𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭

"You will pay for this my dear Son." Her nose snarled with anger. Her eyes reflected the intensity of warth and vengeance.

"As if I care." He laughed devilishly.

"I think we should end this conversation right here, let's have dinner." His father tried to calm down tension between the two.

"I have a dinner date with my wife so you guys can enjoy yours. I shoul take your leave now." He tore his attention from his parents and walked towards the main door then turned and glanced over me. "Savi shall we go?" He forwarded his hand to me with a fake plaster smile.

"Ishaan this is not the way to talk out on your parents." His father yelled on him harshly but he didn't react and grabbed my hand instead.

"Good night Dad." Saying lastly he forcibly dragged me. I feared I could have kissed the floor.

"Ishaan stop I'll fall." I wriggled to come out of his iron grip, failing drastically in my every attempt. The man is made up of some hard metal it wasn't wrong. The skin where his grip was throbbing with pain.

"In the car." He jerked off me once we reached to his parked car.

"Ishaan please don't act like a spoiled kid they are your parents." I didn't know from where such courage flow in my blood. I think you have awaken the demon. I wanted to slaughter my own head before he do the honour.

His furious eyes turned to me but I was quick enough to sneak into the car. He walked to the other side of the car and slide in the driver's seat.

"Kept quiet until I ask you to speak. I'm telling you for your life, Okay." He hissed under clenched teeth. I thanked the God for saving me because the erupted lava could have fry me into ashes.

I nodded my head like a timid puppy.

He focused his all attention on the road but I know he was getting mad with increasing anger as his knuckles turned white, the veins were popping out below his ears.

For an unwanted reason I wished to calm him down. To know what is bothering him since a long time, a very long time. The anger, the frustration it wasn't the outcome of tonight's encounter.

My thoughts halted when he pulled the brakes suddenly. I could thank to the seat beat which saved me from crashing on the glass, bastard.

"Out." He barked.

"What!?" I stared at him in disbelief. We were in the middle of the busy road.

"Look if you're not hungry. Stay here gladly because I'm going to fill my stomach because I don't believe in starving myself for some people who don't deserve such sacrifices." His tone flashed his pissed off mood.

"I'm not as smart as you. Out, practically means you're asking me to leave the car." I spatted maddingly. The respect I received from his parents already stung on the most sensitive organ of my body.

"Whatever." He muttered. "I'm not going to waste my time here in the middle of the door with you." He jumped out slamming the door harshly.

I am married to a walking fire ball.

He began walking towards a fine Italian restaurant. I followed him silently. He stopped as we were on the entrance. He waited for me as soon as I reached to him. He circled his arm around my shoulders.

"Don't pulled in any stupid stunt remember we are in a public place. Everybody knows me in this place, Okay." He warned me between his fake grin. If someone was watching us from distance, surely he or she found us a couple so much in love.

Again I nodded my head.

"Now smile." He kissed my right cheek. Though it wasn't any near to a kiss but a soft feathery touch of his rough warm lips left a tingling sensation in my body.

"Good evening Mr. Bhosale." A man in a black uniform greeted him and turned his attention to me, "Good evening mam please come this way." He showed a us a corner table secluded from only six table that were occupied.

"What would you like to have Sir, Madame?" A man in his early twenties butted in. He was the waiter who come to take our orders.

"You can order for yourself." Ishaan handed me the menu card. I groaned in frustration as all the dishes name was in Italian. I only knew few world wide famous dishes like pasta or pizza.

He sensed my dilemma. "I can help you if you can't decide on one dish." He said sweetly. For a second I thought he was talking to someone else, but it's you silly girl.

"The same you're ordering for yourself. I don't feel an appetite to eat something heavy." I answered in lame confidence to prevent any embarrassment.

"Okay." He shrugged his shoulders.

He told some alien dishes name to the waiter who left saying he would come back with our food within fifteen minutes.

He busied himself in his phone. He was calm total opposite of demeanor of him that I witnessed sometime ago.

I think he is suffering from multiple personality disorder!