WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 18

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Bhumi's POV!

"I didn't know Aryamann could be really possessive. I thought he didn't have a single jealous bone in him," Jai said in a monotonous voice, his knuckles turning white due to his death grip on the steering wheel.

"Of course, he is possessive. After all, I am his fiancée, and you must know him enough to conclude that he doesn't like sharing," I said jokingly.

"Of course," he said.

Aryamann put up a show in front of J to make the relationship look more real. I can understand that. What I don't understand is why Jai is behaving oddly in response to that.

"Are you alright? Anything wrong?" I asked.

"No. Nothing. I was really worried when I couldn't find you anywhere. Now that I found you, I am perfectly fine," he said, flashing a grin at me.

He drove silently for the rest of our journey.

But I was caught up in my thoughts. About what all happened today.

The Mehrotra family is not like what the tabloids portray.

All of them loved me. And I couldn't help but feel guilty about cheating them. How could Aryamann do this to his own family? Doesn't he feel a tiny bit of remorse?

And Aryamann!

Why do I always have mixed feelings where he is concerned?

Why do I lose control when he touches me?

What happened in the kitchen today shouldn't have happened. Why did I let it happen?

And how can I enjoy the touch of a man I don't even like?

It felt like I was set on fire when he touched me. When his roughened hands caressed my bare skin around the waist! Goodness, even thinking about it is giving me goosebumps.

And when his mouth touched my shoulder blade...

Okay! Stop right there, Bhumi Basu!

Whatever happened today was a mistake.

Instead of thinking about his touch, you should remember what a manipulative basta*d he is.

He fooled me. He fooled me with that contract.

How could I sign it without reading the entire content? Where was my brain?

"Bhumi? Are you alright?" I broke out of my thoughts when J asked with concern on his face.

"Yes, yes. I am absolutely alright. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked with an extra cheerful chuckle.

"You were blushing a while ago, and then suddenly you started looking furious. I just got confused with your changing expressions," J said and I smiled sheepishly.

"It's nothing, J. I was thinking about something. Nothing important though," I said, waving my hand dismissively.

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"Don't touch that. They are not for you, Bhumi," Arohi said, swatting my hands away from the cupcakes she was packing.

"It won't hurt anyone if I just have one," I said with a pout.

"If I let you have one, then you will be wanting another one. No thanks," she said, giving me her back off look.

It's the weekend, and the whole day I spent with the kids at a foster home nearby.

Sofia, the woman running the foster home, had fostered me for two years once. She was the closest I had to a mother after my own passed away. When she had to shift to Mumbai, I was heartbroken.