Long time No see

His pov

You know the feeling when everything is going great, but somewhere inside your heart, you know something bad is going to happen? That's what I'm feeling right now. I don't know why, but my heart is almost scared of something, and my senses are telling me that something is wrong.
I look around the hall and don't see my bambina. The last time I saw her, she was talking to her cousin Tanisha, but now she's not in my sight. I'm not feeling good about this. I stride towards Tanisha and ask her, "Where's Ana?" She looks at me in confusion and says,

"I don't know." Her answer irritates me, but I calm myself down and ask again,
"What do you mean? You were the last one she was talking to, and now she's nowhere." I keep my tone down. "Oh yes, she told me she was going to the washroom. But that was almost half an hour ago. She hasn't come back yet?"

she asks, but I am already making assumptions. "Did she run away?" God, I hope she didn't. Without giving any answers, I rush towards the ladies' restroom. I am shocked at the scene in front of me.

Her POV

I was enjoying my evening, but my intuition was telling me that something was going to happen. I ignored my intuition and met up with everyone. I was chatting with my friends and family and then I felt the need to pee, I excused myself and asked a waitress for directions to the restroom. I didn't know that someone was following me. I entered the restroom and saw that it was empty. It was almost creeping me out, as the route to the restroom was quite dark, and I hated the dark, plus I was alone. But I thought I was just overthinking and, moved on. I did my business and washed my hands. At the same time, a girl entered. I remembered her name was Tanya. For the first few minutes, she just looked at me, smirking.
I didn't react, and as I was about to exit, she stopped me. I looked at her and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want What you have right now," she said.
"What are you talking about?" I was confused.
"I want Ahaan," she said, smirking at me.
"Then have him," I smiled at her, almost laughing. Is this girl for real? She's asking for Ahaan like she's ordering a latte at a coffee shop. It was almost funny to see her face when she was talking.

"You bitch, are you laughing at me? I'm damn serious," she gritted her teeth, holding my arm in a tight grip. I felt anger but controlled myself and freed myself from her grip.
"Look, girl, what you're saying is absolute nonsense. He's my husband now, so stop saying things that only make you look stupid," I tried to explain to her calmly, but from her face, I could tell she wasn't the type to listen.
To my shock, she smiled mockingly at me.
"By the way, why are you in this marriage?" she asked.

I looked at her, confused, and she continued, "You know, I feel pity for you.
I know both you and Ahaan haven't been physical yet, but you know when Ahaan and I were in a relationship, we used to have sex every day. He used fucked me so well that I can't get him out of my head."

She twirled her hair strands while looking dreamily as if imagining the scenario. I felt anger burning inside me but still didn't say anything; I just wanted to get out of there.

"Just shut up," I said, trying to leave.

"Oh no! Not so fast, we haven't even gotten to the best part. Ahaan was always so dominating; he used to control me and fuck me like I was his slut. When we were dating, he used to fuck me day and night. The ecstasy I felt was out of this world. He would never fuck or love anyone like he did with me. You're just a pawn in his game. He's a businessman, right? He always used to play with minds to get what he wanted, and he's doing the same with you. But his heart always belongs to me. His body belongs to me, his hard rock..." Then before she could finish her sentence. I Slapped her so hard so hard that she fell on the ground from the force, such a weak little bitch, her ears went numb for a moment. All the anger I felt was in that slap, and I think it was worth it. Her face was red from my slap. The satisfaction I felt at that moment was immense, but I was still outraged by her words. I turned her around making her stand up and seethed,
"When I said shut up, I meant shut up." I was so angry. She held her cheek in pain while I continued, "The way you're talking about this proves how big a slut you are. You think you can say nonsense like this, and I will believe it?
God, girl, how delusional can you be? I thought you were from a good family, but the way you're talking about your sex life shows how much of a whore you are. Even if I believed you a little, in the end, Ahaan is my husband." I said putting pressure on "my" & smiled at her, but inside I was crying. I am not weak.

I held her arms and  looked into her eyes, deadly calm, and said, "Don't you ever dare come near my husband, or l won't hesitate to throttle you to death without feeling sorry." I smirked at her. I don't know what came over me; I had never acted like this before, even when people bullied me in the past. But look at me now, slapping some bitch because of my husband. God, I hate that man so much. Because of him, I'm becoming something I never thought I would.

I feel like this woman is bluffing, but some part of my brain wonders if she is telling the truth. I don't believe people easily, but I don't ignore things either. I like to investigate thoroughly, but I don't want to show her that I'm doubting my
"Husband" because, to the world, we are a loving couple. Even though I hate him, looking at the girl's reaction to my speech gives me satisfaction.

I don't know which part of her story is true or false because I don't know Ahaan. He was popular in school for his looks, and girls were head over heels for him, but I never heard rumours about him using girls for sex. But who knows what he did all these years? He is a billionaire; he has looks and money, he can get anything he wants. By the way, she talks about him being dominating, she might be right, plus she has known him since childhood.

I walked out of the restroom and saw Ahaan standing there. His face was emotionless as usual. The way he looked at the girl and then at me, I couldn't comprehend what he was thinking. I hope he didn't hear me, but from the way he was looking, I felt he could analyze the situation. I looked at him, and he smirked. God, why are all these people smirking? I was so furious.
Even though I took his side in front of that girl and acted strong, I was not strong. I also felt hurt when some girl came to me and said how my husband fucked her. I saw him smirking and felt hot tears burning in my eyes. I couldn't control myself and walked past him, leaving him alone. Without saying anything to anyone, I left the hall and told the driver to take me home.

"But ma'am, sir?" the driver asked.

"I said take me home, driver uncle, and if you don't want to, I will book a taxi.
You wait here for your sir," I said to him, my eyes burning with tears.

He hesitated but then agreed. "Okay, ma'am, I'll take you home. Going in some taxi will not be safe at this time," he said, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I didn't say anything and enjoyed the moment of silence. I opened the window, and the cold air blowing on my face calmed my nerves. I decided not to think about Ahaan or that girl. Also, I don't think I have any right to question him as I already told him that I hate him.
If I question him, he will think that I'm trying to be his wife even after I claimed not to be, or worse, he will think I'm jealous of that girl, which is not true. He will never understand how hurt I am.
Look at my bad luck: I can't even question him about his actions.

I reached his penthouse as I had nowhere else to go. If I went anywhere else, people would question me, and I'm not in the mood to answer their questions. I had some missed calls but ignored them. I opened the door of the penthouse and quickly turned on the light. I entered my room, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at myself, almost questioning what was so wrong with me that nobody liked me. Why am I never enough for someone? Old insecurities started creeping in. I realized how much weight I had lost, how little I ate, and how much makeup or skincare I did would never make me beautiful or enough for him. I stopped myself from crying more and started thinking that I hadn't informed anyone about my departure. What were Ahaan and the others doing now, and what will he do when he finds out I left the reception in the middle? God, he will be so angry, but this time, if he does anything, I will question him and see what he says.

I was so tired of all this makeup and the heavy dress, so I decided to change into more comfortable clothes and remove my makeup. I wore an oversized black T-shirt that I stole from Jason, which reached above my knees.
Underneath, I wore shorts that were not visible as the T-shirt was so oversized. I looked at my phone and saw everyone was calling me continuously, but now I wanted my peace, so I didn't call back.
To prevent them from worrying, I dropped a message to Shiv saying that I was home and not to worry.

I went to the kitchen, made myself a tea, and sipped it peacefully waiting for the hurricane to come & disturb my peace as I knew he came smashing the door open, looking super angry yet calm. I knew that I had to face him after I dropped that message but the way he is looking at me now, I fear for my life.

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