WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 2

Bhumi's pov

"Look what mommy has won?" I asked my little boys, waving the flight tickets in front of them.

They both looked at the tickets with a disinterested stare and got back to playing with their building block set.

"We are going on a vacation, darlings," I again said and they looked outright bored at my enthusiastic screams.

Well, I am their mommy. I know how to get them on board.

"We are going to a beach side resort. There is a huge pool there. And you can also get into the sea for swimming, with the help of the swimming instructors," I said and a huge grin appeared on their identical faces.

They are water babies. They absolutely love water and swimming is their favourite pastime..

I figured it out early in their life. They used to enjoy their bath times a lot and used to create a ruckus when taken out of their little tubs.

That's when I realised that looks weren't the only thing that they inherited from their devilishly handsome father.

"Poooool," they screamed together and clapped their hands in excitement.

"Now, now, who is going to come help mommy in packing?" I asked, placing a finger on my chin.

"Me! Me! Me," they both screamed and ran to their bedroom, making me laugh.

My boys are so adorable!

Chennai! Here we come!

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Aryamann's pov!

"Yes. I am going to check in, Daksh. Yes, I did fly over to Chennai. I am at the resort now. I am not lying," I spoke to Daksh on the phone, rolling my eyes at his interrogation.

Daksh had all but packed me to Chennai, demanding I take a break. Ever since Bhumi left, I had concentrated on finding her and working more and more.

I refused to have free time.

Because any leisure time would bring forth the pain of loss and I was not able to handle it.

"Good evening, Mr Mehrotra. It is a pleasure to have you stay at our resort," the manager said with a bright smile and I simply nodded acknowledging him.

"Is my suite ready, Mr Kumar?" I asked, after reading his name from his name tag.

"Of course. Mr Mehrotra. The presidential suite is prepared for you. Hope you have a good stay. Please dial the room service if you need anything at all," the manager said.

As I was about to walk away, I heard the receptionist talking on the phone.

"Yes, Miss Basu. Right away. Please relax. I will send over someone to help quickly."

I froze as I heard the name Ms Basu.

Could it be?

No! There must be a hundred Ms Basus around the world.

But the heartbroken man in me couldn't walk away without confirming it once.

So I turned towards the receptionist.

"Excuse me, Miss. I heard you talking to one Miss Basu. May I know her full name, please?" I asked and the receptionist hesitated.

"I am sorry, Sir. But it is against the resort rules to give away the information of our clients." The receptionist said.