Krishna is in a loose thin white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his black curls damp with a few strands falling over his eyes and the rest tied in a man bun low at his nape. He is in his and his wife's shared bedroom, sitting on the bed on his side with a laptop on his lap and a few files scattered around him. He is reviewing very important files and is visibly in a very bad mood, his black, intense hunter eyes piercing enough to burn a hole in the documents before him.

His phone rings, and he answers it without looking up.

Krishna: in a chilling cold voice What?

Arjun: immediately recognizing Krishna's mood but proceeding professionally The Chinese clients have been performing too much drama. They want to meet you tomorrow morning itself butArjun pauses, knowing Krishna had promised his wife a morning together to check on the villagers and their concerns. He understood that despite Krishna's cold exterior, he never broke promises to his pregnant wife, especially since they rarely got time together.Krishna... I... know you are busy tomorrow and have plans but The Chinese demand an urgent meeting tomorr-

Krishna: in an unbothered but firm tone Cancel the whole deal. Or tell them to arrange it in the afternoon or evening. My morning is reserved.

He cuts the call, trusting Arjun to handle the situation. Returning to his files, Krishna thinks about how the Chinese clients had been growing increasingly demanding, acting as if they were the ones in charge. His jaw tightens slightly at the thought, but it relaxes almost immediately as he remembers his wife's condition. Despite his responsibilities and position, he had become noticeably softer with her during the pregnancy, though he still maintained his disciplined exterior. He would carefully consider each of her wishes, ensuring they were safe for her and their babies before indulging her.