NITYA

The blonde woman is the one who featured in TrendTrove representing their pieces. It is a rivalling fashion store to Chanel in US.

She has a great poise to herself and the grace of a dancer to her movements but that doesn't makes me any less violent as she tries to hug my husband.

I clench my jaw tightly and if I wasn't aware my teeth will be grinded into powders.

But before I could pull off her high heels and stab it in her eyeballs, Aman moves away from her touch.

Good. I was just planning to dig a hole in his chest with the same heel of her shoes after finishing her off.

"Amber." He nods at her. I turn towards him in question.

So now they are in a first name basis? Talk about hypocrisy.

"Hey Aman." Mr Sprouse intervenes, "I have to greet the others. I am glad we met Mrs Mehra. I hope you enjoy your trip here." He smiles at me and leaves straightening his lapels.

"Mrs.Mehra?" Amber's high pitched voice blares in my ears. Ugghh she certainly lacks in the voice department.

"This is my wife. Nitya Mehra." He introduces me and I extend my hand towards her out of courtesy. Maybe she's a business partner like Mr Sprouse. I don't want to come off as rude despite her trying to hug others husbands.

She narrows her eyes at my hands and wrinkles her nose in distaste like I have gotten something that's contagious so I forget my manners and roll my eyes internally.

There's no specific time or places to sprout bitches. They are everywhere. Especially around Aman.

"We have to go." Aman says in a hard tone noticing her reject my handshake.

"Wait, Aman." She says. Why is she calling my husband Aman?

"You didn't call." She states glancing at me for a second. Like if I would care or not if she tries to hit on my husband infront of me.

The audacity.

"I don't think I should call you Ms Barlowe." Aman rejects her advances and I slide my hand into his palms, he instantly wraps it around mine.

"Atleast let's have a drink. We can talk for a bit." She glances at me, "I don't mind if she's there." She says. The soles of my feets are tempting to pull off my shoes and beat her within an inch.

"I don't drink," Aman says, his voice flat. I whip my head toward him. Why's he lying?

She throws her head back, laughing, showing off the graceful curve of her neck. "Yeah, right! Aman Mehra and drinks? They're practically best friends!" She snickers, wiping at the corners of her eyes.

"Come on." She leans in showing a hint of her cleavage, "I know you want to. You are just denying it infront of your wife." She says in a seductive tone.

"Enough," Aman cuts her off, his tone sharp. "I don't drink anymore because my wife hates it. Got it?" His jaw tightens as he glares at her. "Now, go find someone else to sink your claws into, Amber," he adds, voice low and full of warning.

"That's it? After a year of relationship, you are not even trying to give me a closure?" She says sniffing and I go rigid.

A relationship?

"When you see someone who's married or committed to their partner you don't go around them and ask for closures Amber. Now get the fuck away from us." He seethes and I pry off my hand away from his hold.

They had a relationship? She looks so beautiful like how can someone deny her? Aman has certainly lowered his bar for me.

"I—I think..." I stutter, "You both should talk." I say my throat tightening, "I'll wait in our suit." I say already walking away from them.

"Heer!" I hear Aman call me but I don't look back but walk with unsteady steps towards our place which is only 3 floors up.

Jealousy spreads through me as I think about both of them together. They look like the perfect couple. Her with her perfect curves and him with the most handsome face in the whole world. Even their babies would look perfect.

My eyes cloud with tears as a picture of him and Amber being together visualizes infront of me.

Finally I reach our suit and take out the key card from my pouch. I go inside and soon open the shower stripping off my dress.

Why am I like this?

It's not like they are in a relationship. He is married to me.

What if he feels something for her now they have met after a long time?

Shut up brain!

AMAN

I watch her in rage as she walks away from me.

What does she mean that me and Amber should talk?

We have nothing to talk, "Heer!" I call trying to follow her but Amber grabs my arm in a firm hold.

"She's gone. Now shall we get into business." She says rubbing my arms up and down suggestively.

I shrug her off disgusted by her deliberate advances even after knowing I am married.

"Is this a game for you Amber?" I growl out, "You know I am married and yet you are doing this?" I snarl at her.

I don't give a fuck if someone saw this and publishes it in the magazines tomorrow. I can't afford to be a gentleman when she's trying to be a bitch.

"Maybe. But that never stopped men from falling at my feet before." She cocks her head to the side in an arrogant way of someone who gets what she wants everytime.

"Then you haven't met proper men before." I say, "And whatever drama you tried to pull now, will not work with me. Next time think before you act because I can very well make you disappear from the industry if I contacted TrendTrove." Her vicious smile drops.

"In fact... Lara Vaughn was trying for a place in your company, maybe I could recommend her." I give her a sinister smile because Lara Vaughn is her archnemesis who's fighting for the ambassador spot in the same company as Amber.

She gapes at me and looks terrified at the prospect.

"We didn't promise eachother anything before. Remember you were seeing other men while being with me and I didn't give a fuck about that then and not even now." I clench and unclench my hand still remembering how my Heer shrugged me off.

"If I see you again trying to pull off something like this, I don't have to remind you again what will happen." With that promise I walk away from her.

Now it's time, I find my wife and teach her a lesson for walking away from me. I want her to fight for her rights over me even if it includes pulling out Amber's blonde strands out of her scalp.

Running away from me isn't an option.

NITYA

I stare at the reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at me is completely a different person now. A girl in love.

Was it the right thing to let them talk? Or is it silly?

Now you are questioning your decisions Nitya?

I blow out a breath and wipe my wet hair with the towel. I soon grab one of my powder blue nightgowns and wear it without caring about anything.

It falls just above my knees and has a lacy cup that holds my breasts together with two barely there strings.

Just when I grab my phone to see the time, the door to the room opens with a thud.

Aman stands there with his hands inside his pockets with a grim expression on his face. He looks me up and down leaving a trail of fire over my exposed skin.

I look away from him and fiddle with my phone charger.

Why does he look angry? I am the one who should be furious at him for not telling me to cancel my moving to LA.

But a small voice from the back of my mind reminds me that I practically ran away, leaving him alone with his ex.

"What did you think was going to happen between me and her?" His voice breaks the stillness in the air.

I lift my shoulder in a shrug not knowing how to answer that. Should I confess him that I was jealous?

"I see..." He drawls still leaning against the doorframe, "Then you won't mind if I go back to her?" He asks me and I snap my eyes at him.

My eyes containing the rage that I can't show through my actions, "I'll kill you." I say through my teeth. Fury dripping from my voice.

He smirks like my answer satisfied him and walks towards me, eyeing me up and down hungrily.

"You left me like I am going to start something with her." He remarks taking predatory steps towards me.

"I did." I lift my chin in a false bravado and take a step back as he nears me.

"Will you leave me again like that?" He asks as my back collides with the wall. He hovers over me as he pins me to the wall with his body.

"You have no rights to walk away from me." He leans into my face our noses almost touch, "You. Can't." He punctuates each words with a hard kiss to my lips.

I immediately surrender to him as he devours my mouth. Sucking, nipping, marking me. I moan into the kiss as he holds both my wrists with one hand and pins it above my head.

I can't move as we both fight for dominance over this electrical kiss. I try to free my hands from him to draw him closer but he doesn't let me. His other hand goes around my one breast and pinches my nipple.

I whimper at the roughness he handles me. This feels good. So good. The anger that pours out of him is what makes this so much hot.

I am suddenly lifted by the back of my knees and thrown over his shoulder, "Aman!" I squeak and he swats my ass the sound echoing in the room.

"I am going to punish you and you are going to take it." He says and my inside clenches at the thought.

I am thrown into the mattress and my dress moves up at the movement displaying my white panties.

"You are a tease you know?" He rasps his eyes darkening noticing that it's lace. I lick my lips staring at him for his next move.

He isn't in a rush because he slowly removes his jacket and wraps it over the chair. I prop my elbows and watch the strip tease show.

He's in a white crisp shirt and black pants now. Slowly so slowly he folds the sleeves of his shirt like he's planning to get all dirty now.

"Aman." I breath out in frustration. Because he's doing this deliberately.

"This is going to be a punishment, sweetheart." He smirks at my trembling body, "And I am going to enjoy doing this and..." He smirks noticing my irritation, "I doubt you will." He loosens his navy blue tie. 

"Did you quit drinking?" I ask him out of nowhere because that question keeps pressuring me to find out answers since the moment he declined Amber's offer.

"You told me you don't kiss people who drink." He says and I notice his throat bob as he drags his eyes over my cleavage.

"So you quit?" I ask as warmth pools in my chest at his thoughtfulness.

"So I quit." He confirms and slides the tie off his neck. He walks towards me as I move away in the bed. He grabs my ankle and pulls me near him.

"Do not run. Not from me." He says moving his face closer to mine. The sharp lines of his face is accentuated in the dim light and his dark eyes swirls with desire.

I don't know if a man can be called beautiful but this one who's hovering above me can be only called that. Beautiful.

I am in a trance looking at his face as he grabs both my wrists and ties it to the bedpost with his tie.

"Hey—" I struggle against it but his mouth crashes against mine making me stop my attempts. I arch my chest into his needing the contact as I am tied up to the bed.

His thumb held my jaw, fingers curling over my throat as he pinned my head to the pillow and coaxed my tongue with his.

The throbbing in my center increases and wetness pools in my lace as I squeezed my thighs to soothe the ache.

He suddenly trailed kisses all over my chest and throat, "So fucking tempting." He whispers and bites and marks my neck.

I moan as he pushes one strap of my nightgown and descends his hot mouth over the curve of my breast. He looks at my eyes finding indescribable desire, he smirks.

"How can you imagine me with someone else?" He asks and pulls my other straps and exposes my breasts to the cool air, "Because I can't." He breathes over my nipple and flicks his tongue over it.

I gasp at the shoot of pleasure that keeps asking for more and more. "Please." I plead wanting his mouth over my aching breasts.

"No." He says with finality, "Not until I make you understand that you have no reason to be jealous." He again flicks his tongue over the other nipple. Just a light touch.

I release a frustrated growl. If I had my hands free I'd force his head down.

He lifts my hips and slides off the poor excuse of a clothe leaving me with only my panties. I blush and avert my eyes as I lay bare under him not being able to hide myself with my arms.

"Look at me." He instructs in a dominant tone. I shake my head looking at my right.

"Look. At. Me. Heer." He enunciates each word with a hard voice that instinctively makes my eyes flies to his dark depths.

He removes my panties and I am naked. Bare to him inside and out. He nudges apart my thighs with a gentle touch and I resist to move. It's not like this is the first time I am naked infront of him.

But something tells me that this is more. This is just more than a physical act. I feel like today he's going to imprint his mark in me.

Body, mind and soul.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." He says and I do. He releases a breath looking at my core. I squirm under his gaze and he moves down.

His face only an inch over my folds, "Please." I whisper not able to bear this torture.

"Do you want me?" He rasps with a desire laced tone. I see his knuckles whitening as he grabs the sheets controlling himself.

"More than anything." I say sincerely.

"Then you have to tell me something." He says holding my legs apart and pressing kisses to my inner thighs.

I moan and arch off the bed. God he is torturing me and I don't think I want him to stop.

"Okay." I'd so anything if he asks me right now because that's how much I am wound up tight. My constraints barely holding me tight from falling to my knees and yearning for his one touch.

"Tell me you are mine and I am yours." He asks licking my clit with his tip of the tongue.

I whimper biting my lips hard from saying those words. Because we are playing a dangerous game. I don't think if I uttered those words we both will come out of this unscathed.

"Can't?" He teases my opening by inserting his tongue and suddenly backs away.

I groan in frustration, "Please Aman!"

"What do you want?" He asks rubbing his bristles over my thighs.

"I want you." I pant, "I want everything." I breathe out. My hands still binded by the tie.

"Yeah?" He asks dipping his tongue into my folds and I nod repeatedly.

"Then tell me you are mine and I am yours." He says again moving away from my wet center.

I groan through my teeth, "You are an assho-" I yelp when he bites my clit.

"Alright! Alright." I breath out shallow pants. He looks at me with amusement.

We both know that I am going to give up.

"You are mine and I am yours." I say releasing those words from the bottom of my heart, "Body, mind and soul."

"Everything is yours." I say and he gives me a real smile. One that of a man who won something precious.

Jerk.

"You're going to keep staring at me like that or should I draw you a map?" I toss at him taunting him knowing very well I'll be moaning and screaming in pleasure the next minute.

"Oh that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble sweetheart." His eyes glints with challenge and he descends his skillful mouth to my core and within few minutes I fall apart.

Multitude of colours blooms behind my eyes and he keeps licking me with his tongue. I think I scream as I buck in the bed unable to get my hands released.

The restrain makes me delirious and hot. The thought of him doing anything with my body sends a thrill up my spine.

He can do anything because I let him. I gave this to him willingly.

I break apart under his mouth moaning his name like a prayer all the while.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I fall on the bed my legs and hands still shaking from the orgasm.

"Oh this is not over." He leans into my mouth, "Not even close. Now is the main course." He removes the tie that's around my wrist all the while we both keep staring at eachother.

To be continued...