14| Jealous?
"Tere ishq pe, tere waqt pe bas hak hai ek mera
Teri ruh pe, Tere jism pe bas hak hai ek mera"
I squirm and open my eyes as the bright sun rays cascades over my face. Feeling my head too heavy, my blurry vision falls on the glass ceiling, I rub my eyes for a few minutes and turn my head towards the other side, a relaxing smile makes its way to my lips.
Thank God, he is not here.
As I try to get up from the laying position, A jolt of unbearable pain runs through my lower body, across my legs and especially near my core, making me fall back on the mattress.
I close my eyes tightly and wrap my arms around the belly to ease the pain.
My eyes shoot open and face drains off colours as soon as the remembrance of last night hits my mind.
My eyes rove over my body, all I'm wearing is his black shirt.
I didn't know what happened to me Last night, I was drunk, too drunk and I lost my control eventually. My cheeks heat up as my gaze falls on the hickeys all over my body. Ignoring all my pain, once again I try to get up, but the pain is too much- this man had eaten me raw.
My feet tremble as I set them on the floor and manage to stand up. I make my way out with faltering steps. Passing from the corridor, I stop near his gym area which is on the same floor.
Pausing for a minute, I take a silent step inside and glance around. After Taking the view of this area, I step in further without making any sound, Keeping in mind that he must be here.
"What about the drugs?" His voice suddenly reaches me and I hide myself behind the pole.
"If I find any mistake in this deal, then I'll make sure that your family won't be able to find even your body for the funeral, got it?"
My eyes remain intact to him, he is doing pushups on his single arm, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts.
His sweaty hair scatter on his forehead and sweat gleaming through his broad chest to his abs and triceps.
A Bluetooth connects to his ear as his entire focus is on the pushup counts.
He can't see me as his back is towards me, and above this I'm hiding myself.
"Get the jet ready, I'll leave for London tonight."
He is still talking on call while doing pushups and my eyes fixate on him.
"Drooling is a bad habit, wife." Goosebumps rise as I hear his voice. His eyes are still in the front, then how did he know I'm here? I didn't even make any sound.
I remain glued to my place until I hear his command "Come here."
I take a pause, tucking the strands of my hair behind my ears, I slowly walk towards him. He didn't turn his head towards me once as his focus is still on the deed he is performing.
Reaching him, I turn my head towards the other side and bite out "I... I was just- wait, how did you know that I'm here?"
Suddenly, grabbing my arm he pulls me under him in the push up position itself, making my eyes widen and lips part. While his intense eyes, gawking at me with desperation as he places both his arms on each side of mine.
"We'll have a work out together, now be a good wife and stay still under me." He leans down and pecks my lips while doing each pushup.
"I'm not your w-" I rage but my words cut off when he leans on my face this time. His dark serene eyes lock into mine, sending chills down my spine.
"Dare to complete your words." He says in low growl, his voice shadowed desire and anticipation, leaving me speechless. A heavy weight settles deep in my stomach and eventually sinks to my core as his warm breaths flowing on my face.
"And next time I don't want to hear these shits 'I'm not your wife' 'you can't control me' from your mouth."
He leans further and whispers near my ear "Are we clear, wife?" His voice Is cold and intense, making me tremble.
"Ye- yes." I breath as his hand slides under the shirt I'm wearing, his fingers trailing my inner thigh roughly.
"Good."
I try to get up, just then he turns me and now, he's laying on the floor and and I'm sitting on his chest. His one hand wraps around my neck and other on my waist in a tight grip. My legs are placed on both sides of his chest and hands make their may to his shoulders.
I look at him with amusement and confusion as a smirk playing on his lips deepens. We stay in the same position for a few more minutes.
"You are making me feel heaven." He places both his hands under his head while his eyes never leaving mine.
My cheeks turn crimson as soon as I recognise the meaning of his words. I'm wearing just his shirt and the position I'm sitting on his bare chest, my lower body is directly in contact with his chest. His smirk deepens as he notices the changing colour of my face.
Holding my waist, he stands up and I tighten my grip on his shoulders on the fear of falling. I wrap my legs around his torso as he head forward.
"Take me off." I snap at him.
"I think your legs are in not so good condition, even when I controlled myself last night." He scoffs, making my eyes narrow.
What does he mean by 'he controlled himself'?
Reaching the room, he takes me off in the bathroom. "Get ready, we have to go somewhere." He orders, taking his phone out of his pocket.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." I croak back, my tone raised and furious.
His steps halts in their way and he turn towards me. A dark shadow passes through his eyes and his jaw clenches. I gulp down my saliva, his gaze sending shivers down my spine and I start taking steps back, grabbing the fabric of the shirt in fists.
Grabbing my face roughly in his hands, he towers over head. His eyes blaze anger as he growls "You know what fireheart, I really hate when someone disrespects me. So next time your words and your actions should be in control if you don't want me to show you my worst side."
"Get ready fast, it's our first public appearance and I'll declare you mine officially." He croaks before leaving from there.
A drop of tears slides through my cheek and I close my eyes.
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I stand in front of the mirror, wearing an off shoulder black body cone dress, which hugs all my curves perfectly and features a medium neckline, giving a slight view of my cleavage. My slightly curl hairs settles in my left shoulder and light diamond jewellery completes the look.
I chose this for myself, and now there's no turning back. He will claim me like he does every time, but a part of myself is still stuck somewhere.
"Mam, sir is waiting for you outside." Lucie's faint voice turns my attention towards the door where she is standing. I nod my head slightly, taking a deep breath I settle my dress and head downstairs.
Reaching outside, my eyes fall on him who is standing leaning against his car, doing something in his phone. He is wearing a black three piece business suit, a cold enticing aurra surrounding him as he looks devilishly handsome.
He lifts his head and looks at me, I turn my head towards the other side immediately. He takes a step towards me and holding my hand he says "Don't try to put an act which will be problematic for you, Mrs. Oberoi."
He makes me sit in the back seat and sit beside me. I keep my head towards the window, feeling the cold wind touching my face, providing peace.
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Returning from my boxing practice, I rush towards Tara's, my five year old little sister's room. A big smile curling across my lips as I have made a princess castle for her in the garden. I was working on it for almost a week and wanted to give her a surprise.
I can do anything to see smile on her pretty face. Reaching her room, I glance around and my smile faints as I can't see her around. I went towards her toy room and then the wardrobe, but can't find anywhere.
"Princess? Where are you?" Restlessness fueling my tone as I scan every corner of her room but still didn't get a mere clue of her.
I head downstairs with impulsive steps, my eyes roaming all over the mansion to find her.
"Everyone here, right now" I growl as soon as I reach in the main hall. Withing seconds of my command, every servant and working staff gather in front of me.
"Where is Tara?" I ask Carla aunty, the head servant of the mansion.
"Sir, she is playing in her room only." She answers, nervousness is evident in her voice.
"She is not in her room, how can you be so irresponsible Carla aunty?" I crock, "go and find her dammit."
Hearing my command, they all went to search for her immediately.
Where did she gone? She's too young.
Cold sweat drops gleams through my forehead as I search in the whole mansion and then in the backyard where she usually plays, but can't find her anywhere.
Rage and fear runs through my veins, accompanied by a bulk of adrenaline.
God please, don't let anything happen to my princess, Please please please. I swear I won't leave her alone ever next time.
I immediately rush in the mansion back and pick the phone to call mom. My mom Diva Jindal, she's a business woman and went into an important business party of her company. Dad is out of the country.
I'm very stupid, I should have been careful.
Mom picks within two rings and I burst out in fear "Mom, Tara isn't here."
"What?" She panics.
"Yes, I have searched for her in the whole mansion, but she isn't anywhere." My voice breaking with dry breath.
"Wait, baby I'm coming. Don't panic, give the phone to Carla" she sighs, I give the phone to Carla aunty.
All of a sudden, something clicks In my mind and I run towars my room. My heart racing at the pace like it will pop out of my chest anytime. Reaching my room, I open the cupboard and heavenly satisfaction appears on my face.
She's sitting in the clothing corner, hugging her favourite teddy and hiding her face in it.
How can I forget that my cupboard is her favourite place to hide whenever she gets angry or sad.
"Princess?" I pick her in my arms gently, a relaxing smile curling my lips.
She pull out her face and rub her eyes with hands, "Bro?" She flutters her lashes adorably, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth, she says "I won't talk to you" A pout forms over lips as she starts sucking her lollipop again.
"And why so? What do I have done which made my princess angry?" I make her sit in bed and gently caress her hair.
Sucking on lollipop, she murmurs "wuhu fand waddie vour ood vois" (you and daddy are bad bois) fonly hii and fomma war food firles (Only me and momma are good girlies).
I pull out the lollipop from her mouth, and peck her nose "aap bol rahi ho to ham honge, par wajah to batao pehle."
{If you are saying so, then we must be, but tell me the reason first}
"I told daddy that I want to marry adrik, he's a prince and I'm a princess, and the princess is made for the prince, right?" She giggles, making me smile.
"But he laughed at me and placed a kiss on my cheek, you are also laughing, Tara won't talk to you." She folds her tiny arms upto her chest and turn her face towards the other side.
"I promise, I'll find a prince for my princess who will treat her like a queen, okay?" I take her hand in mine.
"Why not now?" She asks, narrowing her eyes.
"Cause no prince can handle this naughty girl, so we have to find a bad boy for you." I turn my head towards the door where mom and dad is standing.
"Momma, daddy" A bright smile appears on Tara's face after looking at them, she stands and runs towards them. Picking Tara in his arms, dad head inside accompanied by mom.
Dad sits on the sofa, settling tara on his lap and mom beside him and me beside mom.
"You both are getting naughty day by day, arsh you should take care of Tara and Tara, no lollipops and chocolates for a week" Mom scolds us and me and Tara look at other.
"Stop shouting at my kids Diva, their mom is equally naughty." Dad chuckles.
"Shut up Dhairya, at least not in front of kids" mom passes him a embarrassed smile.
Soon the room fills with our laughter.
(Present)
When the beautiful memories of the past hit you with the scary present, the feeling is too exhausting, and the same feeling is eating me from inside.
She didn't even want to see my face and me to connect her through anyway.
Since childhood, I've prioritised her wishes over anything, same I'm doing now.
But it doesn't mean that I'll let her ruin her life and suffer anything. She doesn't hate me, she can never but still all the things happening are sucking the soul out of my body. Breaking is not an option when it comes to her. I'll face all her resentment, her anger but not her tears.
I have to sort the things and I will do, by any means.
"Boss?"
Luca's voice reaches me but I didn't turn, my eyes and entire focus is still on the punching bag as I keep hitting it with force.
On that day when his car had a blast, carson's own man was sitting in it.
It was my plan and I didn't involve anyone in it, not even luca.
Carson planted the bomb aiming to kill me but I was fully aware of his intentions.
I intentionally used Luca's car to create this scenario and made him think that he succeeded in his planning.
And now, not only Carson but everyone is thinking that luca is dead, that's exactly what I want them to think, until I myself get into the things.
"I searched that place and got some information about that girl and other people there."
Without turning, I indicate him with my two fingers to speak. My entire focus is still on hitting the punching bag.
"Her name is inayat, age 19 years. The man we caught from there told that a woman sold her to the Sheikh when she was barely of three years. I found many people like her there, but she was kept separate from all of them."
I stop and start rubbing the bridge of my nose to control the anger evaporating inside me.
"They were working on a virus for 11 years, and this girl was specifically used for that experiment. They used to inject the virus inside her body and then the antidote to keep her alive."
"Where is that mother Fucker sheikh?" I growl while turning towards him.
"He's in jail." He Reply and forward a file towards me "These are her medical reports"
"Jail is not the deserving place for him, I'll drag him to death by myself." I take the file from his hand "Inayat will be with me until we find out about her family, and shift other people to the hospital.
"But boss, is it safe to keep that unknown girl with you? I mean-" I cut off his words saying "Did I asked for your opinion, luca?"
He shook is head in response.
"Remember, you will work on the back foot until I command you to come in front." I say, cracking my neck.
"Got it boss" he acknowledges and I head out.
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Reaching Jindal Mansion, my eyes fall on dad who is sitting in the living area, his face drains off any colours and his expressions indicating the agony washing over his mind.
I have never seen him like this, his head was always held high with pride and his eyes sparkled with the confidence of experience.
I went towards him and following his eyes, my gaze falls on the news.
I turn off the television.
"Dad?" I place a hand on his shoulder, my voice barely a whisper.
"So finally my son is here." Removing my hand from his shoulder, he stands of up. "Where is my daughter? You went to take her back, right? Then where is she?"
I have no answers of his questions but I can't see him breaking like this, I have to handle him.
"Dad, calm down... I-" He cuts me off saying "You failed as a brother, Arsh Jindal. Just because of you, my daughter, my princess. She is not with me." A pain filled smile curling over his face.
"He's your enemy, right? Then why did you involve Tara in this? My daughter didn't deserve all this but she's suffering just because of you" he croaks, each and every word coming out of his throat is piercing through my heart, aching it too the fullest.
"Please trust me, I'll bring her back-"
"Instead of giving fake hopes, better act, son." He growl and went towards his room.
For the first time in my life, I'm feeling like a loser- a big loser who couldn't save his sister's life. Dad is right, I failed as a Brother.
"A-arsh Bhai, th- that girl... She is bleeding." Kaira rush towards me, sighing.
"What?"
"I- I don't know what happened to her suddenly" she huffs, I immediately rush towards her room.
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Breath, finally I'm able to fetch some fresh breath as he allowed me to come to my studio after that press conference, with his giant bodyguards surrounding my studio all around. This is the only place which can heal me to some extent and help to overcome all this.
Hazel, Ryan, Alex and Me are sitting in my recording room. Alex and I are going to perform together in an important music event in Nigeria, so we are preparing for it while hazel and Ryan are accompanying us in the practice.
Picking up my guitar, I tangle my fingers within the strings and play the notes, Alex follows me along and hazel giggles while looking at us.
I have no such interest in english songs so I have chosen few hindi songs to perform and Alex will sing those hindi songs along me in his American accent- cute.
"Hai Dil ye mera, mujhe har dam ye puchhta
Kyun hai mujhe tujhse itni wafa" I start with the lyrics and Alex follows me.
"Hhai dhil ye meraaah, mhjuhe har dham ye...."
Listening to his American Hindi, hazel and I burst out in laughter while he is looking at us with confusion and innocence.
"Let me click a picture of you both." Hazel stands up, picking her phone. Even when I refused her, she still clicked our picture and above this, she forced me to post it with the caption "My gawking man."
Alex has to leave because of some emergency and we are also about to wrap up. I wanted to leave earlier but Ryan and hazel convinced me to stay a little longer.
After wrapping up, We went to the nearby restaurant to hang out. Hazel orders hot chocolate for me and black coffee for both of them, meanwhile I'm enjoying the beautiful view of New York City from this colossal window.
I shift my eyes from the window to the other side and my eyes widen with shock as soon as I see Aayansh rushing towards me. His eyes darken with anger and possessiveness, lock into my face.
Reaching me, he grabs my arm and makes me stand. Shivers wrack through my spine as my eyes meet with his burning ones, as if he'll kill someone.
Hazel stands up and holds my other hand saying "Hey, what are-"
"Leave My Wife's Hand if you don't want to die." He growls, his voice cold and dark enough to tremble someone's entire existence. He pulls me towards him, everyone stares at us with amusement.
Holding my hand, he heads outside without caring about anyone.
"Wh- what are you doing, Aayansh? Leave my hand." He ignores all my pleas, tightening his grip on my wrist, he almost drags me with him.
Reaching outside, he pins me against his car and places his hands on both my sides. I stare at him confusion and fear while his eyes blazes something carnal and dangerous.
"How dare you let that mother fucker come near you, hmm?" His head towering over me, making me shudder as he demands an answer.
For a few moments, I can't recognise whom he is talking about. But then instantly, Alex clicks in my mind. So he is talking about him? But he didn't even touch me. We just clicked a picture together.
What is wrong with this man? Why he always leaves me amused with his psycho acts?
"Jealous enough?" I ask him, my voice came out as mere whisper.
He takes a pause and closes his eyes, after rubbing his left brow with his thumb for a few seconds, his blood shot red eyes shoot open and nerves taut.
I didn't let the fear running in my veins display on my face, my hands curl into fists and breath goes uneven with his glare.
"Let me cut him into pieces and adorn our room's wall with them, then I'll show you what jealousy means." He tightens his grip over my waist, making me feel suffocated.
He leans down further and whispers in my ear "And trust me, You won't like it, wife." His voice is cold, making goosebumps arise in my body in an instant.
"What did you do to Alex?" I ask as soon as I notice blood drops on his clothes, my voice cracks with fear.
An evil smirk makes its way to his lips as he whispers again "It was your mistake, Now take it as a lesson. From next time, Whoever comes close to you, I'll mercilessly kill them in front of your eyes."
He bites on the shell of my ear and a gasp leaves my mouth "And I fucking mean it."
I went blank for a moment. He killed Alex, Because of me he killed him. Tears makes their way to my eyes and my steps falter.
"Get in the car" He orders, "Now."
A jolt of fear runs down my spine. Without uttering a single word, I sit in the car.
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Curling myself in me, I bury my face in the pillow. Tears blur my vision as I sob. How can he kill someone so easily? All this happened because of me. He killed Alex because of me.
I can't stay with him, he's a monster. I want to go away from everything, from everyone and especially from him.
"Mam, your dinner." I pull out my face to look at lucie who is standing at the door, holding dinner's trolley.
I didn't want to eat anything, but I can't even refuse as last time when I did, he fed me with his own hands.
As much as I hate to say this, but can't deny that he controls me in every way.
I get up and sit in bed, "Lucie, where is he?"
"Mam, sir has left for London" she says. Arranging the dinner on the coffee table, she leaves the room. I remember in the morning, he was talking about it on call. A wave of satisfaction runs inside me.
I can't miss this chance.
I get up from the bed and take out my phone to call Alie. She picks within a single ring and without letting her say a word, I speak "Alie, I need your help, will you-" she cuts me off "So finally the bitch remembered me, where were you last night?"
"I don't want to talk about last night" I croak, "will you help me or not?"
"Are you okay? Did that bastard husband of yours do something? That khamina, kharamjala khut-"
"Alie please." I take a deep breath.
"Fine." she sighs.
"Can you arrange a jet for me?" I bite my lower lip out of nervousness, waiting for a positive response.
"What? But why, where are you going?" She almost yells with amusement.
"I want to go Australia, I just want to go away from everyone. I'll tell you everything afterwards, can you please do this favour to me?" I say it all in a single breathe.
If I myself try to do anything, then I'll surely be caught. But Alie's dad has their own travelling company, so she can help me out without being in anyone's attention.
"Of course baby, when you need a jet?" She murmurs, her voice drips concern.
I knew it, she will definitely help me out in this situation.
"If I say Within an hour?" I stand up and went towards the balcony. I know it is near to impossible but I didn't have time, I just want to leave New York as soon as possible.
"Okay I'll arrange it, let me talk to Father." She says, making me smile.
"Really? Is it possible? I mean, please no one should know about this, please." I request her, glancing outside where guards are standing, holding guns in their hands.
"Don't worry, I'll especially take care of this." She negotiates.
"Thank you so much, Alie. I love you" I hang up the call and try to normalise my breath.
After around fifteen minutes, my phone rings. I pick it up immediately, it is Alie's call.
"Your jet is ready." She speaks as soon as I pick the call, her voice calm and concerned as she continues "I have sent a car to pick you up, it will drop you to the hellypad, okay?"
"Really? thank you so much." I huff, walking through the room.
"Go to hell, and take care of yourself there." she snarls.
I'm already living in hell.
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I'm sitting in the car, wearing a coffee brown turtle neck sweater with an overcoat and warm leather jeans, my hair tied into a messy pony tail. Uneasiness and a strange washing over my mind.
This time, the new guards didn't stop me as he already refused them to prevent me from doing anything, saying "Only I will control my wife"- bastard.
But it's the last time, after this I'll be free. This is the last time Tara, yes.
I bite my lower lip out of nervousness and glance outside the window, it is dark everywhere. I remember my condition last night, I was broken but now I'm going away from everyone and everything. I let the refreshing cold wind touch my face and close my eyes to feel it.
After around half an hour, driver stops the car and I step outside. My eyes rove over the place. It is dark yet luxurious, looking like someone's private helly pad, but Alie didn't informed me about this.
I didn't carry anything with me cause it is of no worth. I don't know why, but as I'm heading forward, a strange fear and anxiety is hovering over my mind. It feels like someone is watching my every step, very closely.
"Come this way, mam" The driver steps out and guides the steps. I follow him, glancing around. My heart beat fastens with every step I'm taking forward. Why there's no one here instead of us? I mean literally no one.
We reach in front of the jet, it is black and different from the normal ones.
Getting an indication from that man, I stand in front of the jet and the door opens immediately. Taking a deep breath, I step inside and the door shuts close immediately, making my eyes widen and heart racing.
I don't know why but It's scary.
I make my way ahead with slow steps, maintaining my composure. It's completely different and dark from inside also, and there's no one. Complete silence.
I sit on the sofa and close my eyes, getting rid of my overcoat, I keep my hand on my chest to calm my racing heart.
"I'm going away from him, forever." I breathe, keeping my eyes close.