Artful Deceit & Love

38. A way with words

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Uday's POV

Will it make me a twisted person if I confessed that I want to kiss her at this moment?

Is it wrong to say that I like this side of hers a lot...the one that goes against my every single word?

I wanted control and submission but here she is...she doesn't even listen to me without asking a question. She is like a nightmare for a man like me and yet I don't feel like giving up this beautiful nightmare.

She pushed at my chest and our eyes interlocked. Her fuming anger had toned down a little after seeing me hurt. She really hates me!

"I would have handled him... It was between us. You didn't have..." I held her arm, not caring if my grasp would cause her pain.

She winced slightly and glared up at me. See, she doesn't give up!

"I won't say this again...There is nothing between you both now. No us...nothing. You both are two different people who would never be together...not until I am alive!" I enunciated each word to convince myself that they would go into her thick skull.

Her eyes flared with disgust. She can feel this emotion for me for ever as she stays by my side for as long as we live.

"Do you think your mother would have liked the man you have turned out to be?" I stilled at her question. I knew she didn't want an answer, she just wanted to get under my skin. God, I have selected myself a devious wife!

She took this opportunity to jerk my hand away and spun around to leave.

I walked to the in house bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey. I stared out at the open area which had a swimming pool to the right.

I know I shouldn't have but...Ma would have hated me for this. You inherit not just DNA but also your family's personalities...

And I am turning out to be just like my Nana Sa. The man who I hate the most!

I lifted the drink but rather than bringing it up to my mouth, I poured it over the broken skin of my knuckles.

It burned but not as much as her words!

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Mridula's POV

I double checked the door to ensure that it was locked before I let myself break down. I don't ever want to cry in front of that man. It is not like I see crying as weakness but when you cry in front of someone that means you trust that person enough to show your vulnerability and I can never trust Uday Shekhawat!

You are just like the others...

I held my head in frustration as the words kept ringing in my ears.

I hate him...I hate him...I hate him!

I clenched the bedsheet in anger as my entire face warmed and I let myself cry.

He is the worst thing to happen to me. I wish I had never met him, never talked to him and never got caught between their rivalry.

My life was going well enough until him. I was at least not angry all the time but now, with him, I feel my blood boil just from the sight of him.

I wiped my tears and stood up in determination.

I cried. I let myself feel. Now, I have to keep going!

I have a case that I have to work on...and for that I have to get back.