SHEHNAAZ POV

"I'm sorry baby." Sidharth ji says, once we are away from that man and others.

"It's okay Sidharth ji. It was not your fault. I wasn't uncomfortable with his suggestion about modeling. Because I know you and I know my father. You both won't like it. I'm not interested in it either. But I was with his glaze on me. It was filthy. I felt disgusted. He was looking at my assets. I felt dirty." I clear his misunderstanding, if he has any.

"I know baby. I said sorry for that only. I felt like killing that asshole. For looking at you like that. But I didn't react impulsively because of this place. It's filled with people. I didn't wanted to create a scene here." He sounds guilty for not doing anything.

"It's okay. I understand. It's your party. Even I won't like it if you will ruin your business party because of me." I say with honesty

"I feel guilty. You know. If it was just my party I would definitely do something. But, it's mine and Mr. Chauhan's party. His name and reputation is also involved in it. But don't worry I won't leave that asshole so easily." He says in anger in end.

"Don't do anything stupid. Don't fight with him." I tell him not to involve in violence.

He didn't say anything which will assure me he won't do anything which won't involve violence.

"Come sit here." He says sweetly and makes me sit back on the couch. But he didn't sit beside me.

"Won't you sit with me?" I ask.

"I will go, get a glass of juice for you and something to eat for us. You haven't eaten anything yet. Do you wanna go washroom?" He asks in concern.

"No. I'm fine. I'll let you know if I have to go." I tell him, smiling.

"Okay. I'll be just right back baby. Just don't move from here. Alright?" He says, and kisses my forehead sweetly

"I can't stay alone. You said you won't leave me alone here." I remind him.

"I am not going anywhere far baby. I'll be just a few feet away from you. I'll get the food for us and come back to you." He says and kisses my hands. "My eyes will be on you. Okay?" He adds.

Having no choice I say, "Okay. Come fast."

"I'll come faster, Love. I'll come faster." Saying he went to get our food.

Now it's been ten minutes, that I'm sitting alone, silently playing with my fingers waiting for him to return. He didn't come but Mr. Vardhan came instead and sat opposite me.

"Why are you sitting alone Mrs. Agnihotri? Where is Sidharth?" He asks, taking a seat opposite me.

"He went to get us something to eat." I tell him the truth.

"Hmm. Would you like to have something to drink?" He asks politely. Like a gentleman.

"No. Thank you. I'm fine." I say.

"As you wish. Well, where are you from? Punjab?" He guessed in the end.

"Yes." I nod. "You?"

"I was born in Delhi. But when I was 10 my parents shifted here. So, you can say, I am half Delhi half Mumbai." He says in a joyful voice.

"That's great." I say smiling.

But where is Sidharth ji? I am getting worried now. Not for him but for me. After all, I am alone here with Mr. Playboy. Who is trying to make me comfortable with him. And, I don't want to be comfortable with him. At all.

"When did this happen?" He asks about my eyes.

"Last year. It was an accident." I replies. Short and simple.

"Oh! Poor you." He says, feeling pity for me.

"It's okay. Sidharth ji is a great husband. He is very supportive and loving. It's not that hard for me to live like this." I say with honesty.

"Yeah. Definitely. He is a great man. Oh! Here comes your husband. Mr. Agnihotri, she was waiting for you." He says.

"Oh," Sidharth ji says.

"Excuse me." Saying Mr. Vardhan left.

"Hey! Baby." Sidharth ji says taking a seat beside me.

"Where were you?" I ask.

He is late.

"Food baby food." He says, and makes me eat a mouthful of pasta to shut my mouth.

Liar

I quickly chew the food then ask, "Are you lying to me? Where you fighting with Mr. Dubey? Somewhere?"

"No. I wasn't fighting. I just got the food. But on my way I met with Dr. Shukla. So, I got busy talking with him. He was asking about you. When we are going to London for your operation and all." He informs me.

"Dr. Shukla? What is he doing here? At a business party?" I ask in confusion.

"I don't know. I didn't ask why is he here." He says.

He sounds honest. I guess he is not lying.

"Hmm. Is he getting married to Dr. Shehnaaz?" I ask

"Baby I don't know. But yes, he said if he will marry her in the near future he will buy their engagement dresses and other wedding functions dresses from my brand." He says happily

"That's awesome. I hope they marry soon." I say smiling.

"Yes. You want everyone to marry soon and make babies. Have food." He chuckles, and feed me some more pasta.

"It's good." I say.

"Hmm? Not more than you." He flirts, and keeps his one hand resting on my naked leg, caressing my skin.

"Pervert." I giggle.

"Who calls their own husband pervert baby?" He asks, feeling offended.

"I do." I smirk.

"You know, what kind of a man a girl want?" I say

"What?" He asks, getting curious. "Like me?" He added.

"Yes. Like you. Who has a handsome face, acts like a gentleman in front of people. But have a dirty mind. A mixture of 50% of gentlemen and 50% of pervert, but behind the closed doors." I say giggling.

"That's funny." He laughs.

"It's not funny. It's you mister." I smirk

"I'll take it as a compliment then." He says, still laughing.

"It was." I giggle.

"Eat."

"Yes."

As we finished eating our food we heard an announcement for dance.

"Ladies and gentleman, now I would like you all to come on the dance floor with your lovely partners for dance." A man says over microphone, announcing all the couples for a dance.

"I'm not interested." I say, before Sidharth ji could make me do it.

"I'm not asking you to dance. I myself can't dance. There's more people I need to talk and meet. Either come with me or will you stay back here? By the time I'll meet others?" He asks

"No. Don't leave me alone. I don't feel safe without you. You know I was nervous with him (Vardhan). What if he come back again seeing me alone here?" I asks, indirectly telling him my fear.

He must be looking like a gentleman. But you never know their real intention behind politeness when we meet a stranger for the first time. What if he is acting polite with me to make me comfortable around him then seeing an opportunity he will try to harm me? You never know. I can't even protect myself like others. Who can see.

"Hmm! Then come with me." He help me to get up.

Then we walk to somewhere and Sidharth ji got busy talking with few man. His left hand was wrapping around my waist holding me tightly close to him all the time. He is again talking about some business and political stuff. No doubt I'm getting bored. But what can I do? Nothing. This is what I choose for myself.

But, once a romantic song starts to play in the background for a romantic dance. I ignore their talk and concentrate on the music. It's a beautiful song. It's a romantic and passionate love song. "Aa Zara" song from Imran Hashim's movie. I forgot the movie name. Maybe! Murder 2 or 3 something?

Yeh raat ruk jaye, baat tham jaye, teri baahon mein
Khwaishein jagi hain pyase pyase labhon pe
Khud ko jala doon, teri aanhon mein

Aagosh mein aaj mere samaa ja
Jaane kya hona hai kal
Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se
Aa ja zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se
Jee le

Yeh jahaan saara bhool kar
Jismo ke saaye tale dheeme dheeme chale raat bhar
Pal do pal hum hai humsafar
Thay abhi dono yahaan honge subah jaane kahan kya khabar

Aa ja zara khud ko mujh mein milaa ja
Jaane kya hona hai kal
Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se
Aa ja zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se, jee le...

I'm humming the song in mind but suddenly I paused in middle. Once I felt a brush of fingers against my naked back. I know it was not Sidharth ji who touched me. But someone else. Because he is still holding me from my waist tightly, engrossed in a deep conversation about politics.

Who is he? I'm confused. Plus I'm worried about me. Sidharth ji will kill him. But, who is he? That's the question. I can't just blame someone like that. I need proof.

"Oh my God. Are you guys serious? You guys are talking about politics here? About Mr. Modi and Rahul Gandhi? Get a life. I mean talk about something interesting." Mr. Vardhan says, coming from nowhere.

He was not here before. Is it him? It must be him. After all he is the Mr. Playboy.

"What interesting?" Sidharth ji asks

"Like, anything. About beautiful girls or women's. You know." He says in playful tone, eyeing me?

Is that him? Not thinking much I hold Sidharth ji's hand tightly and hold his arm too. It was a sign for washroom. I need to pee.

"I'm not interested in any other women or girl. Apart from mine. You guys carry on. Excuse me." Sidharth ji says politely and took me away.

"Who was it?" He ask as soon as we come away from them.

"Vardhan Chauhan? Maybe. Someone touched my back. Did he come from behind us? Me?" I asks

He became silent and walked me towards the washroom I guess.

"Washroom is here. Come." He took me inside the washroom area then opened a gate and I walked into a toilet.

"Can you do it yourself? Or you need my help?" He asks teasing me.

"I can do it." I tell him halfheartedly

He didn't say anything about that incident. He didn't tell me if it was Vardhan Chauhan or not? As if he doesn't care. Or he didn't heard what I said to him. Or maybe he didn't saw who was it. That's why he is quite. Maybe? He doesn't want to blame anyone unnecessarily without any proof. He needs proof. For it, he have to check the CCTV footage. Yes. That's why he is quite now. Once he will know who is the culprit he will punish him with proof. Yes.

"Okay. I'll be outside. Once you're done call me inside. You need to wash your hands. Hmm? It's a ladies washroom." He says kissing my forehead.

"Okay." I say.

He left closing the door behind. I quickly pull up the heavy gown and pull down my panty and sit on the commode to pee. I feel light when I peed. But the next moment I heard his angry voice calling someone an "asshole". He is shouting at someone. For me.

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SIDHARTH POV

As I come out leaving Shehnaaz inside the washroom, I met Mr. Dubey just outside the washroom. Seeing him my blood boiled in anger. My jaw automatically clenches and my hands folds into a fist, and I gave him no chance to understand anything before my fist landed on his ugly face.

I hit him. Hard.

"What the hell?" He groan in pain, and looks at me in shock.

The hit was unexpected after all.

"You fucking asshole." Saying, I give him another hard punch on his ugly face.

The person who dared to touch my wife that too under my nose was this asshole, Mr. Dubey. I saw him passing by behind us. Me and Shehnaaz, when I was busy talking with others.

I punch him again.

It wasn't Vardhan. He will never dare to touch my wife. He must be an asshole but not a fucking idiot who will dare to touch his business partner's wife or girlfriend. He has this decency at least. He himself told me. Today itself.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you hitting me all the time? Seeing me alone?" He asks, groans in pain holding his already bruised face.

Yes, I already hit him before. I did, when I tell Shehnaaz that I'm going to get us something to eat. It was an excuse. That time, I looked for him, and found him outside and directly went to him and beat the shit out of him, taking him off guard. Looks like getting a few punches wasn't enough for him.

Yes. I lied to Shehnaaz that I met Dr. Sidharth here. He is not here. But he definitely told me about his wedding dresses thing when I talked with him in the morning. He was asking about Shehnaaz and when we are going to London for her operation.

I was missing for so long because first, I was busy taking care of this motherfucker who dared to eye-rape my woman. In front of me. I beat him for a good ten minutes, then I came back, made our plates and comes to her. While I was missing beating this asshole. That time Vardhan went to meet Shehnaaz seeing her alone. I myself send him to her. To look after her. While I'll be missing. Telling him, I'm going to take care of Dubey.

At that time we had a conversation. He asks me why Shehnaaz looked distenced to him. That time, I told him about his so-called gentleman imagine. He laughed then told me, he doesn't sleep with his business partner's wife or girlfriend. He has this moral. Then he told me, my wife is not his type either. I didn't felt offended but glad. Everyone has a different liking and type. That time, he said he will look after her behind my back. I trusted him.

"How dare you touched me again?" Dubey asks in anger

"Don't you know why, you asshole? You fucking dare to touch my wife. Under my nose. You thought she won't tell me, if you will do it? Huh? Bloody asshole." Saying I give him another hard punch, on his stomach.

"I'll sue you Mr. Agnihotri." He groans in pain, holding his stomach. Where I hit him seconds ago.

"Oh! No you won't." I pinned him on the wall and pushed my hand tightly around his neck, making him breathless.

"Because, you know you'll go to jail before me. Do you know why?" I lean close to his ear and tighten my grip around his fat neck.

"Because you dare to touch my innocent wife. Who can't even protect herself from a monster like you." Saying I tighten my grip more making him, choking him.

"Le..av..e.. m..me." He begs, choking, trying to remove my hand from his neck.

"I will. But first, you have to apologize to my wife. Going on your knees," I punch on his fat stomach. He groans loudly in pain. "Begging for her mercy."

"I.. wi.. ill." He agreed.

"Alright then." I left his neck.

He starts grasping for air, coughing badly. This fatty ugly monster was about to die in my hand minutes ago.

"Do you have a wife?" I ask

He nods positively.

"Do you have any children? Daughter?" I ask

"Yes. I do." His voice is hoarse, almost breathless.

"Oh! Unfortunately, you won't have any wife and children anyone." I tell him, deadpan.

He looks up to me in shock. "What do you mean?"

I smirk, "Because you will be in jail. And, I will tell your lovely wife and children how fucking asshole you are in real. Who molest an innocent and helpless woman." I finished smirking evilly.

"You won't do that. You can't do that. My life? My family. My business. My reputation. Everything will be finished." He argues, getting angry.

"I'll finish you. Just wait and watch you asshole." I tell him, and give a last punch on his ugly face.

Next moment Shehnaaz is calling me inside getting panic. "Sidharth ji?"

"You got saved by her now. Otherwise, I would punch you more." Saying I enter inside the washroom.

"Baby," I say sweetly seeing her. She is standing near the wash besin. "What are you doing?"

"What were you doing outside?" She asks, panicking.

"Nothing. Was just talking with an asshole in his language that he understand. You know. Come let me wash your hands." I holds her hand tightly in mine, and open the tap to wash them.

"I can do myself." She says

"Okay." I put some hand wash into her hand then she cleaned her hand nicely. I turned off the tap and pass her some tissue paper to dry her hands.

"With whom did you fight? Tell me honestly. Who was it?" She asks, once she is done drying her hand.

I took the wet tissue paper from her hand and dump it in dustbin. "Dubey."

"Mr. Dubey?" She says in shock

"Yes. Why are you so shock? As if you didn't expected him?" I chided.

"It's not that. I thought he won't come after me, after you warned him. That's why." Saying she hugs me tightly

I warps my hands around her and pulled her closer to me. "Yeah. Even I didn't expected that." It's true. That even after warning him giving him some punch he still dare to touch her. Under my nose.

"Come. Let's go out. Or else, some woman will beat you now." She says, giggling.

"Yeah. True." I say smiling. Seeing her happy self.

We go out. Then I directly took her to Dubey. He have to apologies to her. I hope he remembers it.

"Do it. Now." I tell him, holding Shehnaaz hand tightly.

"Do what?" Shehnaaz asks from side, cluelessly.

"Mr. Dubey, wants to apologies to you." As I tell her, she grasp in shock. I ignore her expression and look back at Dubey. "Do. It. Now."

"I won't go on my knees. Because you're making my life hell." He argues like a fucking idiot.

But yes it's true. I'll make his life living hell.

"I don't care. Go. On. Your. Knees. And apologies to her. Now." I say getting angry.

My anger is worst. He should not mess with me by touching my wife and eye-raping her.

"Do it Dubey. We have CCTV footage." Vardhan says coming from behind us.

"You got it?" I ask

"Yes." He nods then look at Dubey, "Apologies to her Dubey. Act like a man, at least once in your life." He taunted.

"Do it now Dubey." I tell him again, clinching my jaw.

Dubey goes on his both knees, "I'm sorry."

"Say, I'm sorry sister. I won't do it ever again in my life. Not even with my ex-wife. I'm sure she'll leave you." I tell him, smirking.

"Sorry sister," He says gritting his teeth, "this won't happen again." And quickly got up from the floor and left in a hurry.

"Damn! He missed to say that ex-wife part. What a miss." Vardhan says in disappointment, then laughs.

Shehnaaz and I also join him then.

"Thank you." Shehnaaz says hugging me, once our laugh dies.

"Oh! Come on baby. This is what I suppose to do. Well, he is going to jail tomorrow. After we file a complaint." I say, kissing her forehead.

"Gross. Don't make out infont of me at least." Vardhan says and leaves in a hurry.

"He was here? Shit!" Shehnaaz says getting embarrassed.

I laugh. "Let's go home."

"Please."

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