Page 40 of Twisted Deceit
“How do I know this is not your conniving way of getting out of the contract?” He challenged.
“Believe me, I’m not doing this to get out of the contract.” There was some truth to it.
He stepped closer. “What was that before the auction?”
Her naivety and an unexplained need to kiss him. “I really didn’t know it was an adult store and,” she paused to ensure her words came out right. “I kissed you because you said we needed to show we were on our honeymoon.”
“Fine, but if I catch you pulling a stunt of any kind, it won’t be good.” It was a threat, and she knew she had to watch out for her actions, her body, specifically because she seemed to have lost control lately.
“And the jewelry, I—I didn’t know how expensive—”
“That’s fine.” He brushed it off like he didn’t want to talk about it.
“And, thank you for the gift for my aunt.” She smiled even though she was upset that he was being nice to her aunt to gain more leverage over her. What an asshole. He needed to go and soon. “Shall we go eat dinner?” She widened her pasted smile.
“Absolutely, after you.”
She walked ahead of him, knowing his eyes were roaming her back. And that’s all it took for her to be jittery all over.
How was she supposed to think and plan his exit when her body craved for him?
Chapter 17
Days after her aunt's birthday, she kept to herself, even when not attending classes, primarily worried she could not keep her hands off him. How much of a conflict her mind and body were in was unbelievable. Despite being perpetually pissed about her situation, it was hard not to feel the pull toward him. It almost felt like she constantly felt his eyes on her, but the more she thought about it, the more she imagined it all.
Aadhya pulled herself out of her thoughts as she sat beside him in the car. All she was told was she had to accompany him for a meeting. Like every other time, he didn’t tell her where they were headed like he didn’t trust her. She was on a mission to get him out of her life and the region, but she had no idea how. Other than getting him to break the contract rules.
If he thought she had a way other than what she was accused of earlier in the week, and that’s why he wouldn’t trust her, she needed to figure a way. “Where are we headed?” she asked, and he looked up from his phone. She wondered how much coverage he had with what looked like a satellite phone.
“To a clan meeting.”
She was a bit taken aback that he quickly offered the information. “Why am I going to this one and not to the other meetings?”
He looked at her for a long moment. “How do you know I have had other clan meetings?”
She didn’t, and it was a wild assumption that he had been meeting with people in the region. She wondered if something changed and if he was trusting her more. “You are a businessman and I think you are meeting people of the Singoor region.”
“You think I’m meeting the other clans for business purposes?” His tone was surprisingly casual.
“Yes.” She saw no need to beat around the bush about what she thought of his intentions. “You are leveraging your ties to this land for your benefit.”
He nodded. “And why do you think I’m taking you to this clan meeting?”
“Beats me!” She held his gaze as he looked at her, trying to read her thoughts.
He pressed his lips together. “You’ll see why.”
His nonchalance set her off. “Why can’t you just tell me? Why this façade of surprise like you care how I feel about what you do?” The filter lifted on her annoyance. “Or just let me be. Don’t pull me into whatever you plan to do here in Singoor.”
He didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, and she felt sick to the stomach. She had not only fallen prey to an excellent master plan but also pulled her clan and other clans into whatever mess the Thakvar brothers were creating in Singoor.
The rest of the trip passed by in utter silence, and she kept her eyes away from him. She looked out of the window but did not process any of the details until her eyes caught something familiar. A symbol on one of the signs that she could not place, but she felt a strange connection to it.
She turned to look at him and found him looking at her. “What is this place?” She looked around as the convoy of vehicles drove through somewhat familiar lanes. He remained silent, and she looked around and lifted her eyes as if by habit to look up at the ancient structure on top of the hillside. Her stomach twisted painfully, and she held her breath.
They were at her mother’s birthplace. The Jangid Fort!
“Why—why are we here?” The location brought sadness and in a strange way a sense of calm to her.
