Hey guys,
Hope you all are doing good.
First of all, I'm really sorry for late update. I've been getting messeges from you guys asking about update. I'm really greatful for all the love and support, it's overwhelming. I do miss writing these days.
Last month I lost my nephew, he was just 11 years old. I'm still struggling with the fact that he's not with us anymore.
It's hard to focus on things right now, but I'll try my best to update real soon.
Here is the next chapter, hope you like it. Take care my friends, see you soon.
-Mishti. ♥️
The last week crawled by as I barely contained the need to strike out against Aparna. She is in India right now, I got her update from Lorenzo few days ago. But she hasn't reached out to Rishabh yet. And I'm going out of my mind waiting for her.
Aparna tried something she shouldn't, and now someone is going to pay for that, I have plans for her, now I'm biding my time, letting the suspense build. There's so much satisfaction playing with Aparna's mind, to let her wallow in the stress and anticipation for a few more days.
I sip the black coffee from the mug in my hand, i lean back on the chair in my home office and catching up on the work and emails from my laptop. It's Sunday and I'm home. I stop my fingers on keyboard and stare at the open office door. Maya said she has lunch date with her friends and then she's going out for shopping. Now that I think, the house is really quiet and I can't hear her faint voice from downstairs when she talks with the house staff.
The phone on my desk buzzes and I tear my gaze from the door. A grin spreads slowly across my face as I read Rishabh's text.
Rishabh: I just reached at Alibaug.
Me: any update?
Rishabh: I got email from unknown address. I'll let you know when I had something.
Me: Farad will be there in a day. Keep your phone on.
Rishabh: I know. Talk to you later.
I set the mug down on the desk, and walk towards my bedroom. When I enter my room I stop in my tracks and look around the room. It's look like tornado of clothes has arrived here. I can see the piles of clothes on the bed, on the floor but, where is my wife?
"Sweetheart?" I call out.
"Kya hai?" She shouts, her voice is coming from inside of the walk-in-closet.
(What?)
"Uh..huh, kya baat hai? Kyun itna gussa? Maine kya kiya__" I still, when I saw her. There stood my wife in her purple lace bra and jeans, and buttons of her jeans are open and I can see her same color lace panties. Jeans which looks too tight on her skin, but fucking sexy. My dick likes what I'm seeing and it hardened in a second. She has no idea how far gone I am for her. How devastatingly ruined I am.
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