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

#22 - Fuzzy Feelings

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It had been over a week since Jiya had moved into Meher's luxurious mansion. She was slowly getting used to waking up much later than usual, helping Sumedha around the house despite the latter's protests, and slowly coming to terms with her new reality.

"Breakfast is ready, Jiya ma'am," Sumedha knocked on the door.

Jiya rolled out of her soft comforter, yawning.

"Is Meher sitting at the table?" Jiya asked.

"Yeah," Sumedha replied.

This had become a routine question.

"Okay, let me know when she leaves," 

Jiya heard a soft sigh on the other side of the door, "Okay ma'am."

When Jiya sat at the empty dining table a few minutes later, Sumedha was filling her glass with orange juice. Their attention was drawn by the sound of quick footsteps getting louder and louder.

Meher suddenly appeared through the door, looking slightly out of place. 

"I have forgotten my keys," She said, running her hand through her dark hair.

Meher's hazel-brown eyes made momentary contact with Jiya's darker ones. They looked into each other's eyes for a solid moment before Jiya awkwardly averted her gaze, feeling the pace of her heart beat quicken.

Despite looking away, she could feel Meher practically staring daggers at her. 

"Sumedha, can you ask Jiya what I've done to deserve her avoidance?" Meher asked loudly while staring at her.

This definitely startled Jiya a little. Up until so far, this had been an unspoken understanding between Jiya and Meher that Jiya would pretend that Meher was invisible every time she'd walked into a room with Meher present. It was almost a fervent attempt at keeping her newfound feelings in check and not let this saga proceed any further.

She felt called out. Meher had set fire to their cold war.

Jiya stared at her food and waited for Meher to leave, her lips pursed and her temples red hot.

Sumedha shot Jiya a curious look after she had left.

"Why don't you and ma'am talk to each other directly? Why do I have to play messenger between you both?"

"It's best that we interact as little as possible," Jiya said curtly.

"Why?"

'Because I'm starting to have all these fuzzy feelings for this woman that I've probably never felt so intensely for anyone else!' Jiya wanted to yell, but she chose to be silent instead.

* * *

It was around four in the afternoon when Jiya's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jiya?"

Jiya pressed the phone to her ear, "Who is this?"

"Oh come on, stop playing dumb. You know who it is, Jiya," 

"What do you want now, Arin?" She asked bitterly.

"I heard you're living in Meher's mansion, huh?" He scoffed, "You're the reason my reputation has gone to the fucking dogs, you whore! Couldn't you keep your little mouth shut about our situation? My boss sacked me and Kanak because of you! Die, slut!"