To hide one lie, thousands of lies are needed.
Jhanish Mehrotra
He is a grumpy, moody billionaire who doesn't like people around him, he can't feel emotions or maybe he don't want to feel.
For him his work and his company is his priority.
But wh...
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It's been twenty weeks exactly, Maya is five months pregnant and her belly started showing now, which makes me really excited knowing my child is growing inside her.
During these five months, I've made a few changes in the house making it child friendly. I've moved my gym equipment downstairs, and now my old gym room will be transferred to the baby's nursery room. While my realtionship with Maya is good right now, but she's still reluctant. I know I should come clean with her, we're having a baby, and our child deserves a happy home. There are times when she falls quiet and won't look at me because I know there is a small part of her that believes I'm hiding something and not being honest with her. But until I'm just waiting for right time.
"Jhanish?" Maya knockes the office door before opening it.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"N-no, no nothing like that, i just came to call you. Let's go to bed."
I sigh in relife. "No sweetheart, you go and rest, I've conference call in thirty minutes."
She stared at me. "Is waqt? Raat ke 12.30 baje?"
(Right now? At midnight 12.30?)
"I've meeting with foreign investors, it will take time." I avoid her eyes for what I'm going to tell her next. "Sweetheart, I'll be gone early in the morning."
"Early morning? You mean office?"
I shake my head. "No, I'm going to Udaipur."
"And you won't tell me why? Because it's nothing I should worry about."
I glance up at her, in the moonlight and with her pregnancy glow she looks breathtaking. Her amber eyes looks sad, which is punch to gut. "It's just for work purpose. I'll be back in day."
She stares at me, breathing audibly. Looking as if she's only controlling herself through a great deal of willpower, she says. "You know what, Just...do whatever you want, I'm tired of your secrecy and lies. It's clear you won't share more than these."
I look at her beautiful face. I look at her beautiful eyes. I think of all the ways my lies and thing I'm hiding from her. I really don't want her to worry about things. And while she's right about everything, I don't want her to think about me anything less. I just don't want her__
I startled by the loud voice of the door slamming. I sigh, running my hand through my hair. Now I'm alone, wondering if I've just signed my death warrant. You never know what a angry wife can do, who's pregnant and her mood swings are all over the place. Fuck, few days ago she cried hard because all her clothes are now doesn't fit her. Just last night she was shouting at me because she was craving ice cream and I was a little late buying it, and then she was not in mood for ice cream.
God fucking damn it!
I jump and run out of my office to our bedroom. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant..... Listen to me...."
