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“That’s it, we are out of here.” He scooped her up into his arms yet again, and for a strange reason, she wanted to be closer to him. She held on to him as he walked to the car, and the last thing she remembered was him ordering the driver to open the door, and she slipped into a deep sleep, wrapped in his warmth.
Hours later, she woke up with a non-stop drumming in her head. Her mouth felt dry, and her hair was damp. She moved in her sleep only to realize her husband held her close to him. As if that was their new norm, he was spooning her.
Events that followed after they returned from the beach came back to her, and she turned red with embarrassment. She remembered begging him to kiss her, him declining, and then as soon as she got to their hotel, she threw up and made a mess.
It was a blur, but she remembered being held down under the water, fully clothed by her husband and she didn’t remember what happened after. She ran her hand on her body and realized she was wearing his T-shirt and her legs were bare.
Did he change her clothes? Her panties, too? He had to have since what she had on was not wet.
Holy shit! What did she do? Did she make the situation worse?
Is her contract void? Is she to be his wife forever?
Chapter 21
Back in the Kanwar mansion, Aadhya was going nuts. There was no other way to describe her situation. The past few days, she had tried many different things to get her mind away from overanalyzing everything that happened at the music festival. She kissed him to get back at the girls, who merely looked at him—in plain admiration. And then she got drunk that night and talked rubbish.
After returning from their trip to Europe, she did not talk about the night of the music festival. She pretended like she remembered nothing from that night. It was the only way to save face after getting drunk and throwing up. She didn’t want to hear any details of how he changed her, including her wet undergarments.
She was back to avoiding him. Eating at different times, waking up later than him but surely waking up in the middle of the night to make sure he was holding her, and if he weren’t, she’d scoot up to him and fall back asleep.
As if the universe aligned with her wishes, he left to go on a trip right after they arrived, giving her some reprieve from constantly wondering when he would drop the bombshell about her violating the contract rules. She kept telling herself that what she felt was pure attraction to her hot husband and nothing more.
Was it hard for him to see that it was a bodily pull? Especially someone who has probably been with many women.
Her back stiffened at the thought of her fake husband with other women. Did he have all these trips to see other women? What if he was seeing other women, and she would never know?
Why do you care if he sees other women?A voice deep inside mocked her.
“I do,” she said out loud, angry at the thought of him being with another woman. She had to find out what he was up to.
Putting away the task of working on a music composition, she reached for her laptop. She had planned on writing a new song to serve as a distraction when she could not fall asleep that night. Not anymore. She wanted to see if she could find anything about him online.
Using her computer in the past visits was not an option as there was no internet in Singoor. But since her husband had set up the satellite connection, she could continue pursuing her education even from Singoor.
The entire household was down for the night when she went up to the large room converted into his office and paused when the air held his scent. She could have done her computer research at her desk as well, but she rationalized by saying that he must have faster internet in his office.
She took in a deep breath enjoying the warm air, and immediately cursed for being so mushy about his mere scent. He had a large table set up on one side of the room. She placed her laptop where his computer was and plugged in the cables. She was no computer expert, but she knew the internet cable from the power cord.
Moments later, her computer came to life. Her first stop, not her email or her message apps. She went straight to the search bar and put in his name.
Different from the search she had done on a non-existentNakul Thakura while back, she barely had any results for Nakul Thakvar. A few business articles and economists' analysis on the Thakvar Corporation, owned and run by the three brothers, and there was nothing else. It was what she had seen when she had last looked up on her phone on one of their trips.
No social media presence for him was what she discovered. She spent another thirty minutes digging around for more details but nothing major. She stumbled upon a college project he had worked on and followed the link to the University’s alumni page.
A little bit later, she found a picture of him, making her heart somersault. It was a younger picture of him, maybe six years ago. He was wearing a jersey and basketball shorts. Around him stood about fifteen cheerleaders, their hands on him like he was a hot commodity they were all fighting for.
The image bothered her; however much she convinced her that she shouldn’t care, she could not stop fuming. She frantically pulled up the contract she had written up from her email. She desperately hoped she had explicitly written a clause stating that he would not see another woman when they were married.
She knew it was the last thing on her mind. She didn’t care who he met after she met her goal of dodging the Thakvar alliance. Even in the current scenario, the contract holds, and she could get out of the marriage when it elapses, so it’s no big deal if he was with other women.
“No!” She opened her email and started typing an angry email to her husband. Only to realize she did not have his email address. She had never sent an email to him after they got married. Just as that thought passed through her mind, she hovered the mouse over his name from an old email used for creating the contract and there it was. In clear, plain sight, it saidNakul.Thakvar.
Was she so hung up on getting out of marrying a Thakvar she had paid no heed to other details? How could she not see his last name? She could not believe his audacity not to bother using a fake email with the Thakur last name as he had made her believe.
An intelligent, arrogant, and gorgeous bastard!
Using the email address she had, she composed an email.
