Episode 3 Mr. Beast

Isha was in a deep sleep, tangled in her dreams, when a loud knock disturbed the silence of her room.

Again.

And again.

With half-lidded eyes and sleepy steps, she dragged herself to the door, yawning as she turned the knob open—only to be met with the tall, sharp frame of *Arnav Singh Rathore*, her new husband. The infamous businessman. The cold-eyed CEO. Her accidental husband.

Her mind, influenced by late-night dramas and novels, instantly ran wild.

‘Is this… our first night?’she mumbled herself.she blinked at him, dazed.

In a soft, innocent voice, still half-asleep, she mumbled,

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

He raised an amused brow.

“Middle of the night? It’s 9 in the morning.”

Her eyes widened in horror as she turned around to see the room glowing with sunlight. Embarrassed, she let out a small gasp.

“Come down in five minutes,” he ordered with a smirk.

“Why?”

“Are you planning to wear that lehenga your whole life?”

Only then did she realise she’d been wearing her wedding lehenga for *two whole days*. She sniffed herself. Yeah... not cute.

Mortified, she rushed to freshen up and came down just in time. Arnav took her to a mall—her first ever visit, though she'd seen them countless times in dramas.

‘Don't tell me... it's his mall too,’ she thought, half-sarcastically.

Turns out, it *was*. She overheard the staff whispering respectfully about their *boss*—Mr. Rathore. Of course.

In the clothing section, he looked at her and said in his usual deep voice,

**“Buy whatever you want.”**

Her eyes sparkled. For the first time in her life, someone gave her the freedom to choose for herself. While she wasn't grabbing dresses some female employees eyes were on him, and his were on Isha and her's on the dress. After few minutes she grabbed a few dresses, carefully picked. He raised an eyebrow.

“Only these?”

For a second, she expected him to be like the drama CEOs—sweep the entire store for her. But no, he was *Arnav Singh Rathore*. He only bought the ones she picked.

Disappointed, she made a face but didn’t say anything.

They went on to buy essentials and even college supplies. Just when they were about to leave, her eyes landed on a **book stall**. Her heart jumped. Novels—her escape.

She didn’t dare ask him.

But he noticed. He always noticed.

He handed her some cash casually.

“Your pocket money for today. If you want something, buy it now.”

She grinned like a kid in a candy shop, grabbed romantic and horror novels, and thanked him silently with sparkling eyes.

Later, he drove her to Green Land College, fulfilling the promise he'd made the night they married. He kept their marriage a secret—for her sake.

She enrolled in **BA Hindi**. When he asked why she chose Hindi, her reply was simple yet charming:

“I don’t know. I just love it. I want to learn more, explore it.”

Their eyes locked.

Something *shifted* in him.

A crack in the ice.

So he did what any emotionally unavailable man would do—he *avoided* her.

At home, he turned distant. Cold. She didn’t understand the switch and started calling him ‘Mr. Beast’ in her head.

A few days passed. She made her place in his house. Everyone started loving her.She transformed his cold mansion into something warmer—filled the garden with life, added colors to the walls, and slowly, unknowingly, entered his world.

The ruthless CEO's home started breathing agan

The house was quiet. Dead silent. A high-stakes business meeting was taking place in the main hall. The top executives sat frozen, barely daring to breathe.

Then…

“Roshni hi roshni hai…”

A romantic song blared from upstairs.

All heads turned.

Fear spread like wildfire.

He was *not* going to like that.

Except… he paused the meeting, leaned back into his chair, and with a rare smirk, whispered,

**“Good taste, Mrs. Rathore.”**

The tiger was softening.

Isha, blissfully unaware, was dancing around her room, getting ready for her first college day in a white salwar, silver bangles, kajal-lined eyes, and a soft bindi. Pure, desi elegance.

She stepped out with a radiant smile.

And the man who never smiled, did.

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**Is the beast falling for the beauty?**

**And what's awaiting her in the campus**

Stay tuned. The fairytale is just beginning—but in this world, not all fairytales come with a glass slipper. Some come with secrets and blood.

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