36. Her promise
"Please s-sir I'm so s-sorry—ahhh" that staff screams who hurt my love.
I laugh coldly at his vulnerability.
How can anyone think that I'll let go whoever hurt my love.
"Bhai ab chodh de mar jaega vo" ishaan said.
I rose from my chair glaring at the man before me crumbles, his hands pressed against his wounds, his body bruised and beaten.
He is crying, his tears are mixed with blood as he looks up at me, fear and pain in his eyes.
The tension in the air hangs heavy, the sound of his sobs filling the space.
(Brother, leave him now, he will die")
I smirks "onupam take him to hospital and you.
. don't tell anyone about this or... you'll be grounded" I warned that staff.
Onupam follows my command, and the man is dragged away from the room, whimpering and sobbing, his body limp with pain and regret.
The tension in the room clears as the man leaves, leaving behind the scent of fear and tears.
"Apne gusse ko kaabu kar mere yaar" ishaan said placing his hand on my shoulder. "Kaise karu, man to kar raha tha ki insaan ka apne haatho se gala ghot kar maar du" i greeted. "Lekin isme iski kya galti yaar..ye bhi to apna kaam hi to kar raha tha" ishaan said sipping his whiskey.
(control your anger my friend)
(How should I do it, I felt like strangling the man with my hands and killing him)
(But what is his fault in this friend…he was also doing his work)
"Waise sarah kaisi h?" He asked. "Abhi thik h araam kar rahi h" i said. "Jaa use Teri jarurat h" he said, i nodded storming out of the basement who's second door is connected to my office, behind the shelve.
(By the way how is sarah?)
(Now she is fine and resting)
(Go, she needs you)
I change my clothes, the bloody garment discarded as i rid myself of the remnants of the violent incident. The room is quiet, the only sound is the rustling of my clothes, the air carrying a tinge of sadness and fear, the memories of the incident lingering in the air.
I enter my room, the quiet filling my mind, the silence in contrast to the tension i have faced. Despite the calm, the memories of the incident linger, the image of the beaten man replaying in your mind, your heart filled with a mix of satisfaction.
Sarah sleeps peacefully, her form visible under the blankets, her expression soft with relaxation in her sleep.
Her arms are tucked under the cloth, her chest rising and falling with each breath, the blanket covering parts of her face, her hair tousled and messy, her presence calming and comforting in the quiet of the room.
Her sleep seeming undisturbed as i slide into the bed beside her.
Her breath is steady, her body still. She doesn't stir as i get into bed, her eyes remaining shut, her head turned towards me slightly.
She stirs slightly in her sleep, as if instinctively reaching for my touch, my presence comforting to her even in her sleep.
SHe remains asleep, unaware of my embrace, her body shifting closer, her arms gently finding their way around me as if seeking my warmth even in her sleep.
(I can now walk on my own, please put me down)
"Aaj pura ek hafta ho gya h or main theek bhi ho gayi hu ab aapko office Jana chahiye" she said with a face that melt my heart in a second , how can I deny my beautiful jaan?. "Okay fine but" i said making her confused.
("It's been a week today and I am fine too, now you should go to the office)
"But?" She asked. "Aapko mujhe kuch Dena hoga" i said smirking inwardly. "Kya?" She asked curiously. I lean close to her ears making her breath hitched. "Vo main waqt aane pe bataunga abhi ke liye bas aap promise kr dijiye" i said.
(you have to give me something)
(What?)
("I will tell you when the time comes, for now just promise me")
"Okay promise, now go" she promised. I move backwards after pecking her forehead.
"Jaisa aapka hukm jaan" with that i head upstairs.
I shower quickly, the running water provides a soothing background, its warmth and soothing hum a contrast to the sounds of the house, a moment of tranquility in the hustle of life.
Despite the speed, my mind still lingers on sarah's expression, the memory fresh, her gaze of admiration and amusement a comforting thought in your mind.
(as your order dear)
I change into one of my suit, the fabric clings to my body, highlighting your muscles. I pause in the mirror, taking a moment to check my outfit, the tailoring enhancing my appearance, the suit adding an elegance to my body.
I head downstair to found sarah and sabiya aunty, engrossed in conversation.
They talk in hushed voices, their laughing stops at the moment i enter, their conversation cut short as they notice me.
The air hangs with the scent of breakfast, the aroma filling the space, the scent reminiscent of your morning routine.
"I'll be back soon" i pecked Sarah's lips, which she nodded in reply while blushing.
My desire to kiss sarah until her lips swollen lingering in my mind but the presence of sabiya aunty holds me back.
It's not like I care much for others but I don't want to feel embarrassed infront of aunty.
I step outside, the cold air hitting my face.
My expression is back to its usual aloofness, a mask of coolness covering my internal emotions.
The contrast between my outer demeanor and the thoughts coursing through my mind, the desire to take sarah is growing evidently but i controlled myself much but just sometime more then I'll have her, take her, eat her, fuck her.
I sit inside the car heading to my office. In some minutes car car came to a stop.
I enter my office, the scent of the space comforting, the scent of polished wood and leather fills the space.
The employees notice me, their heads instinctively bowing as they respectfully greet me, their voices a quiet murmur of "good morning, sir.
" I pass by, my stoic expression in place, my eyes holding a subtle authority, the quiet respect in the air.
I manage to focus on my work, the endless reports and meetings keeping my mind occupied.
However, the thought of sarah still lingers, like a persistent itch at the back of my mind, the memory of her presence a distracting force.
It takes some effort to bury it, my composure slipping at times, my thoughts finding their way back to her, the desire to see her, to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her, just simmering beneath the surface.
I smirks inwardly with my thoughts about her promise and now I'm going to.....??
My answer: very honestly, first of all this question come in my mind when yesterday I was scrolling through Wattpad for an interesting novel to occupy my time then a novel attract, it was a story of a married man who loved his wife very much but because of unexpected surcumtances he has to marry a young girl, he didn't give her second wife her right on him and didn't even tell his first wife about his second marriage but after time he realises that he fell in love with his second wife, siriously?
How can anyone love two person equally?.
After that he confessed her and give her second her rights and after that eventually his first wife got to know about his secret Little wife, after a lot of arguments and runaway they all got to a conclusion and live happily together.
What are your thoughts about it?
Tbh i don't even about my husband having another woman, it duscust me.