WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 35

Aryamann's POV:

I hurried up the stairs, cursing the estate agent who wasted my time for no particular reason. All my plans went south the second the estate agent took me to a place farther away from where I had thought.

And now I am late. I hadn't gotten a chance to meet Bhumi before going out. And what would she be thinking now? That I had walked out! No way in hell would I let her think that.

As I hurried towards the operation theatre, I found the hunched figure of Bhumi, and my heart ached.

"Bhumi," I called out softly.

The look she threw my way was icy.

"Bhumi, I am so sorry. I got caught up-"

"It doesn't matter. You could have just informed me that you have work to manage. I would have stayed here," Bhumi said in a cold tone.

Damn it! She was warming up to me and now we are back to square one.

"Listen. It is not what you think-"

"I really don't care, Aryamann. And you don't have to stay here either. You can leave to do whatever work that is important," she said icily.

"Damn it, Bhumi. I am not going anywhere," I snapped at her, and she simply shrugged, saying that it doesn't matter to her either way.

It was a long procedure and while we waited there outside the surgery room, I went down the memory lane once again..

PAST

Aryamann's POV:

"Do not worry, Lekha di. I will take care of this. Trust me, di," I heard Bhumi talking to her sister on the phone.

I have no idea who this sister is. Or any of her family for that matter.

It has been more than six months since we got married. We get along pretty well, other than the usual banter we engage ourselves in.

It is impossible not to have an argument a day when the other person involved is Bhumika Basu Mehrotra.

I tried to fight the smile forming on my lips. No one could ever accuse her of not being an everlasting source of challenge.

If I point towards the sky and say it looks blue, she would, given the right mood, argue that it was yellow and she would continue arguing until I agree to it or until she gets bored and abandons the conversation altogether.

And as for her family, it remains a mystery.

She keeps changing the subject whenever I ask anything about her family.

I could easily get a private investigator and gather information about her background, but I don't want to do that just for her to accuse me of breaching her privacy later on.

Everything has been going pretty well so far.

And I have tried my best to keep my hands to myself ever since that last kiss on our honeymoon.

Because I don't trust myself to stop, if I touch her again. Which has led me to thousands of cold showers during the last few months.

It is a miracle that I haven't yet caught a cold due to my cold showers during midnight.

"Bhumi," I called out, and she immediately hung up the phone and looked at me in horror, wondering how long I had been listening to her conversation.

What is she hiding from me?

Why doesn't she trust me?

"Aryamann," she breathed out, still in shock.

"Don't worry, whatever secret you were talking about, I didn't hear a word," I said, rolling my eyes, and she released a breath in relief, which simply increased my suspicion.