Heartless Husband

-chapter twenty five-

-vedika-

It was Abhimanyu who had wanted to marry you.

But he was heartless.

My father's words repeat in my mind. He was heartless. My father said he was but all I could think of was the night he had broke into my apartment when I had seen Dia had his house. How he had held my hand over his chest and I had felt the soft rhythmic beat of his heart.

You make me human, love.

I shut my eyes close, trying to ignore his words in my head but ended up seeing those mismatched eyes looking at with fragility and unnamed softness. "I would turn crazy," I murmur under my breath as I pull myself away from the L-shaped sofa and sat Haunting Adeline down.

I didn't know who had put it here but it wasn't helping not mess with my mind, so I decided to do what Abhimanyu had told me to don't. I walked towards the closet where I had set my clothes and Shravani's and somewhat Abhimanyu's.

I rattle through the closet and pulled out a black overcoat that seemed like a dress itself and reached down just below my knees over my red lingerie but as I finished, I noticed a ring of falling from between one of Abhimanyu's dress shirt.

The diamond glared under the light and my eyes grow wider in realisation as I looked at the ring. My ring. I hadn't expected it to be here, nevertheless, with Abhimanyu. I picked it up and slip it into my ring finger. It still fit me perfectly.

Shravani was still asleep and I was going to be quick but I had still put the baby monitor on and grabbed my phone before walking down the elevator.

The air in the Rajgarh seemed to nice but as I made my way to down the hallway, all of a sudden seemed to seized out of lungs as I heard a voice from behind, "Are you going to planing to stand here?"

I turned to find glaring pair of amber eyes looking at my way like he had just woke up and chose to kill anyone who got in his way. He was six-feet something and even I was tall, I still had to tilt my head and look at him.

Inks on his skin peaking through his black clothes and suddenly he looked larger than life itself. "I'm sorry but I hadn't read the one-way sign on my way."

His gaze doesn't flicker. "No one talks to me like that." Agastya Rajvansh was known for bad temper and even more, talks about him that were nothing but spine-chilling terrifying.

"Probably they don't want to tell you how much of a rude asshole you are?"

I knew Agastya Rajvansh was not a gentleman and he didn't even tried to hide it.

"Let the woman be on her own, Rajvsnsh." A whisky chuckle under soft breath made its way in the room and I turn my eyes to look at the three people. Two men and one woman who stood between the two men. "Is it a Rajvansh thing to make people's lives hell?" The same man asked with a chuckle.

"Who could know this better than our pretty little Inayat here?" He stated as I saw him giving the woman a slap on her ass cheek.

"I don't," she said with a cheshire smile on her face as she hooked her arm around the latter man's arms. Inayat Malik stood in a long dark blue thin strap dress with slits on both sides with her diamonds shining under the light for once in a while.

I knew her from the parties my parents had thrown even though I never talked with her. A young widow who had married twice of her age  and said to be chasing after money but that wasn't the case why most disliked her. She had the sweetest hourglass body ever with dimple on her left cheek whenever she smiled and dark natural waves that fell on waist.