Promised Love

46. Pretty Lies

This chapter is dedicated to misscuty88 and the_nephophilia for showing so much love on this book 🥰

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Abhimanyu's POV

Rushing out of the office building, I throw myself into my car and start the engine. I need to get the hell away from here. I need to see Saanvi, but for now I'll just go home. She'll be back when she has to.

I feel like a massive moron. Nitya managed to manipulate me again and I fell for it. I clearly don't learn from my mistakes.

By the time I reach home, I am tired and totally angry at myself so when I see Saanvi sitting on the sofa all by herself my heart stops.
"Saanvi?" I gawk. She turns around and pins her gaze at my rumpled shirt, messed up hair because of running my hands through them numerous times in frustration and the faint lipstick mark on my breast pocket that Nitya made while I was handing her over to my security persons.

"Have you been cheating on me Abhimanyu?" She asks raising an eyebrow.

I shake my head fervently.
"Nitya. She came to my office..." I start, "She was-"

"She threw herself on you?" She guesses.

I nod warily. I really don't want her to get the wrong idea but i wouldn't blame her if she does. This is a pretty suspicious situation.

She takes another calculating look at my dishelved apperance before sighing,
"Go take a shower. I am not touching until you've wiped all remnants of her off of you."

She doesn't need to tell me twice. Ofcourse I am going to take a damn shower.

We don't say anything to eachother as I walk past her and march into our bedroom. I have thought over the moment she'll come back home many times and none of them were like what happened just now. I look like I just messed around with someone and she looks...she looks like she's holding back tears.
I take a long shower, carefully lathering myself up, letting the water drizzle down my body and finally furiously wiping myself with a towel.

When I emerge out, Saanvi is sitting on the bed, she's zipping her suitcase up and for a scary second I assume she's packing up the rest of her clothes to leave me for good. I stare at her, my hands fidgeting and my body as stiff as a board.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a menacing tone. She really doesn't trust me or what, it didn't take her even a second to draw conclusions and pack her bags.

She gasps like I just scared her before looking up at me.
"Oh!" She rumbles. "I didn't see you there."

She rises up from the floor and practically jumps on me. Her hands come around my neck and I reflexively grab her hips for leverage and for keeping her in place. I love that I can hold her like this. Shanaya was 5 foot 9, a lot taller than most woman, and she has never been able to climb me like this.

"What's up." I ask in the same flat tone. If she thinks she is giving me a goodbye hug so help me god-

"I've missed you so so much." She murmurs in my ear and sniffs my neck like she is breathing in my scent.

Wait...it's not a goodbye hug?

She withdraws her face from the crook of my neck and looks at me straight in the eye. "I told you Nitya is a witch right. See, you should have listened to me." She says matter of factly.

Wait. I am going to get a whiplash. Why is she so calm?
"You're not leaving?" I ask.

She scrunches her forehead and looks at me like I said the most ridiculous thing.
"No?" Her answer sounds more lie a question. "Why would I leave again, I just returned?"