YOU BELONG TO ME

CHAPTER TWENTY : TĚTE-Á-TĚTE.

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"What are you doing here?" a voice demanded, slicing through the stillness of the night and startling Roohina. Her pulse quickened as her grip tightened briefly on the axe in her hand. Slowly, she placed it down on the ground, turning carefully to face the intruder, bracing herself for whatever was to come.

Standing in front of her was Jasmine, her head held high, exuding an aura of calm authority. Her expression, however, was grim, her gaze sharp as it rested on Roohina.

"I was plucking some rose petals for medicinal purposes," Roohina lied, though she tried to make her tone sound convincing. She took a cautious step forward, her movements measured as she approached Jasmine.

"Does your husband know you’re out here?" Jasmine asked, her voice steady, her gaze unwavering.

"No, he doesn’t," Roohina replied curtly, before adding, "What are you doing here?" Her tone now carried a subtle edge, mirroring Jasmine's intensity.

"I saw you walking into the garden and decided to follow you," Jasmine admitted, her honesty catching Roohina slightly off-guard.

"Alright," Roohina said with a sigh, eager to escape the situation. "I’ll get going now. Goodnight." She turned on her heel and started to walk away.

"Wait," Jasmine called out, halting her in her tracks.

Roohina turned back, her brow furrowing in mild irritation.

"I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something important," Jasmine said, her tone shifting to one of quiet urgency. "Could you come to my house tomorrow morning before the reception starts?"

Roohina hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I’ll try to come."

As she turned back toward her bicycle , a sudden realization struck her—she had completely forgotten about the reception party. She grimaced inwardly, thinking of the noise and the crowd. She hated noisy gatherings and had barely endured the chaos of her own wedding. This time, she vowed she would find a way to avoid the overwhelming scene.

Mounting her bicycle, she rode back to the villa under the cover of darkness, the cool night air doing little to calm the unease stirring within her.

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When she arrived, she parked the bicycle in its usual spot and maneuvered quietly into the villa. The dim glow of the hallway lights greeted her as she made her way inside.

"Is Ashmaan back?" she asked Baheerah, her ever-diligent personal assistant.

"Yes, ma’am," Baheerah replied with a polite nod.

Roohina acknowledged her with a faint nod before continuing her journey to her room. She quickly shed her clothes, replacing them with a comfortable set of pajamas.

Her mind wandered briefly to the herbal drink she had planned to make but decided it could wait until the morning. For now, her priority was ensuring that her dear husband—note the sarcasm, she thought bitterly—had no inkling of her earlier actions in the rose garden.