" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice.
" No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan.
" Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly...
I walked into the empty house, feeling a pang of sadness. I had hoped someone would be home, especially Vihaan. But the silence greeted me instead. Disappointment washed over me as I walked to my room. Maybe I'd find some solace in solitude.
As I entered my room, I saw a huge box on my bed. My heart skipped a beat. The box was from Minaj, my personal designer! Excitement replaced my sadness. I rushed to the bed and lifted the lid.
Oh, my goodness! The dress inside took my breath away. Blood-red, sleek, and stunning. Minaj had outdone himself. I gently lifted the dress, admiring its intricate craftsmanship. It was perfect.
Then, I saw a small note attached to the dress. My heart fluttered as I recognized Vihaan's handwriting. "Wear this now. - V" Simple, yet commanding. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest.
What's going on? Why did Vihaan send me this dress? Curiosity got the better of me.
I decided to pamper myself before slipping into the stunning dress. A warm bath would relax my muscles and calm my mind. I filled the tub with fragrant bubbles and soaked myself in its soothing warmth.
As I bathed, my thoughts drifted to Vihaan. Why did he send me this dress? What did he have planned? The questions swirled in my mind, but I pushed them aside, savouring the moment.
After my bath, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and walked to my closet. The blood-red dress hung enticingly, waiting for me. I slipped into it, feeling the silky fabric glide over my skin.
The fit was flawless, as always. Minaj knew my measurements perfectly. I adjusted the straps and smoothed the dress, admiring myself in the mirror.
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The transformation was striking. The dress accentuated my curves, making me feel confident and radiant. My hair cascaded down my back, and my eyes sparkled with anticipation.I applied light makeup, emphasizing my natural features and not forgetting my signature wing liner. A spritz of perfume, and I was ready.
Now, I waited. Vihaan's note said "now," but where was he? I glanced at my phone, no messages. The silence was suspenseful.
I took a deep breath, my heart beating faster. What did Vihaan have planned? And where would he take me?
I sat in the living room, my heart racing like a wild animal. I couldn't shake off the memories of last year's birthday disaster. Tonight was different, though. Vihaan's surprise had awakened a glimmer of hope within me.
As I waited, my thoughts swirled in a whirlpool of emotions. I felt vulnerable, and exposed. My heart yearned for Vihaan, despite his indifference. I longed to spend more time with him, even if it meant enduring his coldness.
A part of me wanted to give up on the divorce, run into his arms, and refuse to leave. I'd bear his hatred, his disdain, anything, as long as he was by my side. But would that truly make him happy?
