Bollywood hero:
Crisp shirt (white, because obviously)
Watch glinting (probably expensive enough to buy a house)
Hair perfect (ugh)
Mood? Cold but polite
He kissed my forehead before leaving. (!!!)
I melted like a popsicle in Chennai heat.
And I—your favorite introvert-turned-wife—decided to do something bold.
I made lunch.
Packed it with love.
Even added a note that said:
"Don't skip the salad. Yes, I'm watching you. ❤️ –N"
Then I wore a cute kurti, added kajal, lip balm, and walked into Roy Industries like I owned the building.
Receptionist:
"Ma'am, do you have an appointment?"
Me:
"I have a lunchbox."
Siddharth's POV
I was in the middle of a very boring meeting about profit margins and supplier delays when my phone buzzed.
Text from Reception:
"Your wife is here."
I blinked.
My... wife?
I rushed out, only to stop dead.
There she was, standing with my lunchbox like it was Excalibur, smiling like she was up to something.
And then—Rhea showed up.
Of course she did. Because drama follows me like a LinkedIn notification.
"Hey Sid," she said, way too comfortably.
"Oh—Nandini. You're here too."
Nandini just smiled. "Yes. Siddu forgot his lunch."
Siddu.
I choked on my own soul.
Nandini's POV
The second I saw her, I knew it was go-time.
She was perched beside my husband like she belonged there, flipping her shiny hair and talking as if she packed him paneer parathas.
So I did what any newlywed, mild-jealous wife would do:
I walked up.
Placed the tiffin on his desk.
And cooed:
"Sidduuu, I hope you're not skipping meals again. You get so grumpy when you're hungry."
Then. I. Touched. His. Arm.
AND GUESS WHAT?
He didn't flinch.
In fact, he smirked.
The dangerous kind.
The I-know-what-you're-doing-and-I-like-it smirk.
Rhea looked like she swallowed a lemon.
"I didn't know you call him Siddu," she said, too-sweetly.
I blinked innocently. "Oh, only I do. It's... private."
And then I fed him a bite of roti. Right there. In front of her.
FULL. WIFE. MODE. ACTIVATED.18
Siddharth's POV
Was I surprised? Yes.
Was I entertained? Hell yes.
Did I want to pull her into my lap and cancel the next five meetings? Also yes.
I've never seen her like this—bold, cheeky, a little smug.
It was... adorable. And dangerous.
After Rhea made some lame excuse and practically sprinted out, I turned to Nandini.
"You're a menace," I murmured.
She batted her lashes. "Oh? I just brought lunch."
I leaned down, close to her ear.
"Keep calling me Siddu like that and I'll forget I'm still at work."
She turned red. I turned smug.
Later That Day – Text Conversation
Nandini:3
Did I go overboard?
Siddharth:
No.
Come every day.
But bring extra roti next time. Also, wear that kajal again.
Nandini:
Siddu 😚
Siddharth:
Don't test me.