WITH YOU!

13. JUST SHE!

VIVAAN

I called her finally, after she re-sent the amount. I was already angry, & this added fuel to the fire.

I called her, & she firstly didn't pick the call, then she cut it angering me. She finally received, & spoke in a tired, sleepy voice, but I didn't reply. She cursed, & yelled at me, & then had guts to disconnect my, the King's call, only to send me to the zone where all I saw was red.

I transferred more amount & again she retransferred the amount!

What the hell does she think of herself! Frustrated I destroyed my office, & called her yet again.

& cut her before she could start cursing again. She didn't identify me at first, which was a pang to my heart, but I continued to talk, & then she identified me.

"Yeah who the hell can ever forget me, the King himself!" my narcissistic side spoke fully contended.

& then I spoke to pay her for her services, that lift, care & all. I knew that it's all precious & can't be paid for, but I just couldn't stop myself ,blinded with rage. She was hurt, & it could be felt in her voice, but I could care less.

& then she called me what the world calls me, an arrogant cold, rude, bastard, & I don't mind, cause that's what I'm, but already being angry, & as these words came out of "her" mouth, that too directly to me, while others don't even dare to lift their eyes in front of me, plus the pics & videos of her with that motherfucker, all made me furious, & without thinking much, I called her a whore, & she yelled at me. No she wasn't angry, but hurt, deeply. So deeply that tears & sobs could express it better than her words.

It was like I was coming back to senses listening to her panting, & suppressed sobs. I'm a mafia boss, not some ignorant common man, whom she can hide her tears or anything from!

I felt bad, & then daring me, in not so bold voice, she disconnected.

But this time, I was not angry, I was disappointed with myself. I shouldn't have valued her invaluable care & support. & calling her a whore was the worst mistake.

For the first time, I was feeling something I never felt before, guilt!

"But it is she who has been moving around holding some other guy's hands!" I spoke out aloud only to convince myself, to save from guilt, the worst thing ever!

"Not some other guy, her brother-cum-best friend!" spoke Avi, as he leaned on the door of my office, since how long I don't know.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, more like to confirm.

"What you heard!" he said shrugging his shoulders, & staring at me.

He came with lazy steps, in my destroyed office, not breaking the eye contact, & threw two files on my table.

"Aisha & Siddharth's info as you asked for, Sir!" he said mocking me, with yet cold expressions & yet staring at me.

I broke the stare, & looked at the files. & there it was. Sid was her best friend, & a brother like figure. Oh shit! I really messed up.

Then I opened Aisha's file, & there was his name with bold letters, as her best friend, & brother. & then I looked at her relationship status, to find it single, since forever.... Is it even possible, thought I? How did she stay single with the Despos of the whole world ready to pounce upon her to ravage her?

"Congratulations bro!" Said Avi breaking my trance.

I gave him the questioning look.

"You destroyed your relationship successfully. even before it was built." he spoke with a disappointment laced voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not accepting the reality.

"You know exactly what I mean. Aisha is not like your money sucking whores, I warned you, but you didn't listen. Bhai you questioned her character, do you know the value of a girl's dignity, her reputation. She'll never forgive you, let alone be with you. You made her cry, when she is the one who made you smile in years! Seriously, I was selfish to think her & you together. She deserves better!" he said shaking head head from side to side. That only means...

"Hey, did you..." he cut me off.

"Yes I listened your whole conversation, & I'm really ashamed of you bhai!" he said with disappointment yet, & left the office.

I looked at her file, it had her beautiful picture, smiling.

I smiled looking at it, & felt guilty of my actions.

"Sorry Sweetheart! I know you deserve better, as Avi says, but I'm too selfish to let you go, ever, & I'll be the only one for you! I won't allow any other guy to even throw a chance at you! Don't worry, I'll come back to you, & make it up to you!" I said almost promising, caressing her cheeks with my thumb, unfortunately only on the pic. How I wish it was real! I sighed!

Then I read her details. She lived with her mother, who was a single mother in Shimla, Himachal Pradesh, till she was 14. Then she lost her mother in an accident, & had to come to Delhi to her mother's sister, that is her Aunt & Uncle to live with. She came to Mumbai two years back to graduate from St. Mary college, which again belongs to me, just like her flat, which is located in Sunshine Complex, belonging to me. She is too close, yet too far. I need her, & I'll make up for my mistake. With this determination I walked out of my office & came back to my penthouse, with Avi silent all the way. I wonder is he with me or with Aisha? Whatever, I'm too busy to handle his tantrums. If I have to handle the tantrums, it'll be of Aisha, & not of this grumpy brother of mine!

I re-read her file which had her insta id, & I quickly accessed it. It was a public account, to my good luck, & I watched her pics. She had a lot of followers, maximum of whom were guys, which I didn't like. I looked at her pics. She doesn't seem much active, but she posts regularly. & it was for my good. I looked at her pics. She was looking cute, hot & sexy, but she is at least ten times better in real life. I looked at her one pic, where she was pouting. I brought my lips closer to the screen, & kissed it. How I wished it was for real, but ahh! I sighed yet again!

Then I kept on looking at her pics, from old to new, & I felt the need to have her, in my arms, to kiss her, to fuck her, hard. I remembered our close proximity, & gulped remembering those lustrous & delicious looking lips, that tempting body, the way her boobs collided with my chest, & I got hard.

"Yeah, & the way you called her a whore, & made her cry to complete the list!" added my subconscious, mocking me, making me feel guilty.

I shook myself three times in the whole night remembering & imagining her with me. & God I shot so much, as I didn't ever in my whole life. & I don't remember the last time I shook myself even for once. I always took care of my carnal needs. I can call & have any women, in a blink of eyes, but can anyone ever match to the level I crave for her? NO, never! This little seductress of mine was doing things to me she herself is unaware of.

"Soon babes soon, you'll be here, with me, sleeping in my arms, after a tiring night, all satiated, & loved! I made you cry, but I'll pay you back, as I said I don't keep anyone's anything with me. I'll give you an earth shattering orgasm for every tear you shed because of me!" I spoke looking at her pic, which I had made a folder of in my laptop.

Don't know why, but I just can't take my mind off her. It is just she, who makes me feel things, just she who makes me think from my heart, & my dick at the same time! It's just she, who ever ruled my heart & my brain.

I slept thinking of her, our encounter, & feeling guilty for making her cry, don't know when, only to dream of her & me, & me & her, together....

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So is it just lust, liking or love, or just infatuation? Or is it his obsession for Aisha? What do you think guys?

Is Viv's anger justified, not talking of his behavior to Aisha though?

Yours ever-waiting-for-responses Author,

~$D