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“You should fly to Scotland then. Try finding the evidence there,” I suggest.
“That’s why I’ve booked my flight. I’m flying in two days and will be in touch. Whatever happens Aarav, I am not going to disappoint you. You will get your wife back, that’s my promise.”
That promise is something I have made to myself too.
“Thanks, Akash. I’ll wait for your call.”
“Bye.”
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I haven’t stopped stalking Khushi but that definitely doesn't mean I keep going everywhere she goes. At least not after that shopping mall incident which was four days ago where I invaded her privacy in the changing room. It was one of the best days of my life recently, where she once again melted in my arms, by my touch. I even gave her another proof of that birthmark and by now I am confident she is fully aware she is mine.What is still stopping her from coming back to me?I still recall that beautiful moment when I saw that mark on Jhanvi’s body, the night we consummated our marriage in London.
“What is this?” I asked, stroking the small tanned mark on her inner thigh while I was devouring her body. She wasn’t in a state to even grasp my question, as she drew pleasure from every touch of mine on her sensitive skin.
A slow smile tugged on my lips as she groaned at the sudden loss of my lips on her body and looked down to meet my gaze.
“I asked you something, Jaan,” I repeat, gaining her full attention.
“Wrong timing for questions, don’t you think?” she flushed. “And it’s not very important than continuing what we are doing right now.”
I never knew my wife was that bold to talk until that night. Though I knew Jhanvi for quite a long time now, knowing her intimately that night was completely different. She was very demanding about what she needed and how, and that was enough to turn the moment into the most pleasurable one for us as we united.
“I’m studying your body, Jaan. Don’t underestimate my queries. Tell me. What is this mark?”
When she apprehended, I wasn’t going to give up nor continue making love to her until she told me what I needed to know, Jhanvi obliged.
“It’s a birthmark. Seems my mom had it too. Though she wasn’t there to tell me this, one of my aunts told me. I see it as a gift from my mother, you know what I mean? The sense that something which belonged to her, she has also passed on to me is so surreal, don’t you think?”
Her eyes teared at the remembrance of her mother while she blinked hard to control them. I shouldn’t have spoiled her mood so to make it up again, I rubbed my nose to her birthmark.
“Your mother gave it to you and her son-in-law is going to pay some respect to it,” I murmured, rubbing my nose to her birthmark, and kissing it. Just that it didn’t stop with kissing. The soft kisses turned into licks and bites until Jhanvi pulled me to her face and smashed her lips with mine, unleashing herself and appreciating how much she valued my attention to that birthmark.
The sound of a car horn as the traffic lights turn green brings me out of the reverie. Memories of our past together have been keeping me alive so far, and though I know my Jaan is not very far away from me anymore, I still can’t bring her to my side until she willingly wants to believe me. Plus, I have a business to take care of especially because Aman is busy in preps for his daughter’s first birthday which is due in three days. I start the engine again, driving on the lower traffic route again, recalling the moment when Aarvi was turning one and Jhanvi had taken up all the responsibility of throwing a birthday party for our daughter. Though on her first birthday we had flown to Bali for a private holiday and made sure to celebrate the birthday of our little girl only between the three of us, we had returned to Mumbai and thrown a grand theme party inviting all our friends and relatives. I still remember how exhausted Jhanvi was after the party ended and I had to take care of putting Aarvi to sleep that night, giving my wife some time to rest. Such beautiful days those were.
I focus back on my drive to the Hyatt hotel and don’t let these memories haunt me for long as I am confident such good days are not too far from my life.
Khushi has once again taken up her role to handle RS Group’s most threatening competitor these days which is none other than my company,AR Groupand I must say, she is doing a fabulous job. It’s strange how I still call her Khushi at times and not Jhanvi though I know the former one is not her real name. But, Khushi or Jhanvi, the woman she is at the present, is the one I had lost two years ago. So whatever name I call her with doesn't really matter. The way our hearts beat in sync when we are around is what I am focused on.
My company has participated in two contracts and both of which the RS Group is also struggling to win. Who wins the deal will be announced at the event at the Hyatt hotel where I am driving now. This time I am not letting Khushi fool me nor I’ll let her win these contracts for Rudra’s company. I can’t wait to see her reactions when she gets to know I won and RS Group lost the deal.
CHAPTER 19
Khushi
This was a bad idea to take a shorter route to reach the Hyatt hotel but then I couldn’t miss even a part of the event tonight because of the busy traffic of this city. From past 15 minutes, I am trying to locate a cab from this deserted road after my car breaks down, to take me to my destination and none of the cabs is picking up my request at the moment. My driver, John’s number is not reachable either but he managed to take a lift from a two-wheeler passing by this road to bring a mechanic to fix my car. There is no point in calling Rudra and asking him to pick me up as I know he is busy attending a video conference with the Russian clients. So basically, I am stuck here on the dark road with my phone whose battery is going to be dead any moment. That’s when I see a flashing light of the incoming car. That can be my ride so I wave for a lift. The car stops a few meters away from me and the very next moment I find two sturdy men getting down the car. Their jazzy attire and faltering walk tell me they both are drunk. One of them keeps staring at me head to toe like I am an eye-candy giving me enough negative vibes. I instantly regret asking for a lift from them.
“Hey,” one of these men flaunts his golden tooth. “Need a lift?”
“No thanks. My driver is reaching in a few minutes.”
I lie, but my body gives away confidence. I quickly make my way back to my car. Maybe I can get inside the car, lock myself and stay there until John returns.
“You need a lift darling, we can give you one,” the other man shouts as I hurry to my car.
“Back off,” I shout back, reaching my car and just when I am fumbling with the keys, one of these men snatches the key from my hand. “What the hell! Give back my car keys.”
“Feisty, huh?” He licks his lips, and the moment he tries to touch me, I raise my arm to slap him. Despite being drunk he is quick enough to grab my hand and pins me to the car. His other friend reaches us and in no time these two men try to subdue me.
