Bhumi's POV!

"How can she claim to be pregnant with your baby, when nothing happened between you two? Or did something happen between you two?" I asked, my heart breaking at the thought of it.

"Bhumi, my love —" Aryamann called out softly.

"Tell me."

"A couple of months ago, I went to a party. It was our anniversary on that day. And I got drunk. I don't remember what happened after that. When I woke up, I found myself in bed with Harini," he said, and I sucked in a sharp breath hearing that.

"I was shocked. I couldn't remember anything of the night. When I asked her, she said nothing much happened. That we just made out a little and I fell asleep after that," he said, and I frowned at that.

If they slept together that night, why would Harini keep it a secret?

"And yesterday she told me that we had sex that night. When I questioned her about that, she said she lied that night because I was taking your name the whole night. That's where she got me, Bhumi. For a moment, I believed it. Because there was no other way I would be touching her. And she knew it too. So she played me. I still can't remember that night, but I am sure nothing happened. I wouldn't be able to do that, Bhumi," Aryamann said, in a pleading tone.

"Why?"

"Three years, Bhumi. Three years you weren't with me. I was not able to even look at another woman. How do you think I can touch another woman when you are the only one I wanted?" Aryamann asked, and I hugged him hard.

"I love you, Aryamann Mehrotra. I love you to the moon and back," I confessed heartily.

"Oh, my love. I thought you would never say that ever again," he said, hugging me back tightly.

We remained in each other's arms for a while.

"So? What should we do about Harini?" I asked.

"The DNA test would prove that the baby isn't mine. But she isn't agreeing to the DNA test," Aryamann said.

"Because she knows her lie would be caught after the DNA test?" I asked.

"Exactly. Her main intention must be to create a rift between us," Aryamann said.

"Then why not let her know that her plan failed?" I asked, with a smirk.

"What do you have in your mind?" Aryamann asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Wait and see," I said, picked up the phone, and dialled the number of Kabir Basu to discuss my plan with him.

"Right. Let's go, hubby. It's time for the show," I said and stood up.

Aryamann had a smirk on his face.

I looped my arms around his, and we walked out, hand in hand.

As soon as we reached the lobby, we were surrounded by the reporters.

Kabir Basu, Karan Jha, Emily, and Sathya.

I winked at them, and they smirked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mehrotra, what do you have to say about the picture that has been circulating in the media since the morning?" Karan asked.

"Honestly, I have nothing to say about it," Aryamann said, with a casual shrug.

"Why would you accompany Ms. Bhatia to a maternity clinic?" Emily asked.

"Ms. Bhatia is claiming to be pregnant with my husband's baby," I said, without any filter.

"And you are okay with that, Mrs. Mehrotra?" Sathya asked.

"One, I trust my husband. Though we have been apart for three years, we have respected the vows of our marriage all through our separation." I said.

"Why would Ms. Bhatia claim to be pregnant with Mr. Mehrotra if they haven't had an affair?" The next question came.

"As per Ms. Bhatia's words, this happened while Aryamann was drunk. Aryamann has no memory of that night. So if Harini Bhatia is cheap enough to take advantage of a drunk man, what can I say about it? I would still like to have a DNA report before taking her words seriously," I said.

Now, let's see how she is going to escape from this.

Either she has to agree to the DNA test or she will have to stay away.

She is locked hard!

"And if the DNA test turns out positive?" Sathya asked.

"If the DNA test comes back positive, we will definitely provide financial support for that child and will come to an amicable custody arrangement. We will definitely appoint solicitors to look after the expenses of the baby. Trust funds will be set up. Everything legally and morally required will be done. Only after the DNA tests," I said sternly as I was hundred percent sure that the baby was not Aryamann's. I choose to believe him. If I let Harini's lie get to me, then there would be no difference between me and how Aryamann was three years ago.

"And if Ms. Bhatia refuses for a DNA test?"

"Well, she already denied. I went to the maternity clinic today, demanding a DNA test. Ms. Bhatia denied. Well, let her take her own time and make a decision. We can wait," Aryamann said with a shrug.

"If you will excuse us, we are on the way to a lunch date. A day out without the boys," I said, with a wink, and we walked away from there.

As soon as we entered the car, Aryamann pulled me in for a deep kiss.

"Ranbir should have warned her not to pull any stunt against you," Aryamann said, after the soul-tearing kiss.

I laughed out loud.

"I would love to teach her a lesson myself. After this, she will think at least ten times before trying to cross my territory," I said with a smirk.

"Damn woman! Do you have any idea how hot you look?" Aryamann groaned, giving me the heated looks.

"Prove to me," I whispered, leaning forwards and placing a seductive peck on his lips.

"How long will Siddharth keep the boys?" Aryamann asked, as he started the car.

"As long as we want," I said, placing a hand on his thigh and moving it seductively.

"You are playing with fire, Mrs. Bhumika Basu Mehrotra," Aryamann said, with a warning note in it.

"Burn me," I said.

Third person's POV!

Aryamann drove recklessly through the roads of Mumbai before he stopped at the nearest five-star residency. Being a top-notch businessman had its own perk. The presidential suite was at their service within no time.

As soon as the doors of the suite closed behind them, Aryamann grabbed her close.

He speared his fingers through her dark curls, pulled her head back, and kissed her hard.

Bhumi wrapped her arms around his waist and moved in even closer. Aryamann's head exploded at the incredible taste of her. And then he wanted more. A groan slid from her throat, and that sound fed the flames enveloping him.

All he could think was to get her clothes off her. To cup her breasts, to take each of her nipples into his mouth and listen to the whimpering sounds of pleasure she would make as he took her.

He wanted to look down into those hazel eyes and watch them go blind with passion. He wanted to feel her hands sliding across his skin, holding him tightly to her.

His kiss deepened farther, his tongue tangling with hers in a tango of desire.

Bhumi clung to him, letting him know in the most primal way that she felt the same. That her own needs and desires were pushing at her. He took her deeper, held her tighter and spun her around toward the closest couch.

He kept his mouth fused to hers as he laid her down on the wide, soft cushions and followed after, keeping her close to his side.

She arched up, back bowing as he ran one hand up and down the length of her. All he could think about was touching her skin, feeling the heat of her.

He flipped the button of her jeans open, pulled down the zipper, then slid his hand down, across her abdomen, feeling her shiver with every inch of flesh he claimed.

His fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties and she lifted her hips as he moved to cup her heat.

She gasped, tore her mouth from his and clutched at his shoulders when he stroked her.

He loved the feel of her— slick, wet, hot. His body tightened painfully as he stared into her eyes.

His mind fuzzed out and his body ached. He touched her, again and again, stroking, pushing into her heat, caressing her inside and out, driving them both to the edge of insanity.

"Oh Aryamann!"

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Bhumi's pov!

"Mr Mehrotra, Ms Bhatia is here," the housekeeper informed us and left.

"Woah. Took her a whole twenty four hours to come here," I said, sarcastically.

It was just yesterday when we pulled that tabloid stunt against Harini. And finally she is here.

Time for the face off.

"Come, let's go downstairs" I said.

"Where are the boys? I don't want them to be around her." Aryamann said.

"They are in the garden park. I will let the nanny know, not send them into the study." I said and we walked down to the study, where Harini was asked to wait for us.

"Ms Bhatia. What a pleasure to meet you." I said, in a mock cheerful tone as soon as we entered the study.

She shot me a look of such a loathing, I would have flinched if I hadn't been prepared for this.

"You! How dare you?" Harini screamed at me.

"Ms Bhatia. Keep your voice down while talking to my wife. Especially when you are standing in her home." Aryamann said in a hard tone.

"How could you do all that? How could you humiliate me like that? In front of the media?" Harini screamed again.

"Well, you should have thought about that before putting your reporter to publish the maternity clinic photo. Harini darling, haven't you learned in school that every action has an equal and opposite reaction? Should have paid more attention." I said, making a mock sympathetic face.

"You! You will pay for this," Harini hollered loudly.

"I will leisurely do it. First tell me when are you going in for the DNA test?" I asked, looking at my nails, giving a bored look.

"There will be no DNA test. This baby is Aryamann's." Harini said hardly.

"If you are so sure, why not go for the DNA test. BTW, from the first look, I knew you were cheap. I didn't expect you to stoop low enough to take advantage of a drunk man." I said, clucking my tongue.

"I didn't take any advantage. Your husband was a willing partner." Harini said, with an ugly smirk.

"Well, you yourself told him that he was too drunk to remember anything. Also that he kept taking my name! Aryamann, my love, what do we call it, if a man did it to a woman, what Harini did to you?" I asked, looking at Aryamann.

"Rape?" Aryamann asked.

Funny that anyone could rape Aryamann!

"I did no such thing." Harini argued furiously.

"You definitely did. You just said you slept with Aryamann while he was knocked out with alcohol." I pointed out.

"For heaven's sake, we didn't sleep together. He was too caught up in his Bhumi world to think of anything else. As soon as we reached the room, he fell on the bed and went to sleep." Harini blurted out angrily, making me smirk.

"Thank you for the confession, Harini darling. It is recorded in my button camera. You can definitely see it aired tonight." I said, in a mocking tone, pointing at the button camera on my shirt.

We were prepared for this.

Harini looked at me in horror.

"Get out of my home" I said angrily, pointing at the door.

"You," she took a step towards me, but Aryamann was quick to step in between us.

"Don't you dare, Harini," Aryamann said in a warning tone.

"Rey." I called out loudly, and he was in front of us in no time.

"Yes, Bhumi."

"Get this woman out of this property right now. And let all the security staff know that she is never to be allowed in here again." I ordered.

"Your wish, my command." Rey said and quickly held Harini by arms and pulled her out of the study and hopefully out of our lives.

Aryamann pulled me into his arms and hugged me hard.

"I love you."

"I love you more.."

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