47. Mesirable
Her boldness had left me stunned, but it also ignited a fire within me.
I had never expected her to have such a feisty side, but her intense attitude and fierce expressions were a major turn-on.
If the situation was different, I would have taken her hard and rough, satisfying my deepest desires.
But circumstances had led to the truth being revealed in an unexpected way, leaving me to deal with the consequences.
I look into her eyes and hold her cheeks gently, my voice firm yet gentle "Jaan, listen to me.
"She looks at me, frustrated and on edge "Kya Vansh, kya sunu?
" she yells, her voice filled with anger and resistance.
She is the only woman who can get away with yelling at me without consequence.
I watch as she reluctantly sits on the bed, her frustration still palpable.
I kneel down in front of her, holding onto her legs, my tone soft yet firm.
(What vansh? Listen what?)
I look deep into her eyes, my voice filled with regret and longing "I'm sorry jaan.
.. I'm truly sorry. Just tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness.
" She looks at me, hurt and angry, and her response cuts through the silence.
"Leave me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.Her words hit me like a dagger, leaving me feeling desperate and afraid.
A wave of panic courses through me, and my voice trembles as I speak.
"What are you saying?" trying to control the fear rising within me.
She looks at me, her expression pained but determined.My heart sinks even more as she stands up and walks away from the bed. I watch as she announces "need time... I'm leaving tomorrow for shoot in Delhi... I'll be back in a week"
"Where are you going now?" I ask, concerned about her sudden departure.
"I have a flight at 4, I'm packing " she said packing her clothes.
I watch her pack her clothes, feeling a pang of sadness as she prepares for her flight.
I respond with a simple "Okay," knowing that she needs time alone.
Reluctantly, I walk out of the room, giving her the space she requested for a week.
In my anger and frustration, I storm into my office, picking up anything within reach and throwing it across the room.
The sound of glass breaking and things shattering echoes through the air as I vent my anger, destroying everything in sight.
After wreaking havoc, I grab a bottle of alcohol and start drinking, trying to numb the pain and anger that's consuming me.
Onupam came into the office and informed me that Sarah had left for her flight.
I was so lost in my anger and alcohol-induced haze that I didn't even realize when I had fallen asleep.
Waking up in a daze, I slowly become aware of the world around me.
My head is pounding, and I realize the extent of my miserable state.
Despite feeling terrible, rage and hurt build within me as I call Sarah repeatedly, only to be left with my messages on seen and my calls ignored.
I heard that Vivaan had left for Thailand with Lavanya, and the entire family believed it was for their honeymoon.
However, deep down, I knew the truth. He had left for his sanity, to escape the toxic atmosphere and find some peace for himself.
I throw myself into work, trying to keep my mind occupied and away from thoughts of Sarah.
Despite my efforts, images of her beautiful face and fiery attitude constantly flood my mind, making it difficult to focus.
A week later
I felt like I was losing my mind without her by my side.
I took my frustration out on my employees, shouting and lashing out at them for no reason.
My anger and despair continued to build during the entire week.
Insomnia gripped me tightly, making it impossible to sleep even for a minute.
The loneliness and solitude pressed down on me, making the nights feel endless.
Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Come in" i roars Lux, slowly entered the room, looking slightly nervous under my glare. I was in a foul mood, and my voice is harsh and hoarse. "S-sir ms.bhardwaj come and s-she is creating scene" he stutters as he informs, I rise from my seat in anticipation.
I step out of my office and see her standing there, looking defiant yet vulnerable. My voice is sharp and angry as I yell "what the fuck are you doing here?" The security guard releases her, and she runs towards me.
"Babyyy, I missed you...i heard that bitch is out of city.
.. please give me a chance" she clings onto me, her voice pleading as she talks about missing me.
I feel anger rise within me. I tightly grip her hair and glare at her, my voice full of warning.
"Get off me, or I'll destroy your career. Don't push me."
She laughs in my face, mocking me "you pathetic man.
..thank God she left you or you'll also ruin her like me" Her words cut deep, filling me with anger and resentment.
I watch her storm out of the room, then storm back into my office, pouring myself a glass of alcohol.
The bitterness lingers in the air, along with the shattered remnants of my own sanity.
"How are you brother?" Ishaan steps into my office, his presence making me irritated.
I snap at him, my voice loud and harsh. "What the hell are you doing here?
" "Oh oh!! Bhai no hii hello" he smirks and sit on the chair infront of my desk.
I glare at him ashe pours himself a drink and starts to speak.
His words are pointed, a subtle jab at my recent experiences.
"Mard aurat ko kamjor samajhta jabtak use ye nhi pata chal jata ki aurat hi unki sab se badi kamjori h"
("Men consider women weak until they realize that women are their biggest weakness")
He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes glued on me, waiting for my reaction.
"Ye kehne ke liye aaya h tu yaha?" I asked "Ek jaruri baat batane aaya hu" he said drinking I can feel anger bubbling within me, but I maintain a cold exterior.
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Vo baat tu apne gand me daal le" i sneered "daal leta agar tujhe jarurat nhi hoti" He laughs at my retort, his smug expression pissing me off even more.
I can feel the anger rising within me, but I try to maintain my composure.
(Have you come here to say this?")
("I have come to tell you one important thing)
("Put that thing in your ass)
(I'll take it if you don't need it)
"Jasmine ne bhi kuch aese hi react Kiya tha jab use mere mafia hone ka sach pata chala tha" he said "To?
Or tujh jaise harami ne use pahle hi pregnant kr diya tha ki vo tujhe chodh kr kahi ja hi na sake" i Said, he again laughed "yahi to Mera point of view h bro .
.tu soch teri shadi ko mahine ho gae h, or tune protection use nhi Kiya hoga" His words cut through me, and I can feel my heart sinking with each passing word.
The mention of not using protection during marriage hits a nerve, and I look at him in confusion.
(Jasmine also reacted in a similar way when she found out the truth about me being a mafia)
(It's been months since the wedding, and tune protection would not have been used)
("So? And you, being the heartless bastard you are, knocked her up before she even had a chance to leave.")
"How do you know that?" I ask, "Tere faaltu sawaal se pata chalta h ki tera vo niche wala merse thoda chota h" he laughs "Bakwas band kr warna kaat dunga " I warned, He continues to laugh at me, his mockery fueled by my faltering demeanor.
His comment about my "below" being slightly smaller than his makes my blood boil.
(Stop nonsense)
"Tujhe lagta h ki sarah pregnant ho sakti h?
" He suddenly brings up the possibility of Sarah being pregnant, and I feel a pang of fear.
I know it's a possibility, but I don't want to admit it.
"What makes you think that she could be?
" I ask. "Maine kal raat ko jasmine ko sarah se baat karte sunah tha dono pregnancy ki baat kr rahe the, jasmine to pregnant h nahi or kon ho sakta h " he said His words shock me, The thought of Sarah being pregnant floods my mind, but I try to keep my emotions hidden.
(Do you think Sarah could become pregnant?")
(I heard Jasmine talking to Sarah last night, both were talking about pregnancy, Jasmine is not pregnant, who else could be pregnant)