Meher's POV
If it would have been only a red nightie I wouldn't have panicked this much. But its way too revealing... Ok see through... And it's sexy... So in three simple words its a "Red Sexy Nightie".
But that lady said it was from my husband for me... Abeer wants me to wear THIS... This yucky garment... Ohh god I was right... Uski niyat hi theek nahi hai... I knew this guy was one lowlife... He just wants one thing from me and then he would treat me like trash. How typical... Sigh...!!! But I won't let you treat me like shit Hubby Malhotra... No ways and don't think I will let u off the hook... I will make sure you pay for this cheap trick of yours... And he called me cheap when I came to meet madhvi mom telling her that abeer and I would live separately after marriage. But seriously... Why would I want to live with him alone...?? Its better to have MIL and FIL around... I feel more safe... Why...?? Because with them around, My dearest husband is in control and composed... Else this guy is so cheap and disgusting that my poor MIL and FIL will die of shame. Ridiculous.
Pushing my thoughts away, I take a good look at the piece of fabric which I will be destroying vey soon. Tsk tsk tsk...
Abeer's POV
Coming out of the bathroom, I almost choke when I saw Wifey Malhotra admiring a red cloth. Sorry guys I just looked closely at it and its a nightie. A night gown. But what is there to admire in one and what colour is it... Blood red... Red nightie... Hmm umm... Red equals hot. Perfect example is that nightie. Its pretty hot. Even a dumb person would guess what's coming up next... So this woman is planning to wear it and seduce me... Ohh god...!!! The only way left with her is seduction... I never thought she would run out of ways that soon... That's not impressive wifey...!!! I expected much more from you... You are one disgusting woman Meher Purohit... Shame...
Meher's POV
I was still cringing my nose at the sight of that flimsy cloth when my breath hitched. A pair of arms was wrapped around me and I know it was him. Who would it be other then him honestly...??? Hubby Malhotra. He placed his chin of my shoulder blade and I could feel my heart racing a marathon. Damn this guy. He leaned into me and his breath fanned on my neck. Not again... Get away... How I wish I could push him away... But I'm busy keeping a check on my heartbeats and my face. I could feel heat rush to my face when his nose traced the length of my neck. I bit my lips in nervousness. This is getting too much. Off limits... Yes off limit... Ohh god... Meri izzat... Please somebody save me... Paris ke bhagwan ji please help me... Please...
"Make him taste his own medicine..." Sasha's words rang in my mind and I knew what to do.
Time to play your favourite game baby. SEDUCTION.
Abeer's POV
When I thought I won, the tables turned. OK not literally, but it was more of a 'confused' moment. Meher turned around and I wondered if it was the effect of what I did to her or was it the only thing she wanted from me. My touch her weakness, remember...?? Anyways I'm sure on one thing. She obviously wants it from me... Look at me and you will know.. Not that I'm a big fan of self praising but I'm handsome, good looking and "i-want-him" type of a guy.
Her hands were now on my chest and she stared into my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't look away. Every single time it happens, our eyes get locked and nothing is as wonderful and passionate as gazing into each other's eyes. Our faces were just an inch away and it felt something close to magic.
Unknowingly my hold on her waist tightens and I pull her.
Meher's POV
When his hold tightened on my waist and I felt his fingers soothingly rub my back. That very moment I knew it was a wrong move. I still can't resist his touch and now being pulled into him makes all this more difficult. I look at my hands that were on his bare chest, I pull my hands back and almost stumbled. He saved me from falling and smiled faintly at me. I smile back at him, silently thanking him. How clich. Stop meher...!!!!
My heart was already beating wildly but when he leaned into me, I almost had a heart attack. We were so close that our nose touched and I couldn't help but close my eyes. This was an extreme way of testing one's self control. Damn this self control... I wanted him to kiss me... I know that's insane... But I'm also human... I also have needs...
Abeer's POV
I look at her face just few centimetres away from mine, her eyes closed and lips shivering. Way to tempt a guy... Arrghhh... Don't let her lure you abeer... Don't fall weak... Don't Abeer Malhotra... Don't...!!!! I ignore the voice in my head and decide to do what I wanted. I always wanted to kiss those lips and taste them but never did I thought it would happen after that day. I was about to make a move when her lips were on mine, shocking me.
Meher's POV
When it became difficult to wait any longer, I did the unbelievable. I sealed his lips with mine. I don't care if that makes me sound like a hormonal driven teenager or a sex craving housewife but I wanted it that moment. When he didn't kiss me back at first, it broke my heart. Rejection always hurts you know... Was I the only good for flirting, seducing or messing around...?? But soon all the thoughts and doubts disappeared when he kissed me. Never had it drove me that mad but this time it was insanely awesome. His lips felt so good against mine and his hands on my back - they just added to the ecstasy. A soft moan escaped my throat and - - it was over. The moment gone.
In an instant, the kiss ended and he pulled himself back.
Rejection... Again...?? Why..???
I know my eyes must have accused him, that's why he looked away. Not letting him catch a glimpse of my blank eyes, I looked down. One look at that bloody nightie and my anger rose.
"How dare you...??"
Abeer's POV
"How dare you...??"
I look at her and she was holding that cloth again.
"How dare you gift me this tacky outfit...?? How...??"
I can't believe she just yelled on me. When she was the one taking things off edge... I was seduced, not her. Plain seduction. Her game plan.
"Have you suddenly lost your peanut size brain...??" I retort.
"You gifted me this... Now don't lie... Don't be a chicken..."
"Why would I gift you this...??? This when I don't even like its damn colour..." I tell her honestly.
"The lady from the hotel staff said it was for me from you... How many times will you lie...??"
"Oh cmon... You must have bought it yourself and now blaming me..."
Look at her guts people... This woman I tell you... With this nightie, she planned on seducing me... And god forbid if anything happened right now, who knows she could have accused me of raping her... Meher Purohit you need to see a doctor baby... You need help.
Just then the doorbell rang.
Meher's POV
Cursing who-so-ever was on the other side of the door, I opened it. The same lady... What do you want woman...?? Another gift...???
"Ma'am we are sorry for the inconvenience, if any. It was my mistake and some misunderstanding... The gift wasn't for you... Its a wrong room..." The lady apologised and smiled sheepishly.
"Wrong room...?? Ohh..." I sighed.
"Ma'am the gift..."
"Yeah..."
I hurriedly picked up the dress, the box and the wrapping paper I tore like an animal; returning it to her with an embarrassed smile.
I close the door and turn around slowly.
Abeer's POV
Wish I had a camera or my phone, I would have taken a picture of my cute little devil in disguise. Never mind abeer... Take a mental picture. I look at her taking a mental picture of her embarrassed, flushed, slightly red face. Click.
She faked a smile at me and I couldn't help but laugh. I was literally rofling...
Her face... Haha... Haha... Funny...
"I'm sorry... I thought-" she apologised and stopped before completing her sentence.
I knew it was too much and I stopped laughing... Very rude abeer...
"Its OK... But I will never send you such gifts... We have basically nothing between us as a matter of fact..." I tell her and move to bed.
Best option now is to sleep... Sorry my poor stomach... Bacha aaj bhukha rehna padega... Please manage...
Meher's POV
He moved to bed and I kept standing there looking at him. This wasn't what I had planned regarding this trip. It wasn't in my plan to feel rejected. Yes I rejected many... Even him... But being rejected does hurt. I know it now but will he ever know why I did that... Why we ended up like this...?? Why something that we were starting to have that time, was crushed into pieces...?? Will he ever know...??
Will it ever make any difference...?? May be it will... Or may be not...
I changed into something confortable and got into the bed. The day was tiring but I couldn't sleep. My eye lashes were heavy but brain was occupied with thoughts. Thoughts making me doubt my decisions. When the eye lashes dropped down, a tear rolled down my cheek. I touched my cheek and then look at the tip of my index finger. A tear drop.
For what was I crying...?? Why was I crying...?? Why...?? Am I crying over the loss of something I never had...?? Something I never wanted... How ridiculous of me to mourn over something that never was...
Abeer's POV
Isn't it the greatest tragedy...?? When someone rejects you, no matter how they abuse your love, you hope against reason that somehow they will come back to you... That's what I feel is happening with me. As if the beautiful ghost of the past is haunting me... Just to make me go through that struggle again... Through that ache of heartbreak again... Through that whole process of gathering your broken pieces and trying to put them back in place... Which by the way is nearly impossible... You know what people say... Someday someone will hug you so tight that all of your broken pieces will stick back together... Only if that 'someone' was easy to find... Like I will find that special someone ever... I'm an exception... Sigh...
Meher's POV
After much tossing and turning in the bed last night, I found comfort. A very warm kind of comfort... Nice mattress I guess... Or the magic of Paris... Paris... I'm in Paris... Woww... The thought in itself is delighting and my lips curve into a smile and with excitement running down my spine I open my eyes.
Shock Shock.
I'm trapped. Oh god... It isn't a mattress. Stupid Girl... Argghhh...
Guess what... I'm in his arms... That so called comfort was from being held by him in his arms. Shittt... Did he pull me into his arms last night...?? Did he...?? Haawww...
The next moment I look at myself peeping inside the comforter... I'm dressed... Thank god... Yes... I thought that... Shit... Let's not talk about it... The thought makes me sick... Nooo... We aren't sleeping together Malhotra... I can't let that happen...
I look at his face and suddenly all of my thoughts are occupied with him. As if his memories were just locked in behind some hidden door there.
****Flashback****
"Wasn't it too clich...???" I asked him as we walked out of the multiplex.
"Naahh..." Abeer replied shaking his head in a no.
You know our opinions were most of the time different and that was fun. Sometimes.
"That was suppose to be a one night stand. But it turn into friends with benefit... OK understandable... But what about that morning scene...???" I ask him raising one of my eye brow.
I wanted to know his take on it. Why...?? I don't know... It just seemed important...
"You didn't like that scene... How is it possible...??? You are a girl and you should have liked that cute scene... And I should have laughed over it... But honestly I think that scene must have appealed to every single person out there..."
"What was there to be appealed about...??" I asked in shock. Did I miss anything...??
"It was the joy she discovered, when she woke up in his arms. Things were starting to change between them..."
Haha... I laughed my guts out when I heard his reply.
"Abeer... Quit watching movies dude... Please..." I told him before getting in his car.
****Flashback Ends****
Is it happening with me..?? Discovering joy...?? No... Silly thought. I get out of the bed and his arms. That comfort is lost and something in me wants to crawl back to the bed. I brush those thoughts away and got into a shower. A hot steaming shower is what I need... Soon I find myself thinking about last night... Was I expecting something or was I disappointed...?? I have no clue...
Did i get a little too emotional last night...?? Did I...?? I guess... It happens man...!!! These hormones are the ones to be blamed for it. Yes yes And beside it, there is Abeer. This guy is trying to control me or tempt me... Remember the kiss... Ohh no... We aren't going to talk about it again... Its one dirty secret... But the gist is that he is trying way too hard to get some weird kind of hold on me... How can I forget he probably knows Black magic... Remember...?? And please don't make views about me already huh... Every girl can cry a little... It's what you call Janam siddh adhikaar' of each and every girl in the world. Haha... Funny Me... Well people there are some super awesome unique girls like me also, who loves to make others cry. Correction. Make only one person cry. Hubby Malhotra ofcourse... Evil me...
Okay to be very clear now Meher, no more getting close and you need to maintain distance from him as long as you both are here. The far the better... And since we are away from his parents. I will have to be extra careful. He is trying to take full advantage of the situation. I'm alone with an untamed tiger here and it feels im a bloody bheegi billi... Which he is in reality... Bohot udd raha raha hai na, mummy daddy se dur aa kar.. Aisa maza chakhaugi na isko... Well. It's time to be free bird again Meher...!!! Get into form baby... After all you are not in Paris to roam around with your hubby dearest or to stay in this room forever... Staying in the room is all the more dangerous by the way with all the tempting sessions going on... Clear your head Meher and focus... It's time to explore the city.. and enjoy to the fullest.. Alone...!! Woohoo... Excited already... Time to have some fun...!!!
I look back at him. Such a lazy ass. Still lazing around in bed...!!! Get up dude, freshen up and kick start your day... Leave it... Like i care. I pick up my bag and turn around to leave.
"Kahan jaa rahi ho...??" he asks yawning. So Typical Husband-type-question.
"None of your business..." i retort in a sugar-coated voice.. blinking my eyelashes... At my dearest shirtless jerk.
He gives me as-if-i-care kind of look. I smile at him sarcastically and leave. Fun time...!!!
Abeer's POV
"None of your business..." she says so sweetly.
As if I care. But baby this is supposed to be my business you know. You are my wife afterall. Well it's great that i will get some moments of Shanti'. Peace peace all around, no one to disturb...!!! "Meher-less" time... How wonderful...!!!! I have even stopped hoping that my life would be like this someday with this devil always by my side. But heeyyy.. Abeer. Stop it. That's what your life is going to be soon. You are not stuck with Meher Purohit forever... Remember...?? Yes yes she will be out of my life soon enough. Well... i need to start working on that as soon as possible. Time is slipping away from my hands, and what am i doing..??? Getting cosy with her..??? Kissing her...?? Letting her trap me again..?? Losing myself in her eyes...?? No... That's not happening... Not even in a million years... Buck up Abeer, buck up.
But what should I do...??
Breakfast... Yes... Nice plan.
I hurriedly take a bath and make my way to the dining hall. Breakfast calling...!!!
Meher's POV
Sixteen days. S.I.X.T.E.E.N effing days...!! Finally...!!! I breath in the fresh air... Oh my god...!! It's such an amazing feeling i tell you... The feeling of being free... Without a husband tagging behind you. I am a free bird again...!! And cherry on the cake, is this super awesome city to explore...!!! Paris... Now where should i start from...?? Ummm... shopping...?? What say...?? Superb idea meher...!! Time to buy some hot dresses dude... Not that i have a dearth of hot dresses, but you know mom-in-law was helping me in packing. I didnt want her to get some wild ideas about me and her son...!!! So like an ideal star plus bahu we packed sarees and anatkali suits... haha... LOL..!!! So basically I left my babies behind... Saddy saddy... Anyways now back to shopping hun... I need to buy a super hot dress for tonight...!!!! Hey hey hey... wait...!!! Did you guys think about Abeer after my statement...?? Not at all haan... i am going to the most popular pub of Paris tonight..!!! That's the reason i need a dress. Not for my good-for-nothing hubby malhotra.
Abeer's POV
After enjoying the breakfast in my meher less precious time I explored the hotel nice place to hangout by the way... And aah the gym... Its heaven... I couldn't resist but workout... I can spend hours in that gym and what girls man... What girls...!!! Definitely heaven... After the tiring workout, I return to the room to find it still empty. Where is this girl...??? Still hasn't returned...?? Paris ke zoo walon ne pakad toh nahi lia isko... Vichitra prani... Haha... But seriously It's been an hour since i'm walking in my room restlessly, occasionally glancing at my phone. It was almost getting dark and she should have returned by now. Ek toh anjaan shehar uske upar aisi ladki... Aur waise bhi akeli ladki khuli hui tizoori ki tarah hoti hai... Hey bhagwan...!!! Did this girl ever learn a word called responsibility..?? Well after waiting this long, finally i dial her number. Im the husband you know... Im supposed to get worried for her... Wait... What...?? Switched Off...?? Why is her mobile switched off..?? I shiver ran down my body. Relax Abeer... She will be fine. Relax..!!! She can take care of herself dude... But still an unknown fear took over me. I dialled her number again and again, hoping a miracle would happen and she will pick up the phone. I paced around my room, sweating this time... What is this girl doing to me...?? Why did i let her go all alone...?? Why didn't i stop her...?? God forbid, if something happens to her -- Shut up Abeer, just shup up. Nothing will happen to her. She will be back any moment. Maybe her phone's battery just drained off or maybe she didn't want me to bug her.. that's why she switched it off. Nothing to worry, Relax. Just relax. Come back, Meher... Please come back..
My phone beeped and i hurriedly checked it. It is a message. From Meher.
"Abeer.. Save me please.. I ..."
And I blanked out unable to think as if my mind suddenly stopped working. A slight dizzyness took over me and i almost fell on the couch. My fears were turning out to be true. How will I find her..?? Where will i find her..?? How will i help her..?? Oh god I can't let anything happen to her. I won't let anything happen to her. Not until i am there.
Meher's POV
Well it turned out to be long day. After spending hours on shopping and buying some nice clothes, i got bored. Then i thought about Abeer. I am sure he that lazy bum would still be in that room. I am sure he must have tried calling. Haha.. But evil me, i switched it off. Get your evil brain to do some work Meher. Let's have some fun with hubby dearest.
Idea...!!
I take out my phone and type a message
"Abeer.. Save me please.. I.."
Perfect...!! This incomplete message will scare hell out of him.. Hahaha... I wish i was there to see his reaction. But, wait.. Will it really even affect him..?? Will he even care..?? Or will he ignore it...??
Abeer's POV
After I recovered from the shock, I ran down the reception to enquire about meher whereabouts, hoping the receptionist might have a clue. She might have seen her or who knows meher might have talked to her. Considering all the possibilities, I was now standing at the reception, waiting for some information that would help me find my wife. But this woman here... She is busy batting her eyelashes at me and leaning towards me showing a bit of cleavage. Argghh woman I'm married... Stop hitting on me for gods sake. Ignoring her I walked out of the hotel as I don't have time to flirt when my wife's life can be in danger. I ran my fingers through my hair and sigh as I'm clueless from where to start from. Where should I look for meher...??? Where...?? Don't let anything wrong happen to her god... Please let her be safe... I can't let anything happen to her... Meher where are you..?? Kahan ho tum...??
After two hours of running around the town, I sat on a bench outside a garden. Disappointed and dejected. It feel as if a part of me is lost, making me feel incomplete. Stop abeer... Just stop it... You just can't get attached to her... Just remember that there is a purpose behind all this...
"But she is my wife..."
I whispered defending myself, while my brain and heart messing up with each other.
"Think about it abeer... Think carefully... Where can she go...?? What interests her...?? What..??"
Thinking hard for minutes, I knew where I had to search for her. I immediately got up and started my hunt. Missing Finding Wifey.
Entering the most famous pub of the city, I look around and my eyes continued to search for her until I caught a glimpse of her. One moment I was so relaxed and happy to see her but next minute all those feelings vanished in air. I look at her sitting at a bar gulping down shots and it was evident she was loving every single bit of it. This is her life. Clubs parties disco alcohol and boys. Why in the hell did I marry her...??? I suddenly regret every decision of mine and felt my anger raising, soon be able to touch heights. Taking in a deep breath I walk through the crowd and stood beside her.
Meher's POV
I was running my finger on the brim of the shot glass wondering if that text had any effect or not. Somewhere deep down I was hoping it would have an effect on him... Cmon I'm his responsibility... Indian men mentality you know... I can take care of myself, no doubt in that but for how long can a person go on without fun and company. Its not that I'm missing him people... Don't go down that lane... Please... Just listen to what I'm saying... I just want to have some fun now and nothing is more fun than irritating, annoying, taunting or teasing that shirtless jerk. That's why I sent that message, and you guys thought I want him to be with me here in this pub... Naahhh...
Wait... I feel someone is watching me and alerting myself I look around from the corner of my eyes and relief relief... Its him... Hubby Malhotra... Awww you came searching for me... I couldn't help but smile as I turned to look at him, his eyes gazing back into mine and the dim light making him notice his features. My trance was broken when he stepped back and sat on the stool beside mine, ordering a drink for him. I stared at him when I got no reaction from him. He did come all the way to find me and now he doesn't says a single word, this wasn't the reaction I expected. Did he really come to find me or it is a coincidence...?? Does he even care for me...??
Abeer's POV
She turns towards me with a smile on her face. I glared at her and my anger fuming within me. She tricked me ladies and gentleman... She tricked me. I was running like a mad man in this strange land worrying for her, praying god to keep her safe and here she is having the time of her life. Isn't it amazing...?? I feel such a fool right now to let her get to me and effect me. I'm not falling for any of your tricks meher... Not after this...
I take a step back, not before looking at her new short black dress, and taking a seat beside her. I order a drink and look around ignoring her. You enjoy I enjoy... Fair deal...
"Abeer I -"
She started saying something but stopped when I shot a deadly glare her way.
I gulp down my drink ignoring her and order another one. I have to keep quiet now and cool down my anger before I vent it on her. She isn't supposed to know I care...
Meher's POV
He ignores me and I regret sending him that text. It feel that I'm the fool here... A fool to think he cares.. For me.. He doesn't... Karwa lia na apna kachra Meher... Stupid girl... Now I can't even enjoy the rest of the night... I look at him and then he turns looking at me. He is looking at me... Finally... Tell me you came for me... Say it Abeer. He leans into me and I lean back only to see him grabbing my glass and gulping down the contents. Such a jerk... How dare you touch my drink. Before I could say anything, he got up and started moving towards the dance floor... Dance floor...??? Why...?? Ohh hello... You drunkard I'm here... Main yahan hoon... Palat...
Haawww... Look at him... My eyes widen in shock when I see him dancing with a blonde... Honeymoon pe mere saath aaya aur dance is chudail ke saath... Hubby Malhotra this is not done... I know you are cheap but this cheap... When you don't get the only thing you want from me, you go out looking for it... That's... That's unethical... This is cheating and illegal... I'm no abla naari dude... I will not take it... I grit my teeth when I see that girl getting close to him wrapping her arms around his neck. She laughed and I'm sure this husband of mine should have said something... She looks at his lips and nooo... You can't kiss him...
I ran towards the dance floor and pushed her away. I glare at her and she glared back at me. Ohh hello... Nobody touches what's mine woman... Back off...
"What is your problem...??" She yelled at me. Just because of the loud music. Okay..??
"You stay away from my husband..." I spat in anger and looked at abeer, he seemed least interested.
Ohh wow... Here I'm claiming he is mine and he is looking at me as if I'm some mad woman or a girl drooling over him. What are you...?? A rock star..??
"Husband...?? He is too hot too be married..." The blonde says and steps towards abeer again.
I don't know what came over me but I turned around and sealed his lips with mine. I kissed him hard and soon his arms were wrapped around me, kissing me back. That was definitely one proud moment, telling that lovestruck random girl that the guy she was drooling on, is my husband. He is mine to hold and to kiss. I felt his hands gripping my waist tightly and I closed my eyes instantly. The feelings of our lips moving in synchronisation gives me goosebumps and I hold his shoulders for support. I started to feel giddy and when he licked my lower lip, I opened my mouth letting his tongue in. As he explored my mouth with his tongue, our bodies started moving to the beats. The loud music around and the alcohol in our system was driving us ahead in what we will regret. Regret... I feel him now exploring my jaw and neck and its ridiculous... Ridiculous that he is doing it to me and I'm letting him do it to me...
This has to stop and I push him away, breaking the kiss.
Abeer's POV
It just took a push to bring me back into my senses. I was kissing her... Almost making out in a club. Shit... Only if I knew... I would have never came to the dance floor... Would have never picked up a random girl to dance with... Never did I thought that he will make her jealous and she will kiss me. Yes... She started it, not me... She kissed me.. I just kissed her back... Its her fault... But I should have ended it.. Dude you should have pushed her away... Idiot... Why did you have to get lost in the moment... Why...?? She is messing up with your system... Delete her soon... Soon...
Then I look around and sighed thinking people didn't see our little make out session. I walked out only to see her with a guy.
Meher's POV
I hurriedly ran out of the pub and hit something hard. A pair of arms wrapped around me and I was shock would be an understatement. I know him but what was his name... Ohh yes.. Nisaar.
"Hi... Meher.." He said.
Thank god I remember his name now. "Hi nisaar..." I reply coolly.
"What are you doing here huh..??? In Paris...??"
"Umm... I.. I"
"You are married..?? Unbelievable..." Nisaar asked and sighed.
"What's unbelievable...??" I ask out of irritation. What did he mean by unbelievable..???
"Can I meet that guy...?? By good kya banda hoga na... Tum jaisi ladki se shadi ki... I mean look at yourself... No guy would take you home to meet his parents... You aren't that type you know..." He said
"Excuse me... Mind your tongue..."
"Cmon baby... You are one of the girls we guys will go out and have fun... But marrying you... A big no no... Why..?? Because you have that image... You use guys and they use you... Sort of always available... Like a public property..."
Abeer's POV
As I moved close to meher, I tried listening to their conversation. Yes I'm intrigued to know and I have this right as well.. The guy was constantly saying something and meher was listening to him. Strange. I was three steps away from them when I heard the stuff he uttered.
"But marrying you... A big no no... Why..?? Because you have that image... You use guys and they use you... Sort of always available... Like a public property..."
A Public what..???
Before I know I punched him really hard, pushing meher away in the process.
"Abeer..."
I turned around to look at her, just to make sure she was fine.
"Hey man you"
Before that guy could say anything I punched him and kicked him.
"How dare you say that stuff..??" I didn't realise that I growled at him.
He got up and was about to throw a punch at me but I held his hand, stopping him.
"Who are you huh...?? I can say anything I want dude..." He spoke.
"But not a thing about my wife... Kyunki agar bola, toh jaan le lunga..." I warned him in a "dont-mess-with-me" tone.
I turned around and taking meher's hand in mine moved towards the hotel.
Meher's POV
When my hand was no longer in his, I was brought back to the real world. Whatever happened minutes back started replaying in my mind and I stood there numb. Unable to react. His words echoing in my ears and making me feel disgusted Is that what people think about it...?? Never did it happen before... It never mattered before but now it does... It does effects and hurts me... I can't accept the fact that people think about me that ways. He even called me a public property... Am I one...?? No... Nooo... Just stop it... This is not happening... Not with me... Noo...
"Who was he...??"
I suddenly look down at me feet, not saying a word.
"Meher I'm talking to you... Reply..."
I shivered as a response.
Abeer's POV
I kept looking at her all the time we have been in the room. She stood rooted to the place and seemed hurt. Why wouldn't she be hurt...?? A random guy spoke some shit about her... He... Who was he... Who in the world did he think he was...?? I voiced out my question and she look at the floor.
"Meher I'm talking to you... Reply..."
I tell her keeping my anger in check. I want to go and beat the hell out of that guy. How dare he abuse my wife...?? No one will say such stuff about her... No one... I might not love her the way I did years back... But that doesn't mean that anybody would come and insult my wife... Hating her doesn't mean I don't respect her. Every single woman deserves to be respected and that's what I have been taught all my life.
She shivered and my breath hitched. I have never seen her like this. Like a delicate glass doll. It hurts me more than ever now. Now when I look at her like this. I have to do sometime. Think abeer... Think...
"Waise toh bahut bakk bakk karti ho... Tab kya hua tha huh...?? Ohh hello... Mrs. Malhotra..."
I go to her and gently shook her.
"Yeh abla naari types biwi nhi pasand mujhe... Meher look at me..."
When she didn't look at me, I spoke again. My voice breaking by the end.
"Please..."
And then she looked at me. All broken and hurt.
I pulled her in my arms and she without throwing any tantrums accepted it. I honestly don't know any other way in which I can console her. I have never did it before but today I will do anything in my reach to comfort her. I'm there for her, even if she wants the opposite. She hugged me back and clutched a fistful of my jacket in her fist. That moment I knew she wanted this and it was helping. Even though a bit. But this hug was helping her.
After what seemed like an hour, she whispered "Stay with me...".
"I'm here..." I whispered back and scooped her in my arms.
I took her to the bed and laid her gently on the mattress, her eyes not leaving mine fir a second. I got into the bed with her, turning the lights off. Soon she shifted close and held my hand. I swear when I looked at her, I saw a tear rolling down her eye. She will not share it with me, I knew it; so I just pulled away my hand from hers and opened it for her. She readily shifted close laying her head on my arm and I pulled her into me, my arm protectively wrapped around her. I closed my eyes and hoped she would sleep now until I felt her tears wetting my shirt. I kept still and waited for her to let it out and soon she drifted to sleep. Once I was sure she was asleep, I softly kissed the top of her head and slept.
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