SURAJ POV

"Who is your mistress?"

It's been over an hour, that I talked with Sidharth. But my mind is still stuck on one fucking word that he said.

MISTRESS.

How dare he call my love, a mistress? She is not any random woman, whom I want to fuck then leave. She is not a whore. She is my love. My happiness. My peace. My salvation. My every God damn thing.

She is the only person, I really care about, after my daughter, Sana. In fact, I fall in love with her because she loves my daughter like a mother does. Like a mother should. Which Heer couldn't do, even being her biological mother.

Heer, was a pathetic woman. Neither, she could become a good wife, for me. Nor a good mother for my daughter. But—

Divya, my love. She became that mother for my daughter. She didn't give birth to her, but she is not less.

I have seen her since Sana was born. I have observed what she did for my daughter. She did everything that Heer should have done for my daughter.

Divya loved her. Take care of her. Feed her, when she was hungry. Hugged her, when she was craving for a mother's warmth. Read her bedtime stories before putting her in bed. Cuddled her, when she used to have nightmares for years. Helped her getting ready for school. Prepared her tiffin box. Tied her shoe laces. Helped her in doing homework.

She did every God damn thing. What I should have done. And, what Heer should have done when she was a child.

Divya even taught her how to say "Papa" and "Mumma". I still remember Sana's first words. It was Papa. She called me, Papa with a toothy smile.  She had two bunny teeth. I got so happy after hearing this that I hugged her and kissed her. I even celebrated it by giving a increment to my employees. Both home workers and office workers.

Heer didn't give a fuck about it. She acted like it was nothing. That our... No my daughter said something for first time. But, I still remember Divya was very happy, for me. She baked a cake for me and Sana. That was cute. Her gesture.

Before that, I never looked at her in different way. In a romantic way. She was my house servant. My daughter's nanny. I can't see her like that. I can't get drawn to her. To her kindness and sweetness. Or anything.

It was forbidden, for me. I was married to Heer. I had a daughter, Sana. So, I controlled my emotions for her. And, stay loyal to my wife, Heer. Who couldn't keep her legs crossed. The way I kept my dick inside my pants.

She got in a forbidden relationship with my younger brother. Under my nose. But, the day I caught her with that fucker. I was happy rather than sad or heartbroken. I was happy that, now I can have my love, my Divya.

But, I'm not lucky to have her. She is too good for me. Too good for this fucking world. The day I first approached her, not for anything sexual. I just confessed my feelings to her, that I love her and I want her to be mine.

She rejected me.

That day I had the real heartbreak. Which I did not feel, the day I found Heer and Manish in my bedroom's bed, having sex.

That day, I felt so much pain. So much anger. I was going mad. With the thought, how could she reject me? I was a fucking millionaire. And, she was a fucking servant. My daughter's nanny. How could she reject me?

Later, when I asked her, "Why?" 

The only thing she said, "Sana wants a happy family. Which, only you and Heer ma'am can give her. I am just her nanny. Her Divya aunty."

She rejected me for my daughter and her happy family dream. And, from that day I tried my best to act as a happy couple in front of her. Even though Heer was with Manish all the time.

I tried to move on from Heer, by getting in a relationship with other women. But it didn't work. I couldn't get close to any woman. Both physically or emotionally. Heer was a far of a question. So, when Sana asked for a sibling I couldn't give her that. I would rather die before getting intimate with Heer, after seeing her with Manish.

I know I've hurt her poor soul. But, I myself was heartbroken. All I wanted was my Divya. But she wasn't ready to be mine. All she cared was Sana. Her happiness is everything for her. She is a true mother for my daughter.

Sana even calls her Mum now.

And, here this guy is calling my love, my mistress. Of whom I didn't even get a taste of. I don't know how her lips tastes like? What does she taste like? I fucking don't know nothing.

Today, if Sidharth wasn't my daughter's love. He would've been dead and would be buried six feet under the ground by now. My daughter saved him today. Or else, I would have killed him for sure. I am feeling extremely angry right now but I can't do anything to him. For Sana. She is crazy about that man.

"I want to make her your mother, baby." I so want to. I wish I had the courage to say this to Sana. I am sure she would like the idea of Divya as her mom.

What do I do? Should I tell her? Will she agree on it? Will she accept me with Divya? I don't know.

"I can't take this anymore." I got up from my chair and walked towards the bar corner.

I need some drink. But, honestly I need my Love. But, I can't have her. I wish I could have her with me forever. I want to cage her in between my arms and make love with her all day, all fucking night.

It's been almost two decades, since I haven't touched a woman. I am living my life just jerking myself. But, I can't do this anymore. I need her. I need my Divya. I need to feel her close and fucking raw under me. In my bed.

I grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey from the shelf; and I half filled the glass with the liquor and looked for some ice in the mini fridge.

"Fuck! There's no ice here." I closed the door in anger. "I need ice in my drink."

I don't drink neat.

Keeping the glass on the bar table, I walked out from the room, to get some ice from the kitchen. I hope she is there.

"I need you so fucking much,"

As I reached there, I saw the kitchen lights are on and my love was there too. She was standing in front of the fridge, doing something, facing her back to me. Best part, she was the only one present there.

Fucking perfect.

A lazy smile comes on my face and my mood lifts up automatically, just seeing her back. To feel better, I need to see her beautiful face. I need to feel her, closely. Even if she don't like it. I don't care. She is mine. Only fucking mine. I can do what I want to do with her. She can't say no to me.

I walked close to her taking slow steps, trying not to give her a hint, that I'm here, alone with her. But, I know she knows I am here. She can feel me. She can smell my strong perfume that I use.

"Suraj sir?" She whispers, feeling me standing behind her.

"Yes, Love?" I whispered, against her ear snuggling in her soft open hair. I took a deep inhale of her cologne, making her freez at her place.

Taking advantage, I wrapped my arms around her sexy bare waist. She wears sarees. She always does. Her traditional look makes her more attractive than others. Others wear some white shirts and gray kneel length skirts.

Boring shit.

I kissed her hair, "You are looking sexy, Love." She is wearing a red saree. My favorite color.

She tried to pull away from me. But I hold her more tightly. Today, she can't save herself from me. Never ever.

"Please, sir." Her sweet soft voice always makes me fucking hard for her.

"Please, what?" I teased her, rubbing myself against her ass. She has the perfect peachy ass. Good to fuck. And best to spank her.

"Leave me. Please?" She denial makes me more hard for her.

Every. Fucking. Time.

I kissed her neck tenderly and immediately looked down at her hands. Like always she clenches her saree tightly.

My classic Divya.

"Please, leave me." She begged for my mercy. But I won't give her.

Today I won't leave her. I won't leave her, ever. She is mine. So, she will stay with me. Here. Forever. I won't let her go with Sana. She have her Sidharth. They will be enough. Moreover, I need my Love.

"What if I say no to your request?" I asked, rubbing my harness against her ass.

Her breath got uneven. I can see how her chest is rising up then moving down so rapidly. I affect her, that's good. No. Perfect. Her everything is perfect. She is perfect, for me.

"P-Please?"

"What if I say I will take you? Right now? Right fucking here? And I will make sure everyone hears you scream my name, huh?" I growled against her ear, and bit harshly making her whim in pain.

"Sir," She moaned, as I sucked her earlobe which I bit before.

"Say my name, Divya." I demand, rubbing myself against her, making her moan throwing her head on my shoulder, "Please, Love."

"I-I can't. You are my boss." She whispers. I can feel the pain in her voice, that I'm her boss. She is my house servant. My daughter's nanny.

"I don't care. Okay? I fucking don't care. You are mine. Keep that in your fucking head." I said, before I moved away from her so that I can turn her to face me.

I need to see her beautiful face.

She stumbled at her place. But, I am quick to hold her hand and pull her closer holding her wrist. I made her stand on her feet, still holding her hand in mine. Those hands belong with mine.

Now we are facing each other. But, she moved away from me then looked back at the fridge.

"I need to close it."

I held both her hands in one hand and I closed the fridge door, "Done."

"It's wrong sir. You should go. Sana is here." She was talking to me, but her eyes were on the floor.

I didn't like it. She have to look at me. In my eyes. Then open her mouth to talk.

"Eyes on me." My voice was firm. It was an order for her. So she looked up.

My heart broke looking at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and her whole face is red. Red is my favorite color, but not right now. She gets red when she cries.

She was crying before I came? This thought comes to my mind. Forgetting everything, I moved closer to her, and cupped her face, gently. Like always she tried to move away from me, but I held her face more firmly.

She never pushed me away. Instead, she moved back from me. People might think both are the same. But it's not. Pushing me away, means she doesn't want me. She doesn't like me. Or love me. And, moved away means she wants me. Loves me. But she is holding herself back to give into her desire to be with me. And that breaks my heart every fucking time. Not for me. But for the pain she went through.

"Who made you cry?" I asked, gently stroking her face.

She didn't speak up. It angered me more. I pinned her to the fridge and asked, "Who was it?"

Who made my woman cry like this? I'm gonna kill that fucker.

"Sana."

"Huh?" I am confused. "Sana? Sana made you cry?"

She nods positively.

God! "What did she do now?"

"She told me, she killed your wife. Her mother."

Was she crying because of this? That Sana killed Heer? That bitch? Who never cared about me or my daughter?

"Why are you crying? Exactly?" I asked to clear my confusion.

"Sana. Heer ma'am." And she started to cry, again.

"You need to be specific, Divya. Why are you crying? That Sana killed Heer. Or Heer died." Honestly, in both ways she shouldn't be crying over it. There's nothing to cry over. That woman got what she deserved, from my daughter.

"B-Both."

"You are crying for Heer? And you are crying because Sana killed her?" I can't deal with this woman anymore.

"Yes. Exactly."

I pulled out my handkerchief from my pants pocket and wiped off the tears from her face and corner of her eyes and put it back in my pocket.

"No need to cry over that woman, Divya. She don't deserve your precious tears. And, about Sana. I am proud of OUR daughter. She did, what I couldn't do all these years. For her happy family dream." I kissed her forehead when she was looking at me in shock.

"What? Am I sounding like a crazy man to you, Love?" I smirked.

She shakes her head negatively.

"Then?"

"Did you just say, OUR daughter?" I could see a small smile on her face.

"Yes. I did. Isn't she?" I asked. "Mum?" That's what Sana calls her now.

Her smile grew big but then she got serious, "I want to tell you something which happened tonight."

I moved closer to her face and plant a soft kiss on her red nose top. She didn't stop me. I moved to her cheeks, to kiss her. Surprisingly she didn't move back rather she grabbed my shirt from the chest area and pulled me closer to her.

That's surprising. A good one.

"What?" I asked. My lips touched her soft cheeks to kiss there.

"Today, Sana said she wished you had fallen for me. Not for her mom." 

I froze at my place.

"Sir?"

I moved back to look at her face, "What did you say?"

"She wanted me as her mom. I mean still want." She replied, shyly smiling at me.

"Are you joking with me?"

"No."

A big smile comes on my face. I felt so happy at that moment. My daughter wants my love as her mother. She wished my love was her real Mom. What if I give her this happiness? By marrying Divya. Best. It will be the best. But I need to talk to Divya first.

"Sir?"

"Will you marry me?"

She grasped. "What?" I can tell she's shocked.

"You heard me, Baby." I said, cupping her face, gently.

"Sir? Umm!" She looked hesitant.

"It's okay. Take your time. It's a big decision to make." I kissed her forehead to assure her.

"No. I mean, Sana?" She looked so cute at this moment, I swear to God, I am gonna fuck her now.

I smiled, "Sana is not a problem. She is big girl. She will understand her father's love and obsession for you. After all, you and Sidharth are same for us."

She twitched her lips cutely, "Yeah! Crazy father and daughter."

"It's a yes or no?" I asked, even though I know it's a fucking yes. But I need to hear it from her pretty little mouth. Which I will fuck soon.

She smiled shyly looking down.

"Eyes on me. Baby."

She immediately looked up, "Yes." and her whole face turned red, in shyness.

I couldn't control myself from taking her soft lips for a deep passionate kiss. "Fuck! I am so happy."

TBC... 🙈

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