Page 54 of Twisted Deceit
Mr.ThakurThakvar,
Where are you?
Ms. Kanwar
Aadhya got a kick out of calling him a Thakur as he had made her believe and struck through it to make a point. She had no idea what part of the world he was in and what time it was for him. The thought had barely been completed when her computer beeped.
She let out an ecstatic laugh when she saw she had a reply from him.
DearMs. KanwarMrs. Aadhya Thakvar,
Why do you ask?
Your Husband.
His response made her smile when she should be annoyed. She noticed how he replicated the same style she had addressed him. She started typing a response and paused. What was the point of the conversation? There was no way she would ask if he was cheating on her.
She stared at the screen for a prolonged moment and decided not to send a response. She closed her email, and the picture of him with cheerleaders popped back to the top. The very sight of the picture annoyed her, but she could not stop looking at the screen.
How dare they tough him like that?
Why does it matter and why do you care?
Lost in her conflicting thoughts, she didn’t hear the door to the office open. She was yanked out of her thoughts when her heart started to thud like it became aware of his presence. Her eyes shot up to meet mischievously dark eyes.
“Two days I’m away and you take over my office?” he taunted as he walked to where she sat.
She could not find the words to retaliate. All she could think about was to demand an explanation of why so many women were touching him. Followed by the burning question of whether or not he was seeing other women. She found the thought of anyone looking at him unbearable, let alone touching him.
Aadhya stood up as he walked to the table and lowered her eyes, processing the sheer joy she felt for his return. Joy aside, there was an eagerness to ask him if he was seeing someone outside Singoor. She hesitated, knowing it was stupid to ask such a question. He’d think she was immature to think of such things.
Again, why does it matter what he thinks of you? He is your fake husband.
Moments passed in silence and she could feel his eyes on her. Her mind was in turmoil, and her body a whirlpool of emotions but she mustered up the courage to look at him. His eyes were dark but she could not read them.
“I—I wanted to check my email,” she managed to say and could not believe how her insides tremored.
“I guess you like my office better.” He stepped close to her. “Why didn’t you respond to my email then?”
He filled her space with his beautiful scent and the warmth she had missed the past few nights. “You said you weren’t far.”
“I wasn’t. But why did you ask about my whereabouts?” His eyes bore into hers.
She took in a hissy breath. “As per the contract, you need to take me with you.”
A wicked smile played on his face. “Is that right?” His words were slithered in mockery.
“Yes, and the choice has to be given to the other party to choose if they want to travel or not unless it is deemed important.” She had no idea why she was mentioning a contract clause. Was it a segue way into asking if he could see another woman while in contract?
“Did Mrs. Aadhya Thakvar miss being with her husband?” Another mockery, but it fell on deaf ears.
Her heart thudded as she channeled her anger, frustration, and the sheer annoyance she felt. “Yes.” She almost yelled. “You don’t get me used to being held all night and then disappear on me. And you leave when you please? And I don’t know how many—” her voice was lost in an angry sob as she bit back her words.
She had said enough and could not embarrass herself by standing before him. She took a step to walk past him and go to the bedroom, but he blocked her path. Confused, she looked up at him, questioning the intention in those deep, dark eyes.
When he looked at her in silence, she tried to push him aside but he would not budge. “Let me go.” It was an order.
“Not until you finish your sentence.” His arms wrapped around her before he swept her feet off the floor to make her sit on the massive office table. He pushed her knees apart and locked her in place with his body.
