Two days later

Bhumi's pov!

I opened my eyes when the sun rays lit my face. We got back to Mumbai late last night. I don't even remember getting to the bed.

I tried to get up, but a pair of arms were keeping me locked. I looked up to see Aryamann sleeping peacefully.

Everything that happened last week came rushing to my mind. Heat crept up my cheeks thinking about those sensuous and intimate moments we spend together.

Where was your brain Bhumi?

Oh god!

My eyes widened when Aryamann moved.

I quickly sat up on the bed.

"Bhumi," Aryamann called me in his husky voice.

No! No!

This is going to be the 'last week was a mistake' conversation.

I have read too many books to know how this is going to end and I am not ready for this yet.

"I will go take a shower," I said, trying to get up from the bed only to be pulled back by Aryamann.

"Bhumi, last week-" he started saying.

"Don't!" I said in a warning tone .

"What?" He asked and his brows were furrowed in confusion.

"I don't want to talk about last week, Aryamann." I said and his jaws clenched tight.

"Why?" He gritted out.

"I just don't want to!" I said not to make eye contact.

"Do you regret it, Bhumi??" He asked.

What? Why would he ask me that!

"Bhumi?" He asked again.

"Do you?" I asked, without looking at him.

"Do I what?" He asked.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, and I could hear my heart thudding against my ribcage in anticipation.

"I don't," he said and I looked at him and saw in his eyes that he didn't regret it at all.

I felt like a huge weight had been removed from my heart.

Maybe, maybe there is hope for us.

"I thought- " I trailed off not knowing what to say.

"You thought what?" He asked curiously.

"I thought you would say last week was a mistake," I said softly.

"Why would you think so, Bhumi?" He asked in confusion.

"That always happens in all those books I read." I said, and he looked at me in disbelief.

"Seriously, Bhumi?? Books? Now?" He asked and I gave a sheepish smile.

"So you don't regret it?" He asked and I shook my head in a no.

"So, you won't mind if I do this, would you?" He asked, tugging me towards him. I ended up on his chest.

"Or this," he said, slipping his hands inside my top and running his hands through my bare back. My breath hitched at the skin to skin contact.

"Or this," he said, kissing my neck along with flipping our position so that he is now on top of me.

"Or maybe this," he said, trailing his lips along my jaw and stopping at the corner of my lips.

"Or this," he said, slamming his lips on mine.

How could you ever think you were inexperienced in kissing. All you have to do is kiss Aryamann Mehrotra sooner to awaken the kissing monster within you.

I pushed him slightly and got up immediately, blushing to my roots.

"You are still blushing?" He asked, his voice laced with amusement.

I glared at him. Seriously? This guy can make a coffee blush!

"I need a shower." I ran towards the en suite without even looking back making him chuckle.

""""""

"Jammu? Why?" Aryamann asked Darsha Maa.

"There is a wedding, Aryamann. The groom's father is an old business associate of ours." Darsha Maa said.

Darsha Maa came for a visit in the evening, before she left for Jammu Kashmir, for a wedding.

She came inside and witnessed something she wasn't supposed to see. You get the picture right?

I still couldn't look at her. I am too embarrassed to do that.

And Aryamann, he acts as if nothing happened.

He is too cool for someone who got caught, making out, by their own mother.

I mean, I am too flustered and he is too calm and collected.

I can't even move away from the couch because he has a tight grip around me as if he knew I would run for the hills if he loosens his grip.

"Bhumi? Why are you so silent, darling? Usually you keep on talking." Darsha Maa said, looking at me with a naughty smirk on her face.

Damn!!

"Nothing like that, Maa. You were talking business and I thought not to disturb you two." I said not really looking at them both.

"Oh really?" Aryamann asked, looking at me with amusement and I glared at him.

"So when are you giving me a grandchild?" Darsha Maa asked and Aryamann stiffened.

All the amusement washed away from his eyes and replaced with an emotion I don't understand.

I looked at Darsha Maa awkwardly and she didn't press the subject much.

"Anyways, I am leaving. You can continue working on that grandbaby of mine," she winked at me and walked out.

As soon as she walked out of the room, Aryamann got up from the couch with a lightning speed.

"Aryamann?" I whispered.

"What?" He asked coldly.

What happened suddenly?

Everything was alright a moment ago?

"What happened, Aryamann?" I asked anxiously.

"Nothing that concerns you, Bhumi," he gritted out.

"Everything was alright a few minutes back. Now why are you talking to me like this??" I asked.

"Like what?" He laughed humorlessly.

"Aryamann, don't do this" I pleaded with him.

"Oh, are you dreaming of having my baby Bhumi?" He asked coldly.

"What?" I whispered in shock.

The man standing in front of me is not the Aryamann I have seen for the last few weeks.

He is not even the same man whom I met more than six months ago.

He looks different.

More cold! More distant! More ruthless!

"Get this straight into your head Bhumi Basu. Don't think you can trap me into this marriage by getting pregnant," he said and I looked at him in disbelief.

Is that what he thinks of me?

"Aryamann, what are you even talking about?"

"I don't want a baby! Not with you anyway!!" He said and I stood there not knowing what to say.

Rejection hurts!

"Why did you make love to me if you hate me so much?" I asked in a low voice!!

"Make love? We didn't make love, Bhumi! We had s*x!" He said coldly and I closed my eyes in anguish.

If he had stabbed a knife in my chest, it wouldn't have hurt this much.

How could he say that to me? I gave him my everything and he..

"Aryamann please, don't do this to me," I begged.

"Listen, just forget whatever dreams of luxurious life you have built in your head okay," he said coldly.

"I didn't-"

"I am not in a mood to talk," he said and walked out of the house, leaving me hurt and broken.

Maybe he got tensed about having a baby!

Maybe he didn't mean everything he said!

Maybe he will be back to normal once he cools down!

I will talk to him when he calms down!

A/N

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