Between The Singhanias

Chapter 25

Meera froze and so did her struggles when the cold voice that sends rhythm of sensations in her body, chuckled deeply. The green eyes pierced into before she crawled to the far end of the black car she was forced in. "Yuvaan?" Meera spoke in disbelief. She couldn't believe it. The man that had made her cry up many nights for his actions was in front of her. Sitting in the car and pretending as if nothing happened between them.

He raised his hand to touch her cheek but she pushed him away. His eyes flickered with a different kind of emotion... hurt? Oh she would care less about it!

"Don't touch me," she growled.

"Why? Does my touch scares you?"

This insane man...! She could not not believe he had the audacity of showing off. 'Singhanias...' she huffed.

"Your touch disgust me!"

His head fell back against the car's seat before he let out a dry chuckle. 'He chuckled? He just chuckled? Good God! Why is my life so absurd?!' His eyes raked her from the toe and then again stopping on her face. She turned away, trying to open the lock of the car but it was locked.

"It won't open until I desire, Meera," Yuvaan spoke softly as if her struggles meant nothing to him. "Why are you doing this!" cried Meera with a lone tear that slipped from her right eye. Yuvaan's eyes studied his wife. She looked helpless and she hated that. Silence spreed in the car as if everything went still until he spoke, "Did you missed me?"

Unexpectedly, she snapped her glossy eyes up to him, meeting the green ones. He leaned himself closer to her body, his hand grasping the nape of her neck before he whipped the tear away by his thumbpad.

"Because I did..." he breathed, softly.

Her body went still for a second bit she was no stupid to fall for these words of him. He was nothing but a selfish man. "I hate you, Yuvaan Singhania and I wish you rot in hell." She said, jerking her body away from him. Not to her surprise, he stayed silent but the way he sat calm amused her. Did he really cared about things less? Meera questioned herself.

"Get down..."

"Huh?"

"Your home is here, Meera." She checked the door of the car to see if it was really unlocked or he was once again lying. Meera had not wasted any minute to get off once making sure that it unlocked. 'It won't open until I desire, Meera.' She recalled the words upon getting off the car. Her hand slamming the door sharply.

He could not show up when he had said that he would care less about her and now claiming that he missed her. She was not going to forget those words, the day when she had walked out of the palace was still fresh in her.

Meera was in mess when she had reached home. Her hair was disheveled with the expression that she held in her face was enough to tell any smart individual that something was not right. But then again, which woman would want their husband to kidnap her?

"Meera you are back?" Her mother exclaimed without sparing a glance to her, too engrossed in the seed she was planting on the pot. The latter just hummed in response.

"Maa-" her mother cut her off, "Did you heard the news? Someone is shifting in the house opposite to ours?"

"Yeah." She lied. Meera had no clue about this neighbor shifting thing. She had always considered herself the type of girl who had no idea of what is going in the world, then how had her mother expected her to know this.

From the backyard window of her house, Meera looked at the double storey white and black exteriored house that her mother was actually referring to. The house seemed to belong to a person with money in the street but no one had ever occupied that house, surprisingly.