WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 7

Aryamann' pov!

I was extremely frustrated and upset after my argument with dadi..

I came back to my mansion and asked all the securities and househelps to leave the place immediately.

I needed to be alone.

Why the hell do I even have these many securities in the first place?

No one in their sane mind would ever dare to step foot in my lair.

I spent the whole evening in the home bar. No, I am not drunk. I am still sober. Over the years I have developed a pretty good tolerance for alcohol.

Now all I need is a good night's sleep. It's not even my bedtime. But my head is throbbing and only a peaceful sleep could help.

Like you could sleep peacefully, my mind taunted me, which I decided to ignore.

I walked towards my bedroom and found the door open. I remember closing the door before going out in the morning.

And I am sure none of the househelps or securities would step into my room without my permission. They wouldn't even come into this area of the mansion when I am not around.

So, how is my bedroom door open?

I stepped into the room and I heard some shuffling sounds from my walk in closet.

I was immediately on alert.

I walked towards the closet and I saw a petite girl.

Wait?

What?

A girl?

In my room?

In my closet?

Is she a thief?

If she is, what is she doing in my bedroom, instead of going into the locker room where all the valuables are kept?

I went and stood behind her and her phone torch light was on. I saw that she is having a picture of mine on her phone screen and she is looking through my wardrobe with full concentration.

"What are you looking for?" I asked coldly.

"Ahh! I am looking for this red and black shirt of Mr Mehrotra," she said, shrugging.

Did she just shrug? As if this is an everyday thing for her.

Why the hell does she want my shirt? That too my favourite shirt?

I watched as she kept shuffling through my wardrobe without a care about the world.

Suddenly her hands came to a halt as if she came back to her senses.

She turned around and looked straight into my eyes.

She gulped looking at me.

Good. Seems like she is scared.

She should be.

How dare she enter my mansion without my permission. That too into my bedroom.

No one is allowed inside my bedroom.

But then I saw a ray of emotions flickering on her face, changing from fear to desperation to determination.

What the hell is going through that pretty little head of hers?

She suddenly turned around and started going through my stuff again and took the shirt in her hand.

Then she turned around and gave a cheeky smile.