My Cheating Husband's Boss (girl x girl | desi | 16+)

#19 - Knight In Shining Armour

"Jiya? You there?" Meher asked.

Jiya wept, her hitched breath stuck in her throat.

"Jiya? Are you okay?"

"N-no,"

"What's wrong?"

As Jiya gasped for air, her lungs desperate for the air that had been knocked out, her shaky arm glued her phone to her ear, "Please get me out of here,"

"Where are you right now?" Meher's face tensed.

"H-home."

"Should I call the police? Should I come?"

"No,"

"Jiya ... Please tell me what's wrong."

"Could you just ... just pick me up? Please? I really need to get out of here."

"Yep." Meher assured. "I'll be there in the parking lot of your building in exactly fifteen minutes. Okay? Hold on,"

"Okay,"

* * *

"Jiya?" Jiya heard Arin. 

She had nothing but her phone on her. She took slow, heavy steps towards the main entrance of their house. Her gaze was fixed forward. Her shoulders weren't slouch. She avoided all eye-contact with Arin.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Jiya didn't turn her face to even look at him. She saw Kanak's crestfallen face through the corner of her eye.

Don't cry, Jiya. Don't let him see how much he has affected you. How much his words felt like he'd stepped on your heart and crushed it with his feet. 

Or how his actions felt like a thousand merciless cuts on your unsuspecting, trusting soul.

Jiya walked through the main door, tears gushing down her face. She clutched a phone with one hand, the sheer red dupatta barely clinging to her shoulder. Jiya used the other end to wipe her tears. Her facade was crumbling.

"At least take your stuff with you," He snorted.

For a moment, she wondered if she should answer Arin. A moment later, she was gone, wordlessly. Jiya slammed the door behind her.

Perhaps, for the last time.

* * *

In the parking lot, bright headlights of a car blinded Jiya. She was surrounded by walls washed with a bright yellow and VISITORS PARKING written across one of them in bold black paint. 

A stunning black McLaren GT revved to life in front of Jiya's eyes, her jaw dropping to the floor. She gazed at its streamlined body, designed to smoothly cut through air, the arches of the bonnet angled perfectly to glide towards the frontside - towards its bright white lights. The GT's cuts gave it a stupendous look. 

It probably costed more than most of Jiya's vital organs combined.

A tall black silhouette sitting in the driver's seat caught Jiya's attention. Her body relaxed as she  saw Meher's face more closely.

The door to the McLaren GT opened.

"Get in,"

Jiya sat daintily, bringing her legs closer to her. The interior looked classy and stylish. A faint, pleasant smell engulfed Jiya.

Meher leaned closer to Jiya, a smell of a mix of cigarettes and a strong musk replacing it. Her heart leapt in her chest as she realised how close Meher's face was.

Meher shut the door, relaxing back into place.

Oh, she was just trying to close the door. Jiya had panicked for no reason.