Page 114 of Claimed By the Maharaja
She had looked at it twice before leaving the room. Both times, she had left it where it was.
The breakfast hall was bright with morning mountain light, and she hated it. She wanted grey skies and low clouds and weather that matched her mood. Instead, the snow peaks gleamed outside the windows like everything was perfectly fine.
Bharat Jogra was already seated and having breakfast while reading on his tablet.
He looked well-rested and entirely undisturbed by the events of the previous night, which made her want to upend the entire table.
She dragged her chair back with deliberate force and sat down.
He didn't look up.
Savita poured steaming spiced tea and set a plate of hot vegetable parathas that Yamini currently had no appetite for.
“Thank you, Savita,” she said.
Savita must have sensed the tension or simply seen the dark shadows under her eyes because the young girl’s smile was less bright when she nodded and left.
It was just two of them in the room.
Yamini glared at him as he scrolled.
“Why,” she said, keeping her voice low and controlled with considerable effort, “have you never used protection?”
His hand paused.
“You want to control when we have a child,” she continued, her jaw tight. “Fine, but if that was the plan, why not simply use protection? Why make me go through the morning after pill and doctors—”
“You have a latex allergy,” his voice interrupted her.
She stared at him.
“Severe contact sensitivity,” he continued. “Documented. Non-latex alternatives carry a higher failure rate. The current arrangement is more reliable.”
She kept staring.
The words were uttered calmly as though he were commenting on the weather.
“How do you know about my latex allergy?” she asked.
He looked at her then. His eyes briefly moved to her neck, then back to her face.
“A medical background check was conducted before the contract signing,” he said.
Yamini stared at him in shock.
Of course, he would run a thorough background check on her before marrying her.
It was sensible, practical, and efficient. Just like everything else he did.
Unlike her, who had proposed to him on impulse and married him recklessly without even reading the contract fully.
She felt heat rush up her neck and into her face, and she was furious at herself for it.
“I see,” she gritted.
She picked up her kahwa cup. Set it back down. The small motion was the only thing she trusted herself to do with her hands.
“So, you are using precautions. Not because you don't want children. Because you want them on your schedule.”
