29| Little seductress.
"The World called him dangerous, He was my safe"
"Her condition is getting worse Bhai, and I don't want to tell arsh about it.
He has his own life and problems, between this, I don't want to mess his life further by telling him about Inayat.
" Diya exclaims, looking at Karan who is sitting in front of her, reading inayat's medical reports carefully.
Karan is Diya's elder brother and also a Neurologist who is handling inayat's case and they are in Karan's own hospital.
"I'm getting your point Diya, but she's too young to bear all this, the therapies and procedure won't be easy for her.
Her half body is already paralyzed, do you even understand the severity of this?
We can't move to the surgery directly" Karan says, removing his specs and keeping the file aside.
His voice thick with severity and a kind of disappointment.
"Don't we have any other alternative than surgery?" She asks, hoping for a positive response.
"It's a clear 'No', she's underdeveloped both mentally and physically according to her age, and-" the ringing of Diya's phone cuts him off and as she sees the name flashing on the screen, a serene smile blooms over her face as it's arsh's call.
"You Love arsh, right?" Karan asks raising his eyebrows slightly, noticing the instant change in her demeanor and she hesitates a bit.
Trying to sound neutral, she murmurs "No bhai, what made you think like that?"
"Come on Diya, I'm your brother, I know that you Love him since you didn't even know the meaning of 'Love', and I think he loves you too" He says, passing her an assuring and soothing smile.
A slight flush creeps over her face as she hears him and answers "Maybe," her phone rings again, excusing Karan, she makes her way out from his cabin and her smile fades after hearing arsh's tone as she picks the call.
"Did you call Tara?" Arsh almost growls from the other end.
"What happened, arsh, are you-?" He cuts her off "Yes or No?"
"Yes, I did" she says without any hesitation.
"How-dare-you?" His voice turns colder and hearing his tone, Diya's eyes get moist and her fists clenches.
"I just said the truth" she mumbles, trying to hide the heaviness in her voice.
"Truth? You know the truth?" He asks, anger fueling his tone and after hearing this, diya's mouth snaps shut.
"When you don't know about something, then fucking learn to stay out of those things Diya Malhotra, and especially from my sister, got it?" His voice is straight, leaving her stunned for a moment as he never talked to her like this.
"Fine" she sighs, a tear slides down her cheek.
Taking a pause and composing himself, In a calm voice, arsh asks again "How is inayat now?"
Her jaw clenches after hearing inayat's name from his mouth and she lies "She's completely fine now, actually, I'm sorry I impulsively called you that day, but now she's perfect and sleeping in her room"
He doesn't say anything and diya continues "Arsh, you should stop asking about Inayat now, you have your own life and-"
He hinders her saying "What should I do or what I shouldn't, I know that very well, And Inayat is no separate than my life, hope you'll keep this thing in your mind next time.
Well, with her, take care of yourself too.
" He concludes and hangs up the call, while Diya's heart clenches on his words and she keeps standing there quietly for a few moments.
"Diya Malhotra?" A hoarse voice from behind brings her out of her grief and she turns to look there where senior police officers are standing, staring at her with a hard and suspicious gaze.
"Yes" she frowns "what's wrong?"
"Your legal investigation license is banned permanently, and you are under arrest" senior officer informs and two female officers start locking her hands with the handcuffs.
"What the hell?" She rages out, trying to free herself "what did I have done officer? You can't-"
The Senior officer warns her "Shut up or else we won't hesitate before tying your mouth too"
Her mouth shuts close as she knows that her protests will only complicate the things.
"They both are well trained, boss, I'm sure they won't get caught and through them, you can make sure about princess's safety too" Luca says, looking at arsh who is doing something in his laptop.
"This overconfidence, just because of this we couldn't stop him at the cruise and everything happened as he wanted" arsh murmurs, without looking at him.
"Fuck everything, only Tara matters to me, I know he won't harm her, but she isn't safe with him either, Luca.
Tara is herself a Mafia princess, but I never involved her in these things cause once you get stuck here, there's no escape from this darkness. "
"Boss, that's why I have sent them, at least we'll get some information through them." Luca sighs, concern and affection dripping from his face.
"You could have asked me before doing this stupidity? Couldn't you?" Arsh asks, his voice firm yet raged at the same time.
"Sorry boss, I thought-" Dhairya's voice from behind halts his words saying "Does my son have just 2 minutes to talk to me?"
Arsh turns towards dhairya who is standing at the door, he stands up and indicates luca to leave which he immediately follows and leaves the room.
Taking a deep breath and without meeting his eyes with arsh intentionally, dhairya says "Tara's Biological parents are Tarun and Ira, Ye baat us tak nahi pahuchni chahiye"
[This thing should not reach her]
"Are you serious, dad?" Arsh frowns, disbelief coating his tone "Do you still think you can hide all this?
Isi sab ki wajah se aaj meri behen hamse door hai, aur kab tak chhupaane wale hai aap ye sab usse?
Kabhi to pata chalega hi na use ki aapne kya Kiya tha uske parents ke saath"
[Because of all this, today my sister is away from us, and for how long are you going to hide all this from her? Someday she will definitely come to know what you did to her parents]
"Mind your words arsh, you are talking to your father" Dhairya rages out, a hint of both guilt and disappointment is evident in his tone.
"Of course, I'm talking to my father" arsh murmurs, his tone dripping with sarcasm "And I very well know what I'm talking about"
"Then what do you want, ye sab apni beti ko batakar uska dil phir tod dun main? Do you really think she'll be able to handle that?" Dhairya exclaims, sitting on the sofa and massaging his temple.
[Should I tell all this to my daughter and break her heart again?]
Arsh sighs as his heart is clenching on even the thought of Tara knowing all this, cause possibly it might create more distance between them.
Keeping himself composed, he says "I too don't have the courage to break her heart again, Lekin use dhoke mein bhi nahi rakh sakta aur, she has the right to know about all this, Aur mai khud bataunga use, But this isn't the right time, I need to meet uncle before that"
[But I can't fool her either, she has the right to know about all this, and I will tell her myself]
"Tum uss aadmi se nahi miloge arsh, it's my order" Dhairya croaks, his voice straight and commanding.
[You will not meet that man Arsh]
"Sorry dad, Not this time" He concludes and makes his way out of the room, Leaving dhairya stunned.
In the conference hall, Aayansh is sitting on his head chair and Rivaan is with him, the clients and other members are also sitting on their chairs and everyone's faces are dripping with seriousness.
"но это оружие очень опасно, Будет ли безопасно отправлять их по государственному морскому маршруту?" A man in his mid fifties utters, he's dressed decently in Grey suit, a slight frown forming over his face. He's a Russian mafia, Ruslan Agargimov.
[But these arms are so dangerous, will it be safe to send them via the government sea route?]
"Это законная перевозка, г-н Агаргимов, поэтому вмешательство правительства здесь не имеет значения" Aayansh says, his voice cold and commanding as he roves his eyes through their faces. "Но помимо этого, рабочие также будут перевозиться по воздуху под моим контролем."
[It's a legal deal, Mr. Agargimov, so government interference doesn't matter here. But beside this, manual workers will also be transported through airways and in my supervision]
"But this Deal is already signed, Mr. Oberoi" Mr. Knight says, keeping his voice in check and low.
"And now it'll be resigned, completely on our terms Mr. Knight" Rivaan informs while Aayansh's eyes are fixed at knight who is hesitating with each word escaping his throat, Aayansh is noticing his changing deameanor quietly.
Leaning on his chair and Looking at everyone once, Aayansh declares "Deal was already signed and now-"
Knight cuts him off in a shivering voice "But This is wrong"
Hearing him, aayansh closes his and rubs his left brow with his thumb for a minute, seeing him like this, Rivaan sighs as he knows Aayansh's patience level very well.
"You know what knight" Aayansh opens his eyes and glares at knight, making him tremble "I hate when someone interrupts me when I'm talking, and this was your second last mistake" saying this, he shoots between his eyes, leaving everyone shocked and terrified except Rivaan.
A frightening silence hovers the place, no one even tries to gather the courage to speak a word where knight is lying dead on his chair, completely drenched in his own blood.
Giving a slight, menacing glance to everyone, Aayansh asks "Anyone else who has problem?"
No one dares to speak a word, their foreheads are drenched with cold sweat and fear crossing over their faces.
"Good" Aayansh stands up and ignoring them, he makes his way out. After a few minutes, he's standing in front of the glass wall of his cabin on the first floor, hitting slow puffs of his cigar when Rivaan's confused voice crackles from behind "Bhai, why did you kill knight?"
"Boht himmat aa gayi hai tum mein, jo mujhse sawal karne lage ho" He utters in his usual cold tone, without turning towards him and exhaling the smoke of his cigar in the air.
[You have gained a lot of courage to question me]
"No Bhai, I mean-" He cuts him off "Well it's good"
He sits on his chair, resting his head on the crown and rotating paper weight from his one hand, he continues "But it'll be better if you keep these guts in check in front of me, Rivaan"
"Sorry, bhai, I was just confused because he killed his own brother for us-"
He hinders him saying "Not for us, for himself" Rivaan looks at him with confusion whose eyes are close, as he's still rotating paper weight with his one hand.
"I intentionally signed the deal first with his brother as I knew this fucker would betray him, jo apne bhai ka nahi hua, wo mera kya hoga, and He was of no use to me, so he had to die"
Rivaan doesn't say anything, but his expressions are indicating the bewilderment in his mind.
I don't know if it's guilt or grief, I married Aayansh after breaking my brother's heart,
At that time I had completely become blind in my own grief and didn't think about him, I just wanted an escape and I found it in Aayansh.
The faint sound from the door drags me out of my thoughts and I immediately turn and close my eyes, knowing it's Aayansh at the door. I don't want him to see me like this, or know the reason I'm like this.
I don't move or open my eyes, pretending to be asleep as it's already midnight and I have been constantly crying since Diya's call.
He might be taking off his blazer as no such sound is reaching me and I continue what I'm doing.
"You are a good actor wife, but this won't work in front of me" as I hear his whisper in my ear, my eyes snap open and I stare at him who is leaning on me.
I get up and sit in bed while his eyes glue to my face but I try to avoid eye contact with him as my eye lids swollen slightly and I don't want him to notice that, but at the end, I'm not able to hide anything from him.
"Eyes up" He rasps, still staring at me as if he knows my situation. Taking a deep breath, I lift my eyes up to him slowly. Even after trying a lot, I'm not able to hold my tears back and they start shedding down my eyes as they meet with his.
I don't want to cry, especially in front of him.
"I didn't know my wife is such a cry baby" He teases, wiping out my tears with his thumb as he sits near me. In this situation too, he is making fun of me.
"I'm not a cry baby, you are" I hiss, trying to normalise myself.
"Really, when did you see me crying?" He asks with the same tone, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
With narrow eyes, I stare at him for a few minutes, unaware what I'm exactly feeling right now, I can't help but pull him in a hug, closing my eyes, I whisper "I don't know, I just want to cry"
"Then how about I give you better reasons to cry under me?" He husks in my ear, biting the earlobe and my cheeks heats up but I don't pull away, my arms are around his neck and his wrapping around my waist.
"Tum hamesha aise hi achhe rahoge na?" I sob, still clinging to him as I feel overwhelmed.
[You will always be this good, right?]
"Tum rahogi hamesha aisi wifey?" He asks, his voice low and intense, hiding something carnal as he continues "Duniya se alag, sirf meri bankar?"
[Will you be always like this, wifey? Separated from the world, just being mine?]
I detach and glare at him, my gaze freezes at dark blue orbs and I try to understand the meaning behind his words but I know I'll never be able to understand him.
Taking a pause, I whisper slowly "Haan"
He sneers, tugging the strands of my hair behind my forehead, he says "Aise promises nahi karne chahiye jinhe poora karte karte insaan ki dhajjiyan udd jaaye"
[One should not make such promises that a person gets ruined while fulfilling them]
Pressing a kiss against my cheek, he stands up and makes his way to the closet. He always leaves me stunned with his words and then, never answers properly.
I shake my head to ignore all this, Just then a knock from the door diverts my attention and I see there, two lady servants from new staff are standing with their heads bow, they both are especially appointed to take care of my needs.
Standing up and walking towards the couch, I permit them to come inside to collect the dinner dishes, after doing their job, when they are about to leave the room, I hear Aayansh's voice "Stop there"
I lift my head and look at him who is standing leaning against the closet room, he is still wearing his black shirt and pants. His face is unreadable and cold and his eyes are fixed at these servants, he has commanded them to stop.
"You both are here to take care of my wife's needs, right" He walks towards the couch and sits on it, crossing his legs, he tilts his head slightly and looks at me as he says "She needs help, help her" He takes out the cigar and presses it between his lips, meanwhile, I stare at him with confusion, trying to sense what is he doing or about to do.
"Yes ma'am, how can we help you?" One of those servants asks from me, her voice carrying nervousness.
I look at Aayansh who is enjoying his cigar care freely, unbothered by everything and his eyes are fixed at me.
"Ma'am anything serious, you need something? Please tell us" This time the other Servant asks after getting no response from me, what should I even say.
"Don't you know how to perform your job properly? If she isn't saying anything then the fault lies in you, ask again" He warns them, his voice turns darker and a wave of fear runs inside me as I witness him like this.
"Ma'am please tell us" one of those servants utters in a shivering voice, "Are you facing any problem? How can we help you, please tell us" removing my eyes from aayansh, I glance back at them and whimper "I don't-"
Before I can answer them, he grabs my wrist and pulls me on his lap, my heart almost skips a beat with his sudden action and my hands lands on his chest.
"You are too innocent wifey, Nazre mujhse hatane ki zarurat nahi thi" His fingers are snapping over my waist and his cold eyes are roving throughout my face, after a long time, I feel scared of him.
[There was no need to take your eyes off me]
He tilts his head and looks at the servants as he continues "Zarurat se zyada smart hona aur khud ko zarurat se zyada smart samajhna, dono boht alag cheezen hoti hain" My breath hitches when he takes out his gun from his pocket, while his dark eyes are fixed at them in front of us, I want to say but I'm not able to form the words.
[Being overly smart and thinking yourself overly smart are two very different things]
"Mere villa mein aaoge aur meri nazron se bach jaoge, itna confidence, or I can say overconfidence, kabhi kabhi maut ki wajah ban jata hai" His menacing and chilling voice is sending shivers down my spine, I clutch the hoody I'm wearing in my hands as he removes the safety lock of the gun.
[You will come to my villa and avoid my sight, so much confidence, and this overconfidence sometimes becomes the cause of death]
"Aayansh, wh- what are you-" He keeps his finger on my lips, making me shut as he whispers "Shh wife, relax, your only mistake is that you removed your eyes from me"
"Si- sir, it's not our mistake" one of those servants lifts her eyes, her forehead is drenched with cold sweat and she's herself trembling with fear.
"Nazre Neeche" He growls on her and I shiver, she immediately lowers her head again and begs "Sorry sir, We were sent to convey mam's information, it's not-"
[eyes down]
I turn my head immediately as I hear a gun shot, stumbling, she falls on the ground as Aayansh shot on one of her knees while I feel his eyes are still glued to my face, panic starts taking over my mind as I hear her painful screams and begging and I stutter "please don't do this, Aayansh, please"
"Sir please don't kill me, I- I will disappear, I won't ever show you my face, please leave me" the other's voice reaches me and my heart clenches on the thought of how can someone be this cruel.
"Look at me" He orders me but I don't react as I don't have the courage to look at him like this, doing him all this.
"Aayansh, she- she's crying, please leave her, please-" I fist his shirt tightly in my hands, tears start shedding down my close eyelids as I tremble.
"Wifey, I said Look-at-me" He warns again and I forcefully open my eyes, his face is hard, no emotions, no softness and not a bit of sympathy towards them, he's so scary and I can't see him like this.
"Leave them at least" I stumble on my words, trying to convince him "They are women, Aayansh, please" I look into his eyes with my tear filled eyes, but it doesn't affect him a bit.
"Dhokebaaz dhokebaaz hote hain wifey, And I don't care about gender" He shifts his dark eyes from me to them who are begging for their life, "My wife will decide your punishment, tell me fireheart, Is Dhokebaaz ko kya saza milni chahiye?"
[Cheaters are Cheaters, wifey]
[What punishment should this cheater get?]
I suck on my breath and the only words that escape my throat are "leave her, please" and with that, I hear another gun shot, my whole body shudder as a painful scream echoes within the room.
I don't look at them but soon everything turns silent, maybe they are dead.
Goosebumps crawl throughout my skin and terror takes over both my mind and heart.
Whenever I think that he's changed, he does something which leaves me stunned every time.
I sob, hiding my face in his chest as panic inside me is still the same, my chest heaving up and down as I try to control my breathing.
He throws the gun aside and holds my trembling body close to him, his arms encircling me which makes me feel both safe and vulnerable sometimes.
"Wakt zarur badal gaya hai wife" He kisses my cheek, caressing my neck, he says "Lekin mai aaj bhi wahi hun, kyunki wakt ke saath badalna Aayansh Oberoi ki fitrat mein nahi hai, aur mere liye dhokebaazon ki sirf ek saza hai, a brutal death"
[Times have certainly changed, wife, But I am still the same because changing with time is not in the nature of Aayansh Oberoi, and for me there is only one punishment for cheaters, a brutal death]
He's so evil, I never saw these things in front of me and now I feel like, I was living in a fairytale where everything was so beautiful and perfect, but he makes me realise every brutal reality of this world, his brutal world.
I don't say a word, only my sobs are heard in this silence as I'm still not able to process all this.
"That's it, your punishment is done wifey" He whispers, lifting me in his arms and I shrink myself without opening my eyes and fisting his shirt tightly in my hands, my body is still trembling with shock as he carries me ahead.
He lays me in bed but I remain clinging to him, not able to gather the courage of being alone.
Holding me the same way, I hear him commanding someone "Clean these shits from here"
"Why is-is it so easy for you to kill people?" I breathe, looking at him with a mix of disgust and disbelief.
His face remains the same as he wipes out my tears and looks into my eyes and he says "It's simple wifey, cause the only life that matters to me is your life" his voice is rough and emotionless and I know, my words won't affect him a bit.
"Bro, where are you?" I ask, looking around myself as I try to hold myself together.
"Tara, I'm here" I hear his voice from behind and turn to look for him but everything is so dark, I can't see him.
"You didn't miss me princess, But I did" He says again and this time, I'm able to see him, not clearly, but just enough to get some peace in my chaotic mind. His words are piercing through my heart and soul, I may be selfish but nothing can ever define my love for them.
"No, I missed you so much, I'm sorry bro, I know I'm selfish, but I love you and daddy more than my own self, this can't be changed" I mutter breathlessly, my eyes still fixed on him in front of me.
"Then come to me, let's go back home princess" He says, motioning his arms towards me, his eyes gleaming with immense love and emotions he has for me.
The desperation, the yearning to see him again, talk to him and apologize for every wound I gave in his heart is going to end now. A serene smile makes its way on my lips and I slowly take steps towards him.
"Apne waade ko itni jaldi bhool gayi wife?"
[You forgot your promise so soon, wife?]
My steps freezes on their place as I hear Aayansh's chilling voice, my breath catches in my throat and mind starts racing as I see him pointing his gun at my brother's head.
"Come here, isse pehle mai tumhare Bhai ki jaan le lun, mere paas aao wifey" He warns, his menacing voice sends a jolt of fear down my spine as I know he won't hesitate a bit before doing what he said.
Tears start blurring my vision as the reality hits me and my mind goes numb, I feel too weak to do anything.
[Come to me, wifey, before I kill your brother]
"He can't do anything, Tara, I'm here" bro assures, clenching my fists, I take another step towards him but Aayansh's voice hinders me again, saying "So you won't come?
" and with that, I hear a gunshot and my eyes widen and my heart almost stops beating at the sight in front of me as he shoots on Bro's leg.
I stumble on my steps, and the only words I barely manage to say are "Stop it Aayansh, I- I'm coming to you, pl- please stop"
"You are too late" He shoots towards bro again...
"Stop it, please Aayansh, please" I cry out breathlessly as I get up, my eyes shoot open and I stare in front and then around myself, I'm in our room. I notice myself, my forehead is drenched with cold sweat and breath heaving as I try to calm myself.
It was a dream, Thank God It was just a dream, The worst nightmare of my life which will never turn into reality.
One more week has passed but nothing has changed, I'm still feeling stuck and scared for I don't know why. Everything seems so weird but I have to find a way out by myself.
"Nightmare wifey?" I lift my head and look at him only to find myself in his arms. I stare at him, he's just wearing a black trouser and I realise he has just returned from his workout.
"Hmm" I whisper, staring at him the same way, he can't do this to me, he won't, I know. But I can't completely trust him either, as I have witnessed them like that already, before our marriage. And things are the same today, worse I should say.
I sigh, trying to normalise myself as he holds me close.
"Don't worry, nightmares don't come true unless you invite them to scare you" He whispers and my eyes narrow at him.
"What do you mean?" I frown at him "Tum mujhe dara rahe ho?"
[Are you scaring me?]
"Darna zaruri hai wife, darogi tabhi to wo nahi karogi jo tumhe nahi karna chahiye" He mutters, cupping my right cheek in his palm and looking into my eyes. His words are carrying something which I'm not able to decipher and his gaze is sending chills down my spine.
[It is important to be afraid, wife, only then you will not do what you should not do]
"Lekin mai tumse Darna nahi chahti" I whisper, staring at him the same way and placing my hand on his over my cheek.
[But I don't want to be afraid of you]
"Pyaar karna chahti ho?" His hand slips to my neck and he grabs my waist from the other and pulls me close to him, my breasts flushes against his bare chest and I gasp.
His eyes are gawking at me intensely, carrying a tease and his lips are curled into slight smirk as he notices my expressions.
[Do you want to make love?]
Ugh, he's seducing me.
"Kyun, tum nahi karna chahte?" I ask, trying to look normal, my hands resting on his shoulders as he leans on my face further.
[Why, don't you want to?]
Hovering over me, in a chilling and intense voice, he whispers against my earlobe "Mai to tumhare liye tabse betaab hun jabse tumhe dekha tha, My little seductress" He bites my earlobe.
[I've been longing for you ever since I saw you, My Little seductress]
What's wrong with my hormones nowadays, His one touch or word and I lose my control completely. And these butterflies in my stomach will definitely be the end of me.
"You mean in that hotel, when I was drugged and you almost killed me?" I frown, raising my eyebrows at him and my voice is evident with anger, how can he fall for me in that condition when I wasn't even aware of myself.
"That night, you ignited the beast, fireheart, and then you faced the consequences.
Lekin mai uss raat ki baat nahi kar raha hun" He says and I pass him a confused look, we met in India in that hotel only, then what does he mean by this.
Before that, I only heard his name from bro several times.
[But I am not talking about that night]
"Kya matlab" I ask with impatience.
[What do you mean?]
"Not every question has an answer" He answers, staring at me as if he's reading my mind.
"Wrong" I protest "There is no question without an answer"
An oblique grin forms over his lips as he pecks my lips and says "My wife is getting smarter day by day, I like it." His fingers move down long strands of my hair as he continues "Well in this case, Tumhe abhi is sawal ka jawab jaanne ki zarurat nahi hai"
[You don't need to know the answer to that question right now]
"But-" He puts his finger on my lips and makes me shut, I stare at with wide eyes as he murmurs "Boht sawal karti ho tum wife, lekin kuch sawalon ke jawab agar wakt se pehle Jaan liye jaaye, to uske anjaam aksar boht bure hote hain.
Now no more questions, go and freshen up isse pehle Mera mood badal jaaye" He glares at my body from head to toe and I immediately stand up from bed, but my eyes never leave his sight.
[You ask a lot of questions wife, but if the answers to some questions are known before time, then the consequences are often very bad]
[Go and freshen up before my mood changes]
What's wrong with this man? Why does he always talk in a roundabout way and leave me speechless, he can answer clearly, I mean, can't he?
"Don't put so much pressure on your little Brain" He says, taking a sip of his black coffee and doing something in his laptop as he sits on the couch. "Meri baaton ka matlab sirf mujhe pata hota hai"
[Only I know what my words mean]
I don't say anything as I'm still feeling sleepy, my gaze is stuck at him, rubbing my left eye, I mutter "Tum kabhi sote nahi ho kya? Jab bhi mai uthti hun, ya to tum kahi gayab rehte ho, ya kuch na kuch kar rahe ho hote ho?"
[Don't you ever sleep? Whenever I wake up, you're either gone or doing something?]
"Of course I sleep, but I don't have the habit of sleeping late like you" He answers with a care free demeanor, without sparing a glance at me.
"Are you taunting me?" My face scrunches up at him, what does he mean by I sleep till late, isn't he the one who keeps me up late.
"If it sounded like that, then be it" He whimpers, his focus is still on his laptop screen.
I don't know if it's the thing to get irritated with or not, but I'm getting. I don't want to, but nowadays I feel everything too much, anger, hunger, irritation, happiness and sadness too, ugh, it isn't tolerable at this point.
"You know what, don't talk to me" I grumble, without looking at him and standing up from the bed.
"As you wish wifey" Hearing his answer, a wave of irritation runs inside me again, how easily he said this, of course, it's so easy for him to ignore me, and when I did the same, he punished me for that- Bipolar Man.
Sighing, I stare at him for a few moments and then make my way towards the bathroom as I know, nothing is gonna affect him.
"Ghoorne se khana khud pet mein nahi chala jayega wifey, you'll have to use your hands" I lift my head towards Aayansh who is standing in front of the dressing table, getting ready.
I stare at him, as always he is wearing black, black pants, a T-shirt and blazer over it.
His hair is settled Perfectly and a breitling watch around his wrist is completing his look, He's looking so handsome, but who cares, I don't.
[Staring will not make the food go into your stomach on its own, wifey]
Sitting on the sofa, I look at the breakfast kept in front of me on the coffee table for the past 25 minutes. It's my favourite honey cake, club sandwich and banana wafers with hot chocolate, still I don't feel like even looking at anything.
"None of your business" I grumble, at least he should realise that I'm already mad at him.
I keep staring at him and without turning towards me, he murmurs again "Tumhara hi hun wife, and if you want, I can provide you with a better view of mine"
My cheeks and ear heats up as I recognise the meaning of his words, why he has to behave like a pervert every time, actually he is a pervert.
He walks towards me but I don't look at him, trying my best to show anger but he's so clever, he always wins at the end.
"Five minutes, finish all this" He utters coldly and I narrow my eyes at him, his audacity to order me even when I'm mad at him, it should be me who has the right to order at this time.
"You-" Before I can even start to say, I feel uneasy in my chest and cover my mouth as a wave of nausea creeps inside me, I immediately get up and rush towards the bathroom as I feel a sudden urge to puke.
Reaching inside, I throw everything out in the basin I consumed a while ago, my chest heaving up and down as I gargle with clean water and try to normalise myself, I was feeling alike since morning but ignored it.
Taking a deep breath, I splash some cold water over my face to feel fresh just then I feel him rubbing my back saying "Are you okay? "
"Do- don't talk to me" I breathe, trying to get rid of him.
"Shut up wifey" He snaps at me and in an instant, he lifts me in his arms as I weigh absolutely nothing. Without protesting further, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me inside the room.
I try to normalise my breathing, still feeling uneasy and tired as he lays me in bed and takes out something from the drawer.
He gives me some medicine and I have it without arguing, just then my phone rings and as I see kaira's name flashing on the screen, something clicks in my mind.
When I talked to her a day before, she asked me to meet in her cafe as she wanted to talk to me before I meet bro, and I have to meet her by today only.
I sigh and in a soft and convincing voice, I murmur "Ayan, I need to-"
He cuts me off coldly "you won't go anywhere today"
"Why?" I croak instantly, getting up slightly. I can't miss this day, I need to know what she wants to tell me which she couldn't tell me on the call.
He keeps his hand on my left cheek, his voice carrying a clear warning as he says "I have given you enough freedom, lekin jab mai mana karun to Maan Jaya Karo kyunki mere patience ki ek limit hai"
Hearing his rude tone, my face dulls up and I feel my eyes getting moist, I turn my head towards the other side. He always talks to me rudely, can't he be a little polite.
"Look at me wifey" He orders, staring at me the way and I slowly turn my head back towards him again as I know, at the end, this won't work in front of him.
A tear slides down my cheek as he takes my face in his palms and looking in my eyes, he whispers "You don't know, Is wakt kitni nazre tum par hain, jo beshak jhuki hui hain but still I can't take any risk on you, tum akeli ho jo mujhe kamzor karne ki takat rakhti ho, and I hate weaknesses.
So you won't go anywhere today" He tugs my hair behind my forehead "Are we clear, wife? "
I blink my lashes as he wipes out the tear from my eyes with his thumb, I know he cares for me but he can't cage me like this, and especially at this time. I can't care less about anything at this moment, I have to meet kaira but I'll take care of myself too.
I nod my head in response, displaying myself normal as much as I can, but the turmoil inside me isn't helping.
"Words? I want to hear your beautiful voice" He brushes his fingers against my cheek and I slowly whisper "Yes"
"Good girl" He pecks my lips and stands up, "You'll have your meal on time aur bed se uthne ki zarurat nahi hai, understand?"
"Hmm" I whisper, looking at him with a slight smile on my face.
But what the hell are they doing here, god, I need to deal with them too.
Taking a deep breath, I step ahead, keeping my face straight and confident but as I'm about to head out, Rivaan's voice halts my steps "Bhabhi, Where are you going?"
I look back at him, his eyes are down and sometimes I wonder, how all of them manage to act like robots every time, ain't his neck aching like this.
"Why do you want to know where I am going, Rivaan? Phir se apne bhai ko inform karna hai taki wo mujhe aa ke pakad le? Don't worry, I'm not running away this time" I frown, my tone dripping sarcasm and I know he has guilt for what he did.
"I swear I didn't inform him that day too, he already knew everything" He mutters instantly and then pauses "And I'm not stopping you, you just need to take security with you"
I know Aayansh hasn't commanded them, because according to him, only he has the right to control me. But Rivaan is himself concerned for me, and I should take security with me.
"Fine" I affirm and make my way out.
I have been sitting in Kaira's cafe for the past fifteen minutes and there's no clue of her presence here, I know this is her old habit, getting disappeared at the last moment, but this is not the situation.
And above that, those giant guards are surrounding the whole area as if the world is behind me, I mean I'm used to staying in security but not like this. At this point, I feel like a criminal who is being prevented from fleeing.
I called her more than fifteen times but she didn't answer a single call, sighing, I glance around to take the view, her designing sense is really professional and elegant, indicating in the cafe's interior.
But I'm losing my patience at this point, she should at least answer the call, but maybe she's busy somewhere.
The sound of my phone's notification catches my attention and I immediately take it out to check, it's kaira's text only, saying...
Hey Tara!
I'm sorry I couldn't come to the cafe as I'm stuck somewhere, but don't worry, I have sent a cab for you, it will drop you at my place and we'll meet there only, waiting for you my cupcake
What's wrong with this girl, I can't even deny cause it's important to meet her, and I'm not feeling well either, but it's just about a while. I won't stay there much and I have to get back home before Aayansh.
I stand up and head out, and as I step outside the cafe, the guards get alert and I feel weird of it. Ignoring them, I move ahead and my gaze falls on the grey car standing in front of me, it's the only car standing here, the security Rivaan sent for me, their cars are parked out from this area.
It's strange, in such a large cafe, there's only one car parked at the main entrance. Maybe it's the car kaira sent to pick me up, confirming it from her once, I sit inside it as I'm already feeling uneasy and I have to meet her as soon as possible, before Aayansh gets to know anything.
The driver is wearing a cap, which is hiding his almost half face, making him look like a stalker more than a driver, weird fashion sense. The security cars are also behind me but I don't know why, It seems creepy, I need to stop overthinking things but I can't.
I take my phone out to pass the time instead of getting bored, and glance outside to take the view of this beautiful city.
More than twenty minutes have passed But we haven't gotten there yet, it shouldn't take this much time.
I try to call kaira but she isn't answering now, I'm feeling more uneasy than before.
My head is getting heavy and dizziness is engulfing me slowly, I rub my chest to bring some ease, but it isn't helping.
Cold sweat drops are breaking on my temple and I take a deep breath, trying to sound normal, I glance towards the driver and say "stop the car, I'm not feeling well"
I rub my chest again as I feel my condition is going worse, but why so suddenly, I haven't even eaten something wrong.
I look at the driver again who isn't reacting a bit, noticing his strange behaviour, I croak again "Didn't you hear me? I said stop the car" I tried to sound rude this time.
"It's not possible ma'am, Now you will go where I'm taking you" He says and my eyes widen on his words, that means he isn't kaira's driver.
"Wh- what?" I stutter, my vision is going blurry as I realise I'm losing my consciousness. My mind starts racing and heart pounding, I can't panic but I'm not in the condition to protest too.
"St- stop the car, you asshole, you d-don't my Brother" I panic but he isn't reacting a bit, my breath is heaving but I can't give up, with shivering hands, I pull out my phone without thinking twice, I drop a message for Bro and I don't what I even typed, but I couldn't tell Aayansh and there's no one whom I can trust.
I try to stop him before I feel myself completely drowning in darkness.