"Tumhe maafi mangne par majbur na kr diya to mera naam bhi Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore nhi."
"Aur agar usi the great Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore ko main ghutno par na le aayi to mera nam bhi Kritika nhi."
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Author's pov
"So... How's your fourth day at work?" Anshika asked Kritika who was hitting the keyboard with her finger tips.
"What else it could be. The same shit is going on just the level is ummm... low maybe." She answered without removing her gaze from the computer.
"Low level??"
"Yeah!!.... Some are trying to butter me to be in my good books. Some are bitching behind my back and some are busy giving me judgemental looks."
"What about your manager?"
"Well... he's way too respectful and nice with me as I am the wife of his could be future client." She rolled her eyes at the mention of her manager.
"How's his client then? And the things between you both? How are they going?"
"It's going what I think..... fine I guess." She had a boring expression on her face while talking about him.
"Fine?? Mujhe to laga tu use kabr me pohncha degi, after whatever he did. Kuch chal raha hai kya tere dimaag me?" Being her best friend she's the only one who knows the secret of their marriage.
( Fine?? And I thought you will send him to grave after whatever he did. Is there something going on in your mind? )
"Main bhi na kaise stupid sawaal puch rhi hu. Koi tujhe bina permission ke touch kare, to tu use nahi chodti, usne to bina permission ke shaadi kar li.To use kaise chodegi." Anshika's words stirred something inside her.
( Which kind of stupid questions I am even asking. You don't leave those who touched you without permission, and he married you without your permission. Then how can you leave him. )
She felt too numb to move her fingers anymore. Heat crawled upto her neck. Her stomach churned and goosebumps sprang up all over her bare arms, remembering the turn of events of that day.
Flashback
"A what???"
"You heard me Sweetheart."
"Apke ye saste nashe jab khatam ho jayenge na, tab baat karenge." Saying that, she tried to leave the room but Rehan was fast enough to yank her onto his lap.
( We will talk when you're over with your cheap intoxication. )
She stiffened at her spot when he rounded one of his veiny arm around her waist, seizing her actions.
