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Mishika's pov
There's something about gloominess. When we dwell too much in it, it commences to surround us from every side.

Keeping the spoon aside, my attention for the upteeenth time diverted to my mobile screen. And unknowingly a sigh of disappointed vents past my lips.

"Ohh please! Drop it already." My eyes widened, instinctively I rose from my seat, lunging towards Sitara across the table to get my phone back. And her being her, pulled it behind her back.

"Sitara" My eyes narrowed in an urgent request. "Don't try anything funny."

"What's so funny!?" The voice, familiar but unexpected, effortlessly averted my attention from Sitara while I turned back.

"Ishan" I sighed.

For a moment, inside my heart, I wished it to be the certain someone with the most bewitching charcoal blackholes.

A smile touched his lips as he walked closer. "Were you expecting someone else, Mrs. Oberoi ?"

Slapping his arms, I looked away. Why does my face suddenly feel so warm ? "Mrs. Oberoi, are you blushing ?"

"Miss Singh" The unforeseen vociferation jolted me and my heart picked pace. Did someone hear Ishan calling me Mrs. Oberoi ?

"Ye_s" Why am I stuttering ?

"The meeting is fixed at five. I couldn't find the department's head, so please inform her."

Managing a polite smile, my head unknowingly moved in a frantic nod. My face must have appeared flustered since Ishan and Sitara muffled their chuckle and even the manager's eyes squinted in scepticism.

Thankfully the manager soon left, not paying much heed. And finally I released a sigh of relief, shooting a glare at Ishan who looked nothing close to apologetic.

Sitara's lips puckered, a frown marring her face. "Only if you weren't such a sweet friend and I didn't feel guilty for mistakenly spilling about your marriage earlier, I was so tempted to accept your husband's offer."

Ishan let out a small guffaw as he picked up some of Sitara's french fries.

"Seeing how she is ignoring him right now, I am sure he will give an offer better than prior."

That got Sitara instantly beaming. And I gazed at Ishan with utter incredulity.

"I'm not ignoring him." My tone was more defensive than required and Ishan flashed a knowing smile on my way.

I'm not ignoring him. I just don't want to talk about it. Because every time my mind wavers towards whatever that happened, it only further ignites the agonising pain, resurfacing the gash I've struggled so hard to shroud.

His sudden mention took me so off-guard that I couldn't think straight. It put my mind into a frenzy, unlocking the turmoil buried inside me. And I don't know when I'll be prepared to talk about it ? Or if it would even ever happen or not ?

Earlier this morning, when I talked with Ishan he gave no hint that he would stop by. Since the seniors in our company are engrossed in some big meeting, it allowed us extra time for break. And it worked in my favour, because right now I needed the presence of the person I could always confide in.

Apart from my parents, he was the only person who knew about my miscarriage. Like my parents, I had never told him about the father. Although I always felt he already had a wild guess about it. Nevertheless, unlike my parents, I did tell him that I suspected Aarav for that viral video. But for some reason, Ishan never actually bought it.

It makes me think that his hunches are more accurate about Aarav than mine.

We three sat together, devouring the canteen delicacies while we got engrossed in casual chit chat. No one knows what special occasion is today that we are getting treated with such good food that is too for free.

"Even your best friend is married now. It's cue for you to find someone." Sitara gushed. "And I won't mind my name in the list of considerations too."

Caught off-guard by her suggestion, Ishan broke into coughs when Sitara winked his way. Passing him a glass of water, I rubbed his back. Once composed, he avoided Sitara's gaze, who was enjoying his flustered state.

The lunch hour passed soon and now I was seeing off Ishan.

"You don't have to pick me. No one is kidnapping me."

"Explain that to the husband you're ignoring." Poking my finger on his forehead, I forced his head, that was sticking out of the cab's window, back inside. "Although the chances are high of him himself being the kidnapper."

Rolling my eyes on his absurd remarks, I continued to wave him bye until the moving cab vanished from sight.

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Aarav's pov
The meeting kept drifting away from my mind since my mind remained diverting towards my wife. A stoic countenance repleted my visage whereas under the table, my hand was fidgeting with the mobile.

Ishan
The food was actually
good.
Thanks for the treat.

It wasn't for you.

Ishan
It wouldn't harm to
be polite sometimes.

Leaving his message on seen, I got up from my seat the moment they finished the meeting.

No matter how big of a company Singh runs, I never trust the food served in the canteen. So when I got to know that my sweet wife didn't take lunch along with her since she was running late, I had to do something. After all I had a diet chart by the doctor to make her follow.

Once inside my cabin, I engrossed myself to finish today's work. By the time I was done, it was already past usual leaving time for the employees. Throughout, I've lost count of the number of times I've picked my phone, contemplating to call her or at least text her.

Clicking my neck, my arms and legs stretched to bring some ease to the muscles. A knock approached the cabin's door and I threw a quick glance on my wrist watch. And an impressed smirk crawled on my lips at Mr.Das's accurate timing and punctuality.

Upon getting my acceptance, he walked in holding a mannequin bag. Without a word, he placed it on my desk and then took a spot for himself a few metres back.

Unzipping it, with delicate motion I took out the pink shirt my sweet sweet wife gifted me.

"What do you think is the best thing to do when your wife seems to ignore you ?"

My question dropped on him out of the blue, leaving him puzzled. "Sorry ?"

"Shall I repeat ? You've been married for years, Mr. Das. You must know the accurate answer by now."

Chiding in, I discarded the shirt and tux I have been wearing the whole day before putting on the pink shirt.

"You never evaluate accuracy when it comes to wives, sir." His eyes remained fixed on the floor when he answered.

Pausing for a moment, I pondered on his words and gave a nod in understanding.

"Now tell me, how do I look ?" Momentarily a frown etched on his face which he tried to mask however I already caught it.

"Like usual ? You look good, Sir." Scoffing, I flicked my fingers in dismissal.

I thought his observation skills were better than that. I'm wearing the shirt given by my precious wife, of course I must be looking too handsome to be true.

Three days were enough to give you the space you needed to get over the unforeseen picked up emotionally wrecking topic. It's time to meet, Honey-eye.
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Author's pov
There was no prior notice for rain in today's weather forecast. Mishika, who was enjoying the late night breeze, at first ignored the clouds' roar. However when simultaneously it carried along the unexpected torrential downpour, she had to leave the terrace with quick steps.

Wiping the extra moisture with her thumb from her forehead, she closed the door of her room after getting inside. Darkness was looming around the whole room except for the study desk, where the dim lamp was left on.

Removing the capri she was wearing while moving towards her wardrobe, she left the t-shirt on as the cool air made her legs tremble. As she was fondling for some dry clothes, her motions abruptly halted, a peculiar chill prickling at her nape.

A rough hand grasped her bare thigh, too high, bolting her taut and muddled, she strived to let out a shriek, only to be muffled by a strong palm.

"Shh. Not a sound, sweetheart." A breath of relief flared through her nose, nonetheless the tension in her muscles remained intact under his heating presence.

"Aa_rav" she breathed out.

Like a tease, his nose tip skidded along the curve of her neck, her sweet smell engulfing his senses, easing his insides simultaneously evoking something intense as he sniffed in longingness.

"I don't like you ignoring me. It evokes ideas in my head. Ideas you won't appreciate but it entices me." There was something in his voice. Something so dark, that scared her and at the same time, surged in an unforeseen thrill. "It makes me want to steal you away from the world and keep you fettered in my inferno. On my bed."

By the time he finished speaking, his voice had already dropped a few more octaves. Her body squirmed helplessly in his arms, shaken from the carnal dark promises seeping through his tone.

With a swift motion, he managed to spin her around and she ended up clashing with his robust chest. The sudden noise when he shut the wardrobe behind her, made her jolt.

The hand on her thigh, which was previously swamped drawing circles on her skin, ever so slowly slithered further up. Stopping after a while, it rested on her hip bone. And it caught her breath within her lungs. Back in her head, the awareness of how close it was to her virtue, wrecked shivers down her spine. Unintentionally, her thighs clamped shut together.

Her eyes darted up to his, the light from far slightly illuminating his side profile. Her voice wavered into a stutter, "What are you doing ?"

Taking his own sweet moment to study the outline of her frame through her silhouette, he voiced out, "Do you trust me, sweetheart ?"

Anticipation clawed at his guts, his own heart pounding. Relief, like never before, washed over him upon her shaky response, "Yes"

That's all it took to unleash the beast sitting in ambush. Tugging at her t-shirt end, he discarded it off her body with skilled movements, leaving her only in her undies. A guttural groan rumbled from the back of his throat. Even in the capped darkness, the fervency of his gaze held her captive. Like a muddled prey, willingly in the clutches of its predator.

Not allowing her any moment to dwell in second thoughts, his palms secured around the back of her thigh, lifting her frame up. On the instinct to steady herself, her legs wrapped around his torso, while she held on his shoulder for dear life.

A whimper egressed past her lips when her back collided with the wardrobe, only to arch against his chest further.

"Shhh" He husked, the sultriness of his breath evoking tingles on her skin. "We don't want your parents to hear what I'm doing with their daughter. Hnn ?"

Another whimper elicited from her lips after receiving a squeeze on her handful derrière, his actions deliberate and unashamed. With a proud smirk, his lips travelled further up from the heaving curve of her cleavage to the throbbing pulse of her neck.

"Now I'm going to kiss you. And like a sweet wife, I request you to kiss me back. Understood ?"

His words were thronged with dominance and at the same time, it laid out a facade of choice for her.

The sound of her pounding heart was resonating too loudly in her ears to grasp his words. Getting no response even after a couple of seconds, his palms gave one more squeeze to her derrières.

"Words, little wife." He growled, overshadowing the loud rumbling of the clouds in her ears.

Possessed under the devil's spell, she feebly breathed out, "Ye_es"

Chapter Words- 2022

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~T.R