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"Why? I'm only reuniting old lovers."
And before I could say anything, Viaan tapped over Surya Kanth Nath's shoulder grabbing his attention. Awkwardness settled into my whole being, making me shift my weight from one foot to another.
"Oh my goodness! What brings the CEO of the ARAIV group to my lowly existence?" It was clear as water, Surya Kanth Nath was surprised to see Viaan standing before him.
"Nothing much, Mr. Nath. Just Rynah over here missed your company terribly. She wanted to spend some time with you," my jaw hit the floor when those words left Viaan's mouth! That signature smirk on his face was openly directed towards me. My eyes shifted from Viaan to Mr. Surya Kanth Nath who was just as flabbergasted as me but soon recovered from the initial shock and beamed so widely that his jaws could have come out of the space if they weren't attached to his skull.
"Oh! That's so sweet of her. Of course, I missed you too. Unfortunately, it was your dad's decision to marry you off to Mr. Raivardhan, since he was all over the talks. Had I known that you felt something more for me, you would have personally talked to your father about it and we could have married," the mouth of Mr. Surya Kanth Nath didn't seem to stop, leaving me to silently go into fumes. That liar raised hopes of a talkative old man! Like I even ever missed this chatterbox! I was willing Viaan to look at me for once so that he could see how death would look when it came. Already millions of ways to kill him had started formulating in my brain.
"I'll let you both have some privacy," smirking, the handsome devil turned to leave but not before winking at me.
"Such a wonderful timing we collided into each other," Mr. Surya Kanth Nath patted my upper arm, attracting my attention. And I didn't know what to do except force a chuckle out of my lips. I was definitely going to kill that hot ass of a jerk tonight!
30. TEES
Theparking lot was empty, except for the cars. The music echoed from above and provided a cover for the unintended softer sounds. Not a single witness in the line of eyesight.
I quickly looked around to find an empty ceiling. No CCTV cameras. This was the moment and the place I had been waiting for the entire evening. A perfect place for any secret activity to transpire. By secret activity I meant something like unshareable action like doing a funny dance or committing a merciless cold-blooded murder of a jerk-ass. The tiring evening and the lack of sleep had awakened a criminal mastermind inside me. And the striding figure of mydarlinghusband, a few steps ahead of me, had me go into my calculative mode that I didn't even know I had.
Continuously kicking him where the sun didn't shine would deliver him a slow and painful death, right? Or I'd rather enjoy choking him to death with my bare hands while he pleaded for my mercy. And the sound of the second option sounded really appealing. He came to stop before a black Benz that took me a second to recognize.
Oh! That was the car we had come in earlier!
Before he could get in, I swiftly removed my heels and stretched my toes, feeling them alive after surviving the heels. While he was fishing for the car keys, I crouched down a bit, readying myself before running in his direction. I was careful enough not to make a single noise, unlike the last time I had let out the war cry before charging in, and jumped on his back taking him by surprise, latching myself onto him like a baby monkey on its mother's back. The only difference here was my hands were rather strangling'my handsome monkey mother'. I didn't give a damn that my evening dress had pooled around my hips, showcasing the full length of my naked legs for the hungry eyes of the walls.
Reflexively, Viaan caught hold of my wrists reducing the pressure of my death grip before he turned around thrashing my back into the side of the car but I hung on, bearing the pain that pinched me in the back. My war cry had finally come out.
Anybody watching me now would definitely think me to be a lunatic and I was, after living with this jerk, I definitely was.
"Rynah! Get down!" He yelled back trying to push me back.
"You idiotic jerk! What do you get by making my life miserable?" The frustration I was harboring all these days exploded. And the satisfaction of choking this rascal below me was so good that I didn't even care if the police arrested me after this. Nor did I care that I would be a widow just after a few days of our marriage. To be honest, that idea started to sound very good. Sadistic of me, I know. But that would only happen when Viaan would let me kill him.
Realizing that I wasn't letting him go so easily, Viaan started to pull my hands away from his neck. The thing that annoyed me more was how easily he did it. He peeled my hands off like they were mere leaves on a tree branch. I exerted all my energy to overcome his herculean strength to no avail.
All I could do was tighten my legs around his muscular waist hoping to squeeze his abdominal cavity into his diaphragm. That should at least keep him in bed for a month, right? And by bed, I meant hospital bed. Although, nothing affected him.
What was this guy made of? Iron? Steel? That was what it felt like.
One of Viaan's hand grabbed my upper hand and swung my body to his front. And I slid around his waist just to be thrashed against the car bonnet. In a blink of an eye, he shackled my wrists with his hands on either side of my head. I could feel a few strands of Viaan's hair in my fist. Must have come out when I subconsciously pulled at his hair. My eyes took in his less than perfect self. His neatly styled hair now looked like a chewed up brush. His suit crinkled, there even was a tear in his shirt giving a glimpse of his delicious golden skin hidden beneath it. And then there were three red scratch marks darkening on the side of his neck. It didn't need the genius to figure out who made those marks. *Cough*Me. *Cough*
Yet he looked so sexy...
And then there was that pissed off look, like shouting at the top of his voice, 'What in the hell is wrong with you, woman?'
Just as I expected, he shouted at my face, "What the hell? Are you crazy? You don't do something that wild without a death wish, mad woman!"
Looks like I have finally started understanding thegreatViaan Raivardhan, or at least his pissed off part.
"What if I am?" I raised my nose in the air with the air of arrogance. He sure was rubbing off on me.
"You!" He let go of my wrists while his hands advanced towards my neck as he growled but his self-control was much more strong than mine as pulled back his fists, gritting his teeth. Shortly after he ran his hand through his hair, definitely frustrated, before slamming his fist beside my head once, giving me a mini heart attack. The glare he gave me felt like an old buddy. That was when he grabbed hold of my statue still hands again.
Mental facepalm… Why hadn’t I moved them? What had I been waiting for? For him to hold them again?
"You are the only girl to get on my nerves this way! I don't raise my hand on ladies but you make me want to snap that delicate looking neck of yours like a twig. If only you weren't a girl..."
"Hickory Dickory Dock. What you have said is all just talk. Viaan, if you remember, you did manhandle me like I was a guy when you locked me up in the room," he protested upon hearing my words, "that was one time when I had lost control of my temper. Your intentions looked malicious and I had to protect my family. I will cross any limit to protect my loved ones."
