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“Please don’t say that.” My voice breaks.
“Please sign the divorce papers,” she whispers and turns around, sits in her car, and drives away from me.
Though I can give her all the luxury in the world, I can’t give her the one thing she is asking for. My legs give out on me, and I fall to my knees. I never ever imagined in my wildest dreams that I would ever lose her, but now, I feel our relationship is slipping out from my hands like sand from a fist; as much as I am trying to get a hold on it, I am losing it faster. Damn! I will not lose her. She is my wife and will always be. I will fight with everything in me for our love and under no circumstances will I let go of her. I may have lost her trust, but I gained something much more powerful—the urge to make her fall in love with me all over again. I promise to destroy every reason that will take me away from her and never bring tears to her eyes again.
Chapter 8
Alisha
After my talk, or rather, outburst with Ranveer, I should say he has taken my entreaty of giving me some much-needed space into consideration. It’s been four days since he contacted me. It’s not that I am trying to be difficult. However, I am aware there is a lot at stake right now. His confession that Mili is not his daughter should make me feel relieved but it doesn’t. Instead, I am oddly worried about Mili. I don’t want that innocent soul to suffer in all this. That’s the reason I have not told my parents about Mili’s truth. Some secrets are better buried. She takes Ranveer as her father and I would hate to be the reason to take that from her. Also, I will feel more miserable if I have to keep any sort of relationship with his ex-wife, as I would feel like being the third wheel. This means that even if I want Ranveer in my life, I just can’t have him. God, everything is so tangled. It’s so damn hard to look at the one person we really desire, but our spirits are dampened as we are aware that we shouldn’t have an inclination towards any such possibility. All I can hope for is to have the strength to shut off the emotions, which will make it easier for both of us to move on with life.
It’s Saturday, and Mom is having a few of her close friends come over at home for dinner. Initially, Mom was not happy with the plan of having guests come home with so much going on in my life. But I put my foot down and said that we can’t put a stop to our lives. In fact, this will give us a chance to relax our minds and give us a few hours of escape from reality. Dad did concede with me, leaving Mom with no option but to finally give in. Mom decided to prepare her signature dish Baked Chicken Seekh, which happens to be my favourite. But of late, with all the stress, she has been so absentminded that she forgot to buy a new oven to replace the old one which is not in working condition. Thus, I volunteered to drive down to the store and pick one up.
This ushers me to my present state, where I am at a home appliance showroom at eleven in the morning. My eyes roam around the small showroom. It’s a weekend, thus making the place a bit more crowded than it usually is.
As I walk down the aisle, I look at the different oven options on display. Mom was specific that she has a twenty-five-litre oven grill in mind. I’m just about to reach the end of the aisle when I hear my name called out. When I turn around, I see Siddh heading towards me. For a second, I think I am hallucinating and blink my eyes a couple of times, but when I see him steadily approaching me, I know he is for real. Suddenly, the colour drains from my face.What the hell is he doing here? And why the hell a bombshell is dropped on me each day?
“Alisha,” he says my name softly, as he stands in front of me with his hands tucked in his blue jeans.
“What are you doing here?” I manage to ask, shooting daggers at him.
“I came to meet you,” he says, running his fingers through his black hair.
The nerve of this guy. It’s a total waste of time and energy to stand here and have a conversation with him. Of course, he did me a favour by cheating on me, and I accept that. I also know I should thank him for making it easy for me to hate him, but that doesn’t change the fact that he hurt me. Even the thought of him being around me wants me to run in another direction.
“Well, you wasted your time and money.” Whirling around, I start to walk away when he catches up beside me.
Siddh wraps his fingers around my wrist. The touch that once used to send tingles in my body now makes my skin crawl, and I jerk my hand away from his grip. His touch is inadmissible.
“I tried getting in touch with you,” he sighs, gazing down at me tenderly.
I square my shoulders and face him. “I am aware, but I have better things to take care of, and to be honest, I have no interest in reminiscing about the mistakes I repent.” I know it wouldn’t be easy to get done with this, but I cross my fingers that he gets the message and leaves me alone. He doesn’t scare me, but I don’t want him or even his shadow anywhere around me. I just want him out of my sight. He disgusts me.
“Please give me a few minutes,” he requests, his black eyes begging of me. There was a time when that look had the power to turn my knees weak and give in. But not anymore. Now it doesn’t have any effect on me.
“No.”
“I am no longer with Kiara,” he says as if that statement will change my mind.
I look over at him. “And how does that concern me?”
“Alisha, if nothing else, can we be friends at least?” The hell I will consider being his friend. He is out of his mind if he thinks he’s going to stand here and pop up that question! He takes me to be the same fool, who will accept his friendship, despite knowing he is nothing but a liar and a cheater.
Before I can answer him, I hear a deep voice behind me.
“Sweetheart, did you find anything you liked?”
Turning around, I see Ranveer coming to stand next to me and wrap his hands around my waist. He’s wearing a black casual t-shirt teamed with a pair of jeans. I ball my hands into fists so tightly that my knuckles turn white. ‘Great! This was just what was missing to ruin my day,’I murmur to myself.
Ranveer narrows his eyes on Siddh and asks, “Sweetheart, who’s your friend here?”
Before I can answer that, Siddh strokes his chin as his eyes dart from Ranveer to me. “Is he your boyfriend whom you are dating now?”
“I am her husband, not boyfriend,” Ranveer says with a sarcastic smile, pulling me closer to his side.
“You…. You are married.” Siddh’s hands drop down while his eyes widen.
“Yes, married. Now, how about you tell me how you know my wife?” Ranveer demands in a hard tone.
