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I open my eyes to find my best friend looking at me intently. I wish his words would come true. As of now, I am terrified that Alisha won’t welcome me back into her life with open arms. I will have to work my fingers to the bone to gain her trust back, but that doesn’t scare me. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have her by my side.
“I will stop at nothing to make that happen.” I pick my phone up and stare at it, willing Alisha to text me back. However, when nothing happens for a few minutes, my heart sinks while a feeling of dejection passes over my body. No reply. Nothing at all. But regardless, I will not give in. For now, I will love her enough for both of us.
Chapter 6
Alisha
As soon as I step into the attached bathroom in my dad’s office, I move to stand in front of the mirror, gazing at myself. It’s after eight, and I just got done with the meeting with one of the designers regarding the remodelling of the bar. Dad is under the weather, so I forced him to stay back home while I handled today’s discussion. Four hours of nonstop discussions back and forth regarding the designs has worn me out. It’s been a long tiring day.
My shoulders slump as I turn around from the mirror, and in an attempt to wash the exhaustion, I bend forward to splash cold water on my face. The cold droplets jolt my senses. Straightening up, I grab the white towel from the rack, wipe my face, and then look at myself. The face which had been bright with happiness and love till a few days back, looks pale and drawn now, with dark bags under the eyes. The sadness in my eyes is indicative, seemingly darker than before. Moving my fingers under my eyes, I wonder how long it will take for it to fade. Part of me hopes I forget every memory of his that torments me, which is making it impossible for me to go on with life. While another part of me is unfettered despite everything that happened and refuses to let go of him, wanting to hold him in my mind and heart forever. The relentless thoughts are so tiring that I am unable to look into my weary eyes any longer. I drop my head into my hand and sigh, gripping the top of the sink, as I close my eyes. Out of the blue, a hand covers my mouth and the other encircles around my waist. I then let out a gasp as my back is drawn against a hard chest.
“What made you think that you can send me the divorce papers and I will sign them, Sweetheart?” I glance up and meet Ranveer’s intense gaze in the mirror. Warmth shoots painfully up my neck as he continues in his husky voice, “What made you think that you can coolly fucking exit from my life, and I would do nothing about it? You think I would let you leave just like that, so easily?”
“Ranveer…” I whine, but his name comes out muffled against his palm.
“I told you I will never let you go, and I meant that, Alisha. You are never leaving me. Never ever.” His hand that is gripping my waist tightens and draws me closer to him. I instinctively stiffen. “Alisha, you are my life. My fucking life. Do you get that?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with passion.
He drops his head and his warm lips kiss my neck softly, sending me hurtling over the edge that drains the last of my willpower. Without my consent, my back arches, making my body respond to his touch, obeying his command. I want to curse myself for beinga puppet in his hands, but I can’t lie to myself about how much I love the way he makes me feel.
“You love me as much I love you,” he growls against my ear, nipping my neck and then the ears. I don’t even have a second to register what’s happening. Before I can ponder, he abruptly turns me around to face him and his lips cover mine in a long warm kiss that leaves me short of breath. The kiss begins softly, with him skimming my soft supple lower lip. When my lips part of their own accord, he takes the opportunity and starts nibbling at my lower lip, sucking and licking alternately, slowly gaining passion.
As I cry out from the sudden invasion, he takes advantage and plunges his tongue into my mouth. My hands automatically wrap around his neck to get some support as my legs turn into jelly, the telltale sign that I’m about to surrender myself to him.
He pulls back from the kiss and pins me with his eyes. “You are never walking away from me, Alisha. Not in a million years. Do you get that?” his voice is gruff as he says that. It’s more of a statement and dares me to refute that. His hand around my waist tightens and pulls me gently against him. “Never. You are my wife and you will always be. Nothing is going to change that.”
His words touch my heart deeply. Damn him for making me feel so weak. Tears begin to form in my eyes.His hands move from my waist as they come up to cup my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently. The way he wipes my tears with his thumb and those gently spoken words fill me with sadness and anger.
“I don’t love you and want you gone.”
“You are lying.” His thumbpad freezes over my cheek as he peers into my eyes.
“No, I am not. I hate you.” I push him away, or try to, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pins my hands above my head. Though I struggle to get out of his hold, my strength is no match for the adamant man in front of me.
“Why are you even here? Why are you making this harder than it already is?”
“What do you expect me to do then?” His grip on my hands tightens, making me wince a bit. He looks at me pointedly as he retorts, “You have been ignoring my calls and messages, not to mention the divorce papers you sent me. I had no choice but to come here and talk to you.”
I sigh.“If you are smart enough, then that should have been your cue that I don’t wish to talk to you.”
“Marriage is no joke, Alisha, that we can end it with a click of a finger.” His voice is crisp and controlled as he says that.
Is he serious? The audacity of this man! I let out a laugh. “Is that the reason that you still have your first wife in the picture? I must say, you take your marriage vows very seriously, no matter how many women. Except that I am not going to be the one among the many. Sorry to burst your bubble but my definition of marriage is different from yours. In my dictionary, marriage is a bond you share with a single person, not multiple.”
“Don’t you dare, you are my only wife!” For a moment, his fingers bite into my hands as he looks daggers at me, but when he sees me wincing, he loosens his hold. He takes a calm breath before he speaks, “It’s only you.”
“Ya right.” I can see from his expression that my sarcastic comment has hit him.
“Whether you like it or not, we have matters to discuss.”His tone makes it clear that he will not leave until he says what he has to.The nerve of this guy.
Shaking my head, I tell him, “There is nothing to discuss. You cheated on me. End of the story.”
“I am guilty of keeping the truth from you but I didn’t cheat on you. Can you please give me a chance to explain?” he asks, searching my face.
“How will you explain the fact that you turned our marriage into a mere joke?” I demand, trying to release my hands buthe doesn’t let go. “Do you have any idea how devastating it was for me to hear another woman claim that she is your wife and has a daughter with you? Do you have any idea what that information did to me?” Words finally tumble out of my mouth as I let out all my frustration.
This time, he lets go of my hands but doesn’t step back, not giving me enough room to move. “I can imagine. That’s why I didn’t want you to find out about it in this way. Also,I never wanted to keep the truth from you. There were times I wanted to come clean to you.” A painful expression passes through his eyes as he says in an emotional voice, “I swear I so badly wanted to confess everything about my past. But then, I used to wimp out, fearing your reaction. I was more than happy with you. I became selfish and didn’t want to ruin it,” he fesses up.
