Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 203 --.
Veer smiled back at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh my god, darling, you’re really something," he said in a teasing drawl. "You want me—your current partner—to meet your late partner? I didn’t know you loved me that much."
Kaya just stared at him, utterly drained. Mentally, she was exhausted—arguing with this man was like smashing your head against a wall... and somehow, he still made her want to smash it again.
What the hell is wrong with him?
She dropped into her seat, anger simmering in her voice. Through gritted teeth, she asked,
"Can you read it or not?"
Veer looked at her hand, then back at her face, and nodded with mock seriousness.
"Of course I can read it. Just let me eat something first, then we’ll read."
Kaya exhaled sharply but gave a curt nod. He slipped out, and a few minutes later came back carrying some meat and fruit. From the look of the meat, it was pretty clear he’d "acquired" it from someone else.
They headed to the kitchen, and using the spices from Kaya’s bag, Veer cooked up a simple but mouthwatering meal—just a hearty meat soup and a few vegetables fried to a golden crisp in coconut oil.
As they ate, Kaya felt the warmth and energy slowly creeping back into her body, her earlier frustration melting just a little... though she still kept a wary eye on him, knowing he could provoke her again at any second.
After finishing the meal, Kaya set her bowl aside and leaned forward.
"Now can you read it?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.
We looked at her with a faint smile.
"Sweetheart, how many times have I told you? After eating, we should walk. If not, you’ll gain weight."
Kaya stared at him, fighting the strong urge to strangle him right there. One hand gripped the other tightly, as if physically restraining herself. But she needed him, and that meant following his ridiculous "order." So she went.
They walked. And walked. And walked some more. By the time twenty minutes had passed, Kaya was both relieved and utterly exhausted.
As soon as they returned, she asked again, her voice a little sharper this time.
"Now can you read it?"
We glanced at her, then casually pulled out a bottle of coconut oil.
Kaya blinked. "Now what?"
He pointed at her hair.
"Let me massage you. After that, I’ll read."
"I don’t need a massage," Kaya shot back, her voice tight with irritation.
He just smiled.
"But I need to give it. If you let me, then I’ll read."
Kaya pressed her fingers to her temples, exhaling through her nose. Finally, she nodded.
After changing her clothes, she sat down. He began to work his fingers through her hair, and despite herself, the tension in her shoulders began to ease. Even Kaya didn’t realize when the soothing rhythm of his hands lulled her into a deep sleep—her head ending up in his lap.
He looked down at her sleeping face and smiled softly, gently massaging her eyebrows.
"Don’t frown so much," he murmured. "Or you’ll get too much older than me."
After massaging her head and laying her down, Veer didn’t stop—he took her feet in his hands, working the tension out of them, then gently rubbed her palms. His gaze lingered on her sleeping face.
That night, Kaya slept so deeply her usual alertness was gone. The world around her might as well have vanished; it was the kind of heavy, dreamless rest that felt like someone had slipped her chloroform—only without the danger. If not for her body’s natural alarm clock, she might have slept well past morning without realizing it.
When she finally woke, the sunlight brushing her skin, she felt something she hadn’t in years—utterly relaxed, her mind clear, and her body light.
After waking up, Kaya looked around, but Veer was nowhere in sight. She checked his room—it was empty.
Stepping outside, she felt the morning chill nip at her skin. The harsh cold had passed, but mornings still carried a lingering bite.
Her gaze swept the area until it caught on Veer—far below, near the foot of the mountain, while she stood on what felt like the third floor in comparison. He was lifting something—what looked like a heavy bundle of dry grass.
Tara stood nearby, giving instructions, pointing to where the bundles needed to be stored. And Veer, to Kaya’s surprise, was actually following along without complaint.
Watching them, it suddenly clicked for Kaya why they’d been allowed to live here so easily. She had always known one truth—nothing in this world comes for free.
But She had never thought the normally pampered prince would be doing so much work. Kaya stared at him for a moment, then quietly went back inside.
Down below, Veer suddenly felt the weight of someone’s gaze. He looked up, scanning the area—but saw nothing.
Kaya waited. And waited. Nearly an hour passed before Veer finally returned. By that time, she had already finished her yoga and exercise, and was now sitting in deep meditation.
Veer stepped inside, paused for a moment as he looked at her, and then smiled.
"Oh my god, my sweetheart..." he murmured, walking over to sit beside her. With that familiar mischievous grin, he began to tease,
"What happened? Are you sick? Is something wrong? You’re not gonna jump at me? Huh? What happened—aren’t you going to shout at me like a little kitten? What’s wrong, baby?"
Kaya just gave him a death glare. Veer only smirked, then stood and walked inside. A moment later, the clink and clank of utensils came from the kitchen. When he returned, he carried two trays of food.
On one tray sat a bowl of finely chopped, roasted meat—bird meat, by the look of it. On the other was a soup with a chunk of meat that definitely didn’t look fully cooked.
They sat down to eat in silence. Afterward, Veer set the trays aside, opened the diary, and said, "Okay. So... I start reading?"
