Officially mine [ MINE series book#1 ]

CHAPTER 13

Heer's pov:

The next morning was quite hectic as Ayaan and I were both busy managing our respective jobs. Ayaan was continuously on calls, and I had to go to university for a test. It was supposed to be held next week, but due to my request, I gave mine today. Our flight was scheduled in the evening, and we completed the packing together.

Our flight was relatively short, taking only about three hours to reach our destination. Upon arrival, a sleek black Mercedes awaited us, ready to take us  to our hotel. This was no ordinary hotel—it was a magnificent seven-star establishment. As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but gaze around in awe, feeling like a kid in a candy store.

An assistant greeted us and provided a tour of the hotel's impressive amenities. The range of activities left me speechless: from a fully equipped gym and luxurious spas to a grand restaurant and even a nightclub . Soon, we arrived at our presidential suite, one of the most spacious rooms in the hotel. The assistant handed Ayaan the key and bid us farewell as he left.

Ayaan opened the door, and as we stepped into the suite, it exceeded all my expectations. The room boasted a sophisticated grey and white theme. The first area featured a king-size bed facing the balcony, offering a breathtaking view. As I explored the room, I felt eyes on me and turned around to find Ayaan watching me with a weird expression.

Choosing to ignore him, I wandered towards the balcony. I inhaled deeply, completely captivated by the stunning scenery. A smile spread across my face as I took in the beauty around me. After lingering there for a while, I reentered the suite. The second area revealed a theater setup with a bar on the left side, stocked with all the food one could dream of.

When I stepped back into the room, I noticed Ayaan had already changed. He was engrossed in his phone, his face wearing that same frowning, stoic look. Feeling exhausted, I made my way to my suitcase, eager to change and get some rest.

As I opened my suitcase, my eyes widened. This was my suitcase—it was the same size and color and even had the same lock number. So why are my clothes...?

"Kya mera suitcase kisi ne change kiya hai?" I said, pointing towards my suitcase filled with lingerie and only formal dresses that are used to wear while going out.

"Huh?" he said as he raised his eyebrows, looking at me and then the suitcase. His frown deepened as he took in what was in the suitcase.

"Nahi, tumne to yeh khud pack kiya tha," he said, sitting up straight.

"Par maine to yeh pack hi nahi kiya, heck yeh to mere kapde hi nahi hai," I said, looking at him shocked.

"Par yeh phir—" he stopped his sentence in the middle as his eyes widened as if he realized something.

He took a deep sigh, "It must've been one of the idiots' doings."

"Your friends?" I asked.

"Probably Ishaan," he rubbed his face in frustration.

"So what should I wear right now? I have only dresses and this," I said, throwing lingerie aside.

"Wear something from inside. We'll—we'll go shopping tomorrow," he said, not making eye contact.

I skimmed through the suitcase to find something suitable.

I found a red nightdress. Well, this was more covered than the rest. I turned it around to find it backless. A groan left my mouth. GOD!! I'm going to kill Ishaan when I find him. I went towards the bathroom to change as I had no better options other than stiff dresses.

It has been fifteen minutes since I've been in the washroom. I can't muster up the courage to go out, not when I'm wearing a goddamn lingerie. I know he is my husband, but we don't have the ideal relationship.