WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 9

Bhumi's POV!

I reached back at my apartment around midnight. Arohi and Bani were chewing their nails in anxiety, probably wondering whether I would make it back or not.

How could they even doubt that? Has Bhumi Basu ever failed on a mission?

"Hey girls," I waved at them and threw the shirt onto Arohi's face, who so badly wanted this particular shirt.

"Where the hell were you, Bhumi?" Bani asked anxiously.

"Oh, come on, Baniie. You people sent me over there for this dare, and now you are asking me where I was?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at them.

"It's midnight, Basu. You left around nine in the evening. What took you three damn hours?" Arohi asked, tossing the shirt onto the couch as if it were nothing.

How dare she? I glared at her, and she ignored it.

"How could you just toss that shirt away, Arohi? It is the result of my hard work. Do you have any idea what I went through to get my hands on it?" I glared at her, and Arohi shrugged casually.

"Okay, now tell me what took you so long? We were worried, Bhumi," Bani asked in a worried tone.

"Uh oh. I got caught by Mr. Mehrotra," I said as I plopped myself onto the couch. They both looked at me in horror.

"What? How?? How did you even escape from there?" Arohi asked as she sat next to me.

And I explained everything that happened there. Every single thing, without skipping anything out.

Well, it was quite dramatic, and now when I think about the whole drama, I feel like laughing.

"OMG!! He really introduced you as his girlfriend?" Bani said after a dramatic pause.

"Well, yes," I said, taking a gulp of water from the bottle on the tea table.

"Why the hell did you give him my phone number, Bhumi?" Arohi shrieked, and I rolled my eyes.

That's the only thing she heard out of all that I said.

"Of course, Arohi, you have a crush on him. You have, ever since Daksh Mehrotra got married. Remember? That's why I gave him your number. So that I could set you up with him. Now tell me, aren't I the smartest?" I said, acting all excited.

"What the hell, Bhumi?" She cried in terror.

"Oh, relax, girl. I gave him your old number, which you are not using anymore," I said, and she sighed in relief.

"His family liked you?" Arohi asked curiously.

"Of course, yes. Well, it's not really their fault, though. I am too good to be disliked, aren't I?" I asked with a cheeky smile, and they rolled their eyes.

"How humble you are, Bhumi," Arohi said sarcastically.

"I am born humble," I retorted with an innocent smile.

"What if he finds you, Bhumi?" Bani asked in worry.

"Oh, come on, Baniie. Take a chill pill. I gave him all the fake details. Fake name, fake number, fake address. So he won't find me. Relax. And guess what?? He has better things to do," I said, desperately hoping so.

"Let's hope so, Bhumi. If he finds you, then you are dead," Bani said.

By now, you people might have gotten an idea about the three of us.

Bani is the sensible one among us. The mature one.

Arohi is the dramatic one.

And, obviously, I am the crazy weirdo.