𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 8

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Nikshant pov:

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was my wife, who was clinging to me like a koala, her head resting on my chest, her legs tangled with mine, and her hand entangled in my torso. An unknown feeling rushed through my veins, but I quickly shrugged off that strange feeling.

You can't feel anything for her.

You just hate her.

I moved her hands and legs aside and placed her head on the pillow. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, I came out of the bathroom and went to the closet. I put on a business suit and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie. After adjusting my tie, I looked at her, who was still sleeping, and then left the room.

I moved towards the kitchen and made a black coffee for myself. After drinking the coffee, I left the house and sat in my car. The driver started the car and we headed towards my office. I switched on my phone and saw a message from Danish.

Danish:

'Sir, your meeting with Mr. Sachdeva is at 1 pm in his office.'

I saw his message and switched off my phone, keeping it in my pocket. There were many things roaming in my mind, but I didn't have any answers. The only person who can tell me is Karanveer Sachdeva.

Everyone says that curiosity kills people.

And this is happening to me.

I just wanted to meet Mr. Sachdeva and find out the reason for Aaravi's panic attacks.

"Sir, we have reached the office," Mukesh, my driver, said respectfully.

I snapped out of my thoughts, got out of the car, and moved towards my office. After entering the office, I went to my floor using the private elevator and entered my cabin, sitting down in my chair. But I couldn't stop thinking about Aaravi. I let out a deep sigh, trying to concentrate on my work, but I couldn't focus.

I know I'm fucked up.

Very fucked up.

I took out my phone and thought of calling Aaravi, but then I realized I didn't have her number.

Fuck  you, Nikshant Roy Kapoor.

You can't even get a number.

I dialed Danish's number, and he picked up after one ring.

"Good morning, sir. What do you need? Sir, you don't have any meetings today except with Mr. Sachdeva," That moron can't keep quiet.

"Shut up, Danish, and let me speak," I said in an irritated voice.