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“Probably, but that doesn’t change the fact you are my wife. I’m done with giving you the time and space. Now I am taking charge. You are not signing those damn papers,” he growls, his grip tightening on my waist, making me wince.
“You are not the one to make that decision,” I yell, catching him off guard. “You don’t have a say as far as that is concerned. It’s my decision to make, and I won’t let you change my mind,” I argue and try to create distance between us.
“You don’t think I have a say?” he repeats.
“That’s what I just said,” I state, looking past him, wondering if I can escape.
His eyes narrow on me before he replies, “Like hell I care what fucking rights I have or not. You are my wife, and as far as your life is concerned, I will always have a say in it.” He lets out a growl as he pulls me into him. “I am not going to leave you and will win you back. I don’t care what I have to do to prove it. But I will prove it to you one way or another. I won’t allow you to sign those damn divorce papers.”
Wait. What? It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and when it does, my heart skips a beat. Divorce papers? He thinks I was talking to Siddh about the divorce papers?
“You…” Before I can say he got it all wrong, his hand wraps around the back of my neck, and without a warning, he leans forward and kisses me. I shiver as his hands move over my body possessively, his hot kisses on my lips working me into a frenzied state of desire. I am so lost in a haze of heat and dark spices, of the hot kiss and his solid strength that I don’t realise I am clinging to him, as I dig my fingers into his shirt and pull him closer to me while I respond with equal fervour and kiss him passionately, savouring his flavour. I continue to moan with pleasure and turn, moulding my body against his. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the moment.
“Alisha aunty…”
Mili’s faraway voice breaks the spell, knocking me off my feet. I push his chest to pull myself from him before taking a step back.
“Alisha…” he whispers, reaching out for me but I shake my head as reality kicks in. “Listen.” He takes measured steps toward me but then halts abruptly, turning his head to the door when Mili excitedly steps into the room. “Daddy!”
My breathing fastens as he picks her up and holds her against his chest. His eyes bore into mine over her shoulder. My eyes are probably brimming with too many emotions. Not wanting him to witness it, I turn away. I’m sweating and my heart is pounding as thoughts run amok in my mind.
“Daddy, do you want to eat the cake Alisha aunty and I made?” Mili asks with a radiant smile as she holds his face in her tiny hands to make sure she has his full attention.
“I would love to, Princess, but before that, I need to have a word with Alisha aunty. How about you go and check on the cake?”
My face snaps towards them. A surge of anxiety fills me when I see Mili nod. He kisses her cheek and then puts her down. My inner voice urges me to follow her when she dashes out of the room, but I don’t. I might as well face the situation in front of me like a grown-up.
“We can’t do this,” I mumble, staring into his eyes. God, how are we going to handle this with the tension growing thicker, each day? My throat tightens due to the unshed tears of fear and desire building within me.
He shakes his head and heaves a sigh as he regards me for a moment. Stepping towards me until he traps me between the wall and himself, with his hands on either side of my face. “You’re not signing the divorce papers.”
I slump back against the wall as I gulp a lump in my throat. How do I tell him that the thought of giving him a divorce is long gone, or maybe it was never there? Maybe it was my fear that impelled me to even think of that route. The trauma of being cheated overwhelmed my senses back then and I thought getting a divorce would be the only way out. But the past few days that I have spent with Mili and him under this roof have made me realise that all my insecurities are baseless. And the longing to make this work between us is overpowering me, making all the trepidatious thoughts fade into oblivion.
I shake my head in denial. “I was not talking about the divorce papers.”
“What?” His eyes widen as he looks at my face to be sure of what he just heard. I can see his chest heaving visibly as he asks softly, “You are not leaving me?”
“No. I was talking about the house which Siddh and I have in London. We decided to put that on the market.” My voice and body tremble in union.
“Oh!” He is stumped for a second while his mind absorbs that information. “I am sorry for overreacting, but when I entered and heard you are in conversation with that Siddh, I just couldn’t think straight.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head before looking at me. “But you don’t need to go with him alone. I’ll come with you.”
“You don’t need to come with me, Ranveer. Grandpa and Mili need you here. I tried getting things done from here, but apparently, some formalities need to be done in person. It will take me only a few days to sign and come back. We have already found a buyer, and the paperwork is done,” I try to reason out.
“No, Alisha, I’m coming with you. As far as Grandpa and Mili are concerned, I’ll have someone to take care of them, but you are not going alone,” he tells me gently but firmly, pulling my body against his. His hands curl around my waist and he holds me so tight that I can’t breathe for a moment. All that turmoil seems to have got on to me, and my body can’t seem to take it anymore as it sags and leans further into him. “I love you, Alisha. I am never going to leave you. Whatever comes our way and whatever happens, we’re together in every step. Nothing will part us.” His voice is thick with emotions, as he runs his hands down my back, drawing strength as much as assuring me of his support. I say a silent prayer that his words are true. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that I love him too, but instead, I find myself saying, “I need to go check on Mili.”
“Okay.” His eyes soften. “But I mean what I said. I am not letting you go to London without me.”
“Fine, you can come with me when I plan to go,” I concede, aware that I am a puppet when it comes to his stubbornness and have no choice but to agree with him.
He gives me a winning grin as he steps back, giving me space to go. Hastily, I make my way to the door without glancing back at him. I am still in a daze when I enter the kitchen and see Mili sitting on the stool near the counter, digging her spoon in the mug as she takes a huge bite of the cake. I grin at her as I make my way to her.
“Are you planning to eat all the cake on your own?” I raise my eyebrows standing in front of her, kissing the top of her head.
She looks guilty for a moment but then breaks into a wide grin. “Yup, it’s so yummy.” She licks the spoon.
“There you guys are.” Ranveer’s husky voice makes me jump, and I look up to find him making his way to us. “How about we watch a Barbie movie?” he suggests.
“Did you hit your head somewhere?” I ask as I give him an incredulous stare, wondering what the hell is wrong with him. Barbie movie? Like seriously? I know Mili means the world to him, and that’s not a secret. But I know he just can’t sit through a girly movie.
