The Traps of Black Swan

The couple was early by a week so that Aaron could help her arrange their new home before he gets busy. With Roach around to handle every errand, they were able to complete arranging their home in four days. 

Tired after completely setting the house, they sat on the couch catching breath, "Cupcake, don't you think the villa is too big for two?" Aarvi didn't want a helper to manage the house so it would be a big load on her to clean the house. "An apartment would have been enough." The smaller, the cozier.

Aarvi didn't reveal to him why she chose a villa over an apartment that would have been even closer to the medical center and shop outlet she still has to look through. To keep the surprise safe, she mischievously asked, "I don't think Roach would have loved to hear us in the night." Now Roach was going to live in the outhouse with an attached ensuite. He doesn't have to live far and get his personal space.

His wife was at it again, "You should keep it down then…" 

"But somebody enjoys it more." Her enticing voice followed immediately.

He threw a stone at himself, "Pervert."

"And you?"

"... A big bad wolf." He admitted and scooped her up from the couch. 

He was going to the bedroom when Aarvi retorted, "Ronron, I need to cook."

"We will eat out." After lunch, they could look for shop outlets for her. He would be at ease once conforming she will be at a good location.

"I am tired." She was really tired.

Aaron paused with a silly smirk on his face, "I was planning a shower to go out, Cupcake… Hmmm, let me fill your appetite too."

Aarvi: "..."

The rest was history…

Roach was happy with his separate space, he bought some gym equipment for his place though Aarvi offered him to use the gym room she had in the villa. He had no plans to be a weed between couples.

Whenever Aarvi was with Aaron, he tried to know the surroundings of the regency, the roads, and places Aarvi might have to take often while living. He also made himself aware of the local rules and traditions. He could say Aarvi chose the place after careful consideration, anyway he was preparing for the worst scenario too.

Since Aarvi didn't have many requirements for the flower shop, she soon liked a corner shop at an intersection that had half glass-roofed and glass-walled on two sides and another half of the shop was behind the wall. There was enough space to be creative and install a huge refrigerator. 

It looked like an open shop with good sunlight. It would attract people easily if she manages perfectly. Though Aaron wouldn't prefer to shop at the intersection, seeing her excited, he accepted too. The shop was closer to his medical center, if he had just an hour of free time, he could easily drop by and spend about half an hour with her.

It was soon a day, Aaron reported to the work and study journey of his life. And right on the first day, Aarvi had dinner alone with no appetite. It was the next evening when he came home, exhausted and with no sleep. She fed him early dinner, after a bath he went to bed, taking her with him.

Aarvi realized it was going to be tougher than she thought, more difficult for him than her. Managing her emotions, she took care of the flowers shop that soon started after renovation and took care of her husband who hardly came home on time with an unexhausted body.

Aaron expected her to cry soon, disliking his routine but she was always high spirited, calming him instead. He was aware that her endurance level was quite high and stubborn to support him till the end. To keep him worry-free, she was focusing on her health too.

A month crawled torturously slow. Aaron thought her plan might have failed as she never appeared at the medical center as she was planning before.

One day he was having his cold lunch from the cafeteria and messaging her while sitting with other colleagues too. His colleagues who were sitting in front of him suddenly stopped eating and looked behind him.

"Who is she?"

"A new doctor?"

"She must be." The cafeteria was open only for the doctors working there.

Aaron didn't care and continued to eat. 

"She is looking for somebody, I guess."

"She is looking at us."

"She is coming here."

Aaron: "..."

He couldn't believe the studious doctors were giving commentary on a lady doctor. 

The lady colleague gasped recalling the picture she had seen on Aaron's mobile lock screen, "Doctor Rivas, your wife."

That's when Aaron turned and saw his wife coming towards him, hiding her bright smile. It had been very long he had seen her this happy, 'Looks like her plan worked.'

Aarvi ignored the eyes and stood next to Aaron, "Mind if I join, Doctor Rivas?" She lifted her hand showing the three big thermoses in her hands.

The doctor slowly ate, watching the couple. They always saw him smile while talking with his wife over the phone call. Now they know the reason. His wife wasn't only beautiful, flirts with him all the time.

"Cafeteria is only for doctors, Mrs. Rivas." Aaron tried to know how she was able to manage coming here.

Aarvi left the lunch on the table as she responded, "Directors have the freedom to bring their family, Doctor Rivas." Then she turned to the door, causing everyone to look at the door. 

Connor, who was speaking with the chairman of the center, smiled at his daughter-in-law. Though Zelda wished Aaron to study at the best university, Jordan and others were reluctant. They knew Aarvi would follow Aaron yet they wouldn't get time with each other. The distance, no time, miscommunication could strain the relationship.

That's when Aarvi came up with Connor becoming director at the institute. He had experience and was eligible for the post. Connor was willing and the family liked that as Aarvi wouldn't be alone. Director had a day off every week and specified work time. Upon all that, she will get the freedom to meet Aaron whenever he will be free. The only constraint was, she should be careful without hindering anybody's work.

Initially, Aarvi applied for Connor's application for the post of director. Since they didn't receive a response any sooner, Aaron was kept in the dark. She had to request Jaxon who sent a recommendation. 

She was about to give up that too when Connor called her two days ago and informed her that he was flying there. He reached in the morning and reported immediately so there she was.

Everyone was speechless.

Aaron didn't know what to tell his wife. He wasn't sure if he was content to see her happy or at the thought of them seeing each other every day even if it's for a brief minute. His wife would be happy with just a hug or kiss on her forehead, probably a simple smile would work too.

Sighing to himself, he stood up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Then he introduced her to his team of colleagues who are under the same senior professor. "My beautiful wife, Aarvi Rivas." They weren't using the Evans name unless it is required to write or say the maiden's name. "Owner of a pretty flower shop." They weren't going to tell her as Skylar president either unless she opens a branch.

Since all those colleagues were from different parts of the world, they didn't know Aaron and Aarvi's real identity. Those doctors didn't have time to gossip.

"Hello, Mrs. Rivas." A few greeted in unison and a few nodded in greet.

Aarvi cut in before they started the introduction, "I know you guys don't get enough time for lunch. How about talking while eating? This should be sufficient for all." She pointed at the thermos.

A basic rule, keep the closely-working colleagues happy to avoid them complaining against her. Everyone will be happy if they got yummy delicious food.

Who would like cold food? Everyone dug in. Aarvi asked Aaron to eat before they were summoned. "I will eat with Dad, Ronron. Have it before it turns cold."

That day forward, the group almost every day had healthy and appetizing food delivered regularly by Aarvi, rarely Connor. So more than Aaron, his colleagues expected her arrival.. Whereas Aaron, who wasn't getting a chance to take care of his wife or tend to her needs, felt bad seeing her working so hard.

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