My phone rings in my pocket. I take it out as I gaze down at it, " Love," I tap on her stomach softly. She clenches my arm. The back of my fingers rub on the soft skin of her arms.       I fu****g hate it when I see tears in her eyes. It blackens my mood.      She looks at me with her mesmerizing eyes and then down at my screen. She nods with a smile and returns to the screen. She's still holding my arms while talking and smiling with them.       I pull my arm. She let it slip from her hold, my whole body tightens when her fingers brush on my strong skin.       I hoist it up, " Yes," I glare afar through the glass window. The glass is bulletproof. I clench my hand as bullets hit the window continuously. something is really going on wrong. I release an exasperated sigh. 

                               I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped into our room. Ryan's words are still disturbing me. They could certainly see but not dare to speak it on my face.       I feel a shiver run through my body. I spin as I hear the lock of the door. Usually, Yuvaan never locks the door whenever he comes into the room. His expressions are blocked, It's hard to predict his next move. It intends to attract attention. He unbuttons his coat.        I whirl showing my back. I'm being ridiculous. He's the owner of the place. He's free to do anything. I push the thought out of my head. There's nothing I can do about it. But part of me is being stubborn, trying to make a point about it.        I thought about leaving the room for him but I abandoned it immediately. He won't do anything without m

                       I'm glancing at the stairs again and again. I wanna eat with him. He never made me wait before. He should come downstairs with me like always. He excused himself as his phone began to ring. I don't expect it after consummating our wedding. My anger isn't going to fix anything. I pick up my cell phone to distract myself but my eyes travel on the time. I exhale, feeling irritation. I put the phone back on the table.         I'm feeling hungry. I push myself up when there is no hope of him coming downstairs. I hear him talking. My irritation vanishes when he comes downstairs, still talking to Ryan. When I married him, I didn't know what I'm getting into.         I'm eagerly waiting for him to come. I'll get some time to spend with him.         I smile as he stops near me. He turns to me. No one can

                             After smiling at me, she tilts her head to look behind me. Her smile fades slowly, "Where are all?" She asks.         I glance in the kitchen. I motion Maggi to bring our breakfast upstairs. He bows and hurries behind the counter.        I hold her hand and tugs her to her feet, "What happened?" She glances at the door again.         "We need to talk," I say to her calmly.        She yanks her hand back and looks at me in awe, "What do you mean by talking?" She swallows, "Are we divorcing?" She asks in a slow whisper that barely reaches my ears. She looks panicked.         I force myself to remain in my pose even though I wanna do a lot of things, pinning her against the wall, running my fingers in her silky long hair, f

                                 The hot breeze brushes my hair, I can feel it hot against my skin. Momi kept me indoors in the summer season. I mean, she allowed us out in the garden in the evening only.        I take off my sunglasses. Kadam holds the door open for me. Daddy and brother were insisting to come but I refused them. There were two helicopters. Ryan headed for Goa in the early morning. He left a box of chocolates in my room before leaving. Arya left exactly after me. There are four guards with me and Kadam. I get in the car and retrieve my phone from my bag.        I smile reading congratulations messages in our second group. Our husbands are also part of it. Sim has added Arya too. I really see them getting married in the future. None of them spoke about it. I don't know. What are they waiting for? Putting it ba