"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑡; ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.."
Sana Gill, age 21, is a typical princess girl. She is the only daughter of her r...
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SURAJ POV
"Who is your mistress?"
It's been over an hour, that I talked with Sidharth. But my mind is still stuck on one fucking word that he said.
MISTRESS.
How dare he call my love, a mistress? She is not any random woman, whom I want to fuck then leave. She is not a whore. She is my love. My happiness. My peace. My salvation. My every God damn thing.
She is the only person, I really care about, after my daughter, Sana. In fact, I fall in love with her because she loves my daughter like a mother does. Like a mother should. Which Heer couldn't do, even being her biological mother.
Heer, was a pathetic woman. Neither, she could become a good wife, for me. Nor a good mother for my daughter. But—
Divya, my love. She became that mother for my daughter. She didn't give birth to her, but she is not less.
I have seen her since Sana was born. I have observed what she did for my daughter. She did everything that Heer should have done for my daughter.
Divya loved her. Take care of her. Feed her, when she was hungry. Hugged her, when she was craving for a mother's warmth. Read her bedtime stories before putting her in bed. Cuddled her, when she used to have nightmares for years. Helped her getting ready for school. Prepared her tiffin box. Tied her shoe laces. Helped her in doing homework.
She did every God damn thing. What I should have done. And, what Heer should have done when she was a child.
Divya even taught her how to say "Papa" and "Mumma". I still remember Sana's first words. It was Papa. She called me, Papa with a toothy smile. She had two bunny teeth. I got so happy after hearing this that I hugged her and kissed her. I even celebrated it by giving a increment to my employees. Both home workers and office workers.
Heer didn't give a fuck about it. She acted like it was nothing. That our... No my daughter said something for first time. But, I still remember Divya was very happy, for me. She baked a cake for me and Sana. That was cute. Her gesture.
Before that, I never looked at her in different way. In a romantic way. She was my house servant. My daughter's nanny. I can't see her like that. I can't get drawn to her. To her kindness and sweetness. Or anything.
It was forbidden, for me. I was married to Heer. I had a daughter, Sana. So, I controlled my emotions for her. And, stay loyal to my wife, Heer. Who couldn't keep her legs crossed. The way I kept my dick inside my pants.
She got in a forbidden relationship with my younger brother. Under my nose. But, the day I caught her with that fucker. I was happy rather than sad or heartbroken. I was happy that, now I can have my love, my Divya.
But, I'm not lucky to have her. She is too good for me. Too good for this fucking world. The day I first approached her, not for anything sexual. I just confessed my feelings to her, that I love her and I want her to be mine.
