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Rudra's pov.

My wife is in my room, looking around cluelessly. How do I know? I see it on the monitor. People don't put cameras in their bedroom but I do, because bedroom is the one place where everyone is most vulnerable.

This morning when I saw her in a blood red saree, face void of makeup, looking younger than she did during the wedding ceremony and talking to my bastard of a best friend, boiled my blood for no good reason.

She is still wearing the same saree and walking around the room, looking at everything with keen interest. I should've kept her in another room since this is not the most convenient type of marriage but that will make her too comfortable. I know she is still wary around me, she doesn't trust me at all, and she shouldn't. She goes stiff everytime I'm around her. Keeping her in the same room as me would be fun.

"You know you have this look on your face." Shreyansh says. He is sitting right in front of me across the table. He should be happy I didn't actually chop off his hands earlier.

"What look?" I ask even though I'm not at all interested in his analysis.

"Sadistic look." He says making me look up from the monitor. "You only get this look when we deal with certain types of people, don't tell me you are stashing your wife in that category."

I try to keep my hands to myself but everytime he talks to or about Naina something rears it's ugly head inside of me. He talked about my ex fiance all the time but it didn't happen then. What changed niw?

The girl. The girl changed.

"What do you have?" I ask dismissing his earlier comments. He rolls his eyes and pass the file across the table.

I open it and see a picture from a petrol pump. Hmm, my ex fiance who is apparently pregnant with another man's child. My wife thought she was smart enough to stash the letter her sister left her and the spare pregnancy kit in her bag, it was so easy to get my hands on once my men were inside their house.

"Shouldn't you let it go? focus on the one you have?" Shreyansh said.

"First of all stop talking to or about Naina, secondly, I am thinking about my wife otherwise why would I try to find her sister." I say as if I'm doing something noble. I'm not.

"We both know that's bullshit. You got what you wanted why do you still need to find her?"

"So I can drag her to her father and get the information I need from him."

I close the file. My father had his reasons, juvenile reasons, for this alliance. I, on the other hand have entirely different reason.

I look at the monitor and see Naina talking to someone on call, standing by the window and smiling. Now, who could it be?

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Naina's pov.

Rudra's room has dark interior, from walls to the bed, everything's dark. The room is like a suite in itself. There's a seating area by the entrance and then spacious room with a king size bed in the centre. There's a bathroom on the left and a walk in closet beside it.

There's a large window on the wall right across the bed and the view is nice, it's all greenery, large trees and only trees for as far as I can see. There's a small couch by the window facing the bed. Since the property around this entire area is owned by the oberoi's, no one can see inside the house.

My phone rings in my hand again, it's rishabh. This time I pick up the call, I can't avoid my friends forever.

"Hello rishabh."

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