Heartless Husband

-chapter fifteen-

-vedika-

I didn't see him the next day.

Not the other or the other of the days and nights that went by the door of the apartment in front of mine being closed as if no body lived there like before and I hated it. Hated it because I missed him. Hated how I missed those mismatched eyes. Hated how I missed the warmth of his body whenever near mine.

The Rajvanshs were harmful and I wasn't blind to know that. They were rumours of them being criminal and somewhere I knew the rumours were true. As much as the Rajvanshs wanted to keep their women stupid, they couldn't. Abhimanyu had scars—scars of knife, bullets and much more and that man showed up many time with bruised knuckles and blood—I doubted they weren't his but over time, I had kept that somewhere part of mind in denial, pretending like nothing were wrong with them.

Yet I was missing one of them. The one who could kill me with a blink of an eye but I was still waiting for the door of his apartment in front of mine to open. It wasn't about his apartment but it was about him. I should have been delighted on the thought that maybe he was finally gone but I wasn't.

What was wrong with me?

"Mumma." I heard Shravani's voice from the dining table as I carried pile of dirty clothes towards my washer but luck seemed to be out of my hand the moment I had realised that my washer was having some blockage problem.

"Dammit," I let out a breathy curse as I kicked my washer in frustration. That was the reason I didn't believed in China. Now, I had to ask our security guard to send a plumber. Great.

"What happened?" I asked as I walked back with dirty clothes stuffed into my basket.

"Abhi will make a good boyfriend."

I stilled, stopping on my place and eyeing my three year old daughter like she had grown head two thick heads. "Who taught you that word?" I inquired with suspicion but she giggled with amusement.

"Nani did. She said Tanveer will make a good boyfriend for you. I say Abhi will."

I guess I again had to talk to my mother on what she was saying in front of my daughter. "Don't pay attention to Nani's words, Shravani."

"Why?"

She buried her eyes back on her coloring of fairy tale cartoons when I glared at her. She had already colored Cinderella's dress golden and hair blue. "Don't go anywhere. I'm coming from downstairs."

She nodded in response but I guessed she wasn't going to oblige me by the small of the prankish smile pulled up on her face. Shaking my head, I reached to open my door and suddenly my heart stopped with a skip of beat. Ice rushing over my skin as my eyes fixed on the woman in front of me.

Blue eyes. Red lips. Six inches heels.

Dia Matthias.

Voices came behind her as she leaned her body against his door frame as the bodycon black dress hugged her slim body tighter than the vice clutching my heart. The blue of her eyes locked with mine and for a second I could tell that my blood was turning cold. Deeper than Dia's eyes.

Her lips curled into distaste and I believed it was because of appearance. Messy tangled hair. A plain white top and fitted jeans fading with time but I cared less about that.