Heartless Husband

-chapter eighteen-

-vedika-

I think I was going crazy.

Possibly crazy was not even the word to define my state since the day Abhimanyu had stepped into my building and had bought the apartment in front of mine own to torture me farther. It had been more than a week since I had a proper interaction with him and that was the day I had met Meera and her husband.

He seemed closed off though he still was the shameless old arse. The last I had met him was the day my washer had some blockage... once again and this time when I had went to get the plumber's help, that panty theif had bought me a brand new washer.

"Put it down," I declared to the four guards who carried the washer to launderomat. Two of them glanced at my way with lazy unbothered eyes and the other didn't even concerned to look at me but none of them stopped on their tracks. Instead, they fastened their pace.

"Tell your boss that I don't need it," I said again as I saw their back disappearing into my launderomat. "Why don't you tell that by yourself to their boss?" The musky manly voice had raised the tiny strands of hair on my back as warmth spread through my back at the knowing that he was behind me.

My throat tightened with the lack of air as I turned around to face him. His jawline glided across the sunlight but it was soon blocked by his towering height as a faint shadow casted his face.

"Well then, I don't need that washer," I spoke firmly but his face remained the same. Sardonic with jaws clenched as I saw a muscle flexing. He was dressed in his black Armani suit that told me probably he had just returned from his work.

"I don't accept your answer," he told simply without any trace of emotion.

"Why?" Out of the things I could say, I managed to say why because the slight sipping of tongue against his lower lips stole every words of mine away. I shouldn't have found that hot but he managed to make that even.

Focus Vedika. Focus.

"I don't need other men coming and going from your apartment."

"But—wait. Where are you all taking that?" I irked with sudden annoyance as I saw them carrying my old washer away. "Stop them." I turned to face Abhimanyu again. He glanced down at the silver watch in his left wrist and let out a bored sigh.

"Throw that shit away, boys," he ordered as my jaw hung open at his words. I was stupid enough to think that for once he was going to listen to me. He didn't.

"Should have known what you have meant by 'you should have asked me' when I had said about the blockage problem." At a skip of second, I saw the corners of lips lifting as a smirk played on his face but the next second, his face seemed to carve out of ice when I closed the door with a smile on my face and heard a quiet chuckle past the door but as I had slowly opened the door, he was gone.

Was that a mistakenly illusion too?

That was the last I saw him. Four days and what made it worse was that I couldn't bring myself to stop counting the days. I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about him even when I knew Abhimanyu would the least of the person to think about me.

"Sometimes I wish I was of your height," the girl with two ponytails spoke as I picked up a cartoon of milk from the top shelf in the store. I casted her a little smile as she rattled behind two of her younger siblings and I was left alone in the long hallway of the supermarket.

"Fine, what is next?" I pressed my phone more closer to my ear as I heard Shravani from other line. "Mumma I don't want porridges this time," my daughter exclaimed from the other side.