My Bodyguard

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Aarav POV

This needs to be settled now or never.

I can't handle seeing Ira being sad about her mother anymore and I can't stay put too.

I needed to do something, so here I am.

I tracked down the woman. I don't know what or how I did it but I had a sudden urge to put an end to this, so I tracked her down.

Right now, I'm standing in front of the house, holding the paper that had the address written on.

The house was bigger than ours and I glance at the porch, finding 2 big cars with a bike on the side.

She is living comfortably without any guilt.

I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open and my mind kept replaying about Ira.

She didn't want to tell me what she felt just because she's afraid that I would get upset.

I don't give a damn. She's my priority and nothing is making her upset again, not anymore.

The door opened, showing a teenage boy with glasses and having headphones on.

This is the older boy.

"I'm here for Mrs Anita Singh." The boy stared at me, looking to his back.

"Mom! Someone is here for you!" He yelled and asked me to wait. I heard hurried footsteps towards the front door and the boy just walked away.

The woman came in front of me, looking at me with a small smile.

She looks exactly like Ira but older.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"I'm Aarav and I'm here to talk about your daughter." She looks at me weirdly, glancing at the little girl that was imitating the pony on the tv.

"Not her-my wife, Ira. The one that you left when she was 6 with her abusive father. Ring any bells?" She looked surprised, frantic and quickly pushed me further away from the door, closing it quickly.

"Don't speak nonsense to me. I don't have any other daughter."

"The reaction doesn't look convincing, Mrs Singh." I said when she was too flustered just now.

She stares at me, shaking her head.

"I don't have a daughter. You are lying!" She spatted to me and I took my phone out. I have Ira's picture on my screen and I like to look at it whenever I have a hard time.

She's my rock and I'm not letting my rock break. She deserves everything good.

"She has your eyes." I showed her Ira's picture and she froze, staring at it.

She was really staring at the picture, having tears welled up in her eyes.

She does remember Ira.

"That's photoshopped."

"As if I have the time to take your picture and make it younger- why are you denying it so bad? Have you ever thought about her? Aren't you curious?" I questioned and I am getting pissed off.

I have been so calm all this while but I am on the edge.

"No. I do not care about whoever this is and I do not have another daughter. I have my 18 year old son and my 8 year old daughter, that's it. Don't bug me again. I will call the police." She said sternly, glaring at me and I stared at her.

"Go on. Call the police. I don't give a damn." I shrugged because I really don't care.

I want justice for my wife. She has been through way too much.

"I'm not entertaining you anymore. Fuck you." She spatted, walking away from me and it pissed me off.

"She was abused. She was tortured and never seen the outside world because of you. The mistake that you did, costed her 19 years of life. She never been to school or even knows a fucking grocery store- and it's on you. Because you left her. I hope you get a good night sleep and I am not resting until I get an explanation. My wife deserves that." I was so pissed off.

Whatever her reason was, all I asked for an explanation. At least a valid reason so that Ira won't feel bad anymore.

She is capable of understanding whatever reason it is because she just needs something to make her feel okay.

To make her feel that it's not her fault.

"And fuck you too!" I yelled, flipping a finger. She glared at me, slamming the door shut.

The fuck do I care if she's older? She doesn't deserve the respect and she cussed at me first.

But I was feeling angry the whole time I was driving back, making me think about Ira and all the possibilities of what would've happened.

Maybe the damn man was too abusive? Maybe she just ran away?

I can't think properly.

"You're home! I was waiting for you and I made your favourite." I smiled, looking at Ira hugging me, propping her chin on my chest.

All of a sudden, my shoulders felt light.

My worries washed away the moment I have my love.

"I keep missing my turn. Tomorrow is my turn to cook and thank you for making my favourite. Did you have a fun time with Sugar?" I asked kissing her cheek and she nodded, smiling widely.

She had a day out with Sugar and I told her I had a meeting.

It technically was a meeting.

"We had brunch together- which is breakfast and lunch, hence the word brunch! I learned a new word and it was so good! We went to the mall and we did our nails. Look at mine!" Ira was excitedly showing her nails to me.

It looked shiny with a nude-pink colour painted on her nails, having a white line on the edge. I don't understand what was it but it was pretty. It suited her.

"It looks pretty, suits you."

"Right?! It's called french tip? Sugar picked it for me because I don't like nails too long. Do you like it? How was the meeting?" She asked leaning on my shoulder, wiggling her fingers at me.

I cracked a smile, holding her hands.

I still remember how rough her hands looked the first time she came home with me. Her chipped nails with rough skin, having wounds here and there.

I'm happy she's so much better.

"It was fine, could've been better." I mumbled, pulling her close to me but she pulled me to her, making me lean on her chest since we were sitting on the couch.

"It's okay. We can always try next time. Maybe there's a reason it didn't go well today. Don't worry." She said kissing my forehead and I just leaned on her, wrapping my arms around her.

If only she knew it was about her.

"We're stronger together." I said looking at her and she smiled, nodding her head.

"We are and I need a lift to the kitchen, my strong guy. I am hungry." She poked my cheek and I chuckled by myself, sitting up.

"Let's go, my love."