Made In Hell 2.0

Chapter 5

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Point of view: Mahir's POV....

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This moment!

When her lips are slammed against mine.

I was dying for it.

This one month felt like an eternity.

Week one: I was a broken mess totally drowned in alcohol like the media said.

Week two: I was not even touching alcohol because Bela doesn't like it and was thinking of ways that how can I win her back.

Week three: I approached my family knowing Bela won't leave them even if she left me and got to know about her whereabouts. And that's why I sent Yuvi in my place to give her the space that she deserved after me fucking this all up.

Week four: I realised there is no way I can loose her and have to win her back. I need to win my Bela back. I didn't care if winning her back required me to sell my everything and come on roads or to struggle till my past breath.

Today: Here I am. Standing in front of her. As a mere employee to her. Although we know that she means the world to me and I mean the world to her. I am here for you Bela. And I am not leaving anytime soon.

And this moment feels like it was all worth it. Thinking this I kissed her back with more and more passion, making her groan in kiss.

But you know what?

She will push me away in a few seconds. I know that. She might have kissed me willingly but she will push me back right now.

She is too much in the moment right now and that's why she kissed me not because I deserved it.

Thinking this I backed off myself because I need things to not be awkward between us since I have to work here to stay with her.

She looks at me scanning me from top to bottom when I backed away from the kiss.

I can't let her feel awkward right now.

Back to your cocky self, Mahir. To win your wife back.

"Already doing sexual exploitation of your poor employee Bela?", I said with a mischievous look and a smirk only to make her gasp.

But before she could say anything, realisation dawned upon her.

Yes. That was what I talked about.

She was in the moment.

I didn't deserve it.

"Bela? Do you always take such favours from everyone? Or am I too hot to resist?", I said playing it cool to make her furious.

A furious Bela is far better than an awkward Bela. And this way, is a tried and tested way to make her furious. As expected she looks up towards him and comes forward holding me by my collars before speaking up like the fierce tigress she is.