I was in my cabin working on a few files when my cabins door burst open to reveal my one and only best friend, Adhiraj.

Adhiraj Singh Rajput, the cold, ruthless businessman. Holds the reputation of a womanizer, spotted with a chick every single day, but only a few know the truth.

"Mr. Oberoi toh ab itne bade aadmi hogye ki apne dost ko hi shaadi me nhi bulaya.", he mocked, nearing my table taking a seat opposite to me.

I looked up my computer screen to gaze at him, who was mindlessly spinning a paper weight kept on the table.

"What's going on in your mind?", I knew something was wrong with him.

"Is it her again?", I knew it... his face changed colors. He looked as if he would breakdown any moment.

"It's been 10 years", he whispered as a single tear drop fell from his left eye.

" 10 years of that dreadful school farewell. 10 years of the day we lost a crucial part of our group..... and 10 years of the day we lost touch", his voice wavered.

He shuffled his pant's pocket to take out a small invitation letter. His hands were shaking as he showed the letter to me.

"A school reunion", I read out. It maybe a really fun and nostalgic experience for many of us, but this was different and horrific for him.

"I don't know how would I face her after so long..", he panicked.

"Adhi, listen you need to hold your shit together. It's been long I know but you will be meeting the same people whom you spent your childhood with. That very same girl you gave your naïve heart too. Those very people whom you called friends. Relax.", I tried comforting him.

"Lekin uss sabke saath, woh ek insaan jiski kami hame uss manhus din ki yaad dilayegi jisse asal me hamara sabse yaadgaar din hona cahiye tha", he whispered.

"Bhai tu apni Devishi se milne jaa rha hai, baaki kuch matter nhi krta". he seemed to visibly relax at her name.

"My starling....", he said with utmost adoration in his eyes.

I took his hand in mine and said- "This time don't let her go."

"I won't let her leave me again..", he said determined.

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Adhiraj left after talking his feeling out. Now I was left alone tied in my thoughts.

Thoughts about My wife.

Yesterday night Dhairya had called me to reveal something I never thought could happen. I asked Dhairya to keep his calm and do a thorough investigation regarding Aashika's words.

Even I was doing the same.

'Ring'

My phone buzzed, braking the trail of my thoughts. It was Dhairya.

"Hello?"

"Bhai, plz come to the dungeon, I have called bhabhi too."

"And what about Aashika?"

"She is still sleeping..."

"So how are you planning to confront her?"

"I'll make sure I confront her PROPERLY.", his tone held malice and I could feel him smirking through the phone.

"Dhairya, she is your wife and you won't harm her in any way there might be some reason that Inayat supported her in this.", I warned.

"What reasons could she have....?", he retorted.

"Ab ye toh Inayat hi btayegi".

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I stirred in my sleep, feeling my head heavy and ready to burst.

I felt uneasy. Bloods smell lingered in my nostrils even in my dreams. The deadly picture. Everything appeared realistic yet unreal.

My eyes shot open and I sat up straight unable to bear the picture and figures forming in my head. But instead of fear I felt anger surge through my veins.

My head felt as if it would burst out.
I clutches my forehead as a short groan escaped my lips.

Wait !!

A hangover!!

What happened yesterday?

I couldn't remember anything. But faint images of me clinging to Dhairya made it's way to my brain.

'Shit', my eyes widened in embarrassment. I looked around when my eyes fell on a small note.

'Aashika, have the medicines for headache and stay in the penthouse only'

He left a note for me!
'Strange'

I got up from the bed, stumbling a little. I made my way towards the kitchen only to find a note attached to the refrigerator.

'I have prepared the breakfast, eat on time wifey'

I felt heat rising to my cheeks reading the word wifey.

'What has gotten into this guy ?'

(Author: stay aware bbg .. Dhairya being all lovey dovey is a sign of danger.😈😈)

I went towards the kitchen counter to take a glimpse of the breakfast.

He had prepared pancaked and mango smoothie. My mouth watered looking at the dish.

I shuffled through the containers only to find another note attached.

'Chocolate syrup in the 3rd shelf from right..'

How does he know I like that with pan cakes?

I looked inside that shelf to find Hershey's Choco syrup anddddddd

A note attached to it!

'Heat the food in oven lazy ass🙂'

Omg this man.!!

I returned to the room to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down my body, I tried to remember the events of the previous night but couldn't.

I hope what I drank yesterday was vodka only ... or else...

I looked down my body searching for suggestion marks but found none.

'Sighs', nothing like that happened.

I came out of the shower, wrapping a white fluffy towel around my body I first did my skin care and then got dressed up in a light casual track pants and top.

I went downstairs ready to savor the pancakes and smoothie.

The pancake dipped in syrup felt like heaven ...

I finished my breakfast happily and then thought to spend rest of her day watching Netflix and chill.

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I got off my car entering the private dungeon of the Oberoi's.

The smell of clot and blood lingered in the air, obviously Zain wouldn't have liked this place for a talk.

I feel something is definitely gonna happen today.

I made my way inside the huge, vacant building, entering inside I stood in a big hall which was completely empty only 3 chairs were placed in the middle.

"Welcome to my abode Inayat", I heard Dhairya's voice which was strangely menacing.

He came out of a room along with Zain who held a cold expression as if highly dissapointed with me.

Yes he might be.

"Spill the beans already Inayat.", Zain spoke, his tone emotionless.

"And what makes you think I would say anything?", I raised my eyebrows.

Dhariya pointed at the tip of his gun brushing his fingers slightly.

"It's been long we threatened each other bestie.", he smirked.

I smirked back taking out my baby from my purse.

'Taurus GX 4', not the best one in the world, but I carry it cause it looks good. 😉

"We can play this game buddy..", I retorted loading my gun.

"Remember you can't kill?", Dhairya smirked loading his gun too.

"Remember I recently killed your wives lover?", I looked at him.

"And that's where we went wrong Inu..  you didn't ", my eyes widened listening to him.

"How?"

"Game over Inayat, now tell the truth...", Dhairya said his tone sounded conclusive.

"I wont tell you everything,  ask your wife she knows better.. but the crucks are------------"

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I ended up telling them half the story.

Zain was extremely shocked. He froze at his place for good 5 minutes. After he came out of his initial shock his features contoured with anger.

"You shouldn't have done that Inayat!", he said with gritted teeth.

"When you get to know the reason behind it you would understand why I did that. And it's for Aashika to tell because she was the witness"

Dhairya didn't say a word after hearing me. He couldn't just take in the scenario. He tried to join the threads and hints which he noticed in all these weeks when suddenly  something struck him.

"Inayat, do you have the keys of Aashika's art gallery?", he asked in anticipation.

"Why should I give it to you?", I smirked referring to something which only Dhairya knew...

"urgggggghh fine, give me the keys and I'll come", he forwarded his hand for a handshake.

"deal then", I took his hand and shook it tightly and a little playfully.

"Deal", Dhairya said hissing at my grip.

Zain watched their encounter with a frown on face.

"What are you guys planning huh??", he finally spoke..

"Dhairya, your brother is a tubelight..", I remarked shaking my head.

"I know right", Dhairya stuffed his laughter.

"WHarr", Zain was still confused. 

"Leave it husband, lets go now the smell of blood is kinda suffocating me", I said covering my nose.

"Yah right, I completely forgot about it ", he made a 'disgusted' expression before taking my hand in his moving out of the dungeon.  

'' yahyah whatever"..

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Dhairya parked his car in front of Aashika's art gallery. Aashika was in fact a really famous artist, whose paintings were sold for millions of dollars but on a contrary her art gallery was small and cozy. It gave an old school vibe.

Dhairya carefully unlocked the door of the gallery, stepping inside the small hall. 

The walls were full of paintings of sceneries, landscapes, portrays, and some abstracts. Most of her painting were joyful and many had a moral too.

Dhairya's eyes fell on an abstract art which was difficult to make sense out of it. But as he carefully observed the painting he saw a cycle going on in it. 

A woman was sitting at the center, her face hidden between her hands. Many other small figures were coming out of her heart. One figure was of a baby, another was of a girl with lots of books, next was of a working women, then a women getting intimate with a man , then a figure in which she held a child. 

It was a life cycle of a women. A similar painting was placed there which represented the struggles of a man. 

TO SAY DHAIRYA WAS MESMARISED WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT.

He was spellbound seeing the paintings, trying to comprehend the message of the artist rather than just appreciating the colors and designs.

A cool breeze blew, making the wind chimes ring producing a soothing symphony of music. He roamed around the art gallery trying to find out one particular painting. 

As he walked through the gallery, his eyes fell on a room which was slightly ajar. He opened it wide, entering inside the room. 

Looking around, his eyes widened seeing variety of paintings but this time they were familiar. 

He spotted the first painting where a little girl was crying sitting on the terrace. The second painting resembled young Inayat, who was holding a small baby in her hands, crying. Her clothes were blood stained and face was pale. 

He felt uneasy looking at them. 

There was a huge portray of a beautiful lady placed at the center. The lady was so much like Aashika. Their were several other paintings depicting incidents both happy and sad. 

While  one picture showed a happy family the other depicted a shattered soul. Dhairya walked forward spotting a canvas.

THERE WAS IT ... THE PAINTING HE WAS LOOKING FOR ............

He picked it up, carefully examining it but looking at the painting his eyes widened. He felt frozen at his place.

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AT the Penthouse.

Aashika thought to prepare the dinner as a 'token of gratitude for her husband who prepared breakfast for her.'

Cooking was something she never liked. It was always Inayat who did experiments in the kitchen. But still she tried today just for him.

"Ek  chammach haldi and..... tch ye kaisi smell hai?"

"Aree aree shit!!", she quickly ran towards the oven to take out the paneer tikka.

"Ahhhhhhh!!", she screamed in pain as her hands got burned.

Tears stained her cheeks, as she kept crying silently without treating her wound at all.

The door nob twisted as it opened slowly to reveal a very angry Dhairya.

His eyes were blood shot red with rage. He took long strides towards Aashika, jerking her arm making her stand up stumbling on her feet.

"SPILL THE TRUTH AASHIKA, YOUR GAME IS OVER!", HE YELLES...

TO BE CONTINUED....

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HELLO PEEPS

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