𝐂𝐇𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞| 𝟏𝟖+ [Extended Ver.]

𝟑. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 & 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Chhavi's eyes darted around in desperation, scanning the sea of faces painted in hues. Who had pulled her out so abruptly? She massaged her arm which was still throbbing from the earlier tug.

She took a deep breath as she tried to steady herself.

Whoever it was had vanished, leaving her alone with only the mysterious note and the rose.

That unknown I suppose...

She glanced down at the crisp and the blue rose having delicate petals which were now decorated with sprinkles of gulaal.

Examining the rose for a moment, her brow furrowed as a wave of anger surged through her. Without a second thought, she tossed the flower aside, watching as it landed in the dust as people stepped on it, ruining it unknowingly.

She read the address scribbled on the note knitting her eyebrows together in confusion. Raising her head, her eyes scanned the buildings, searching for the apartment mentioned on the paper. The second she spotted it, without wasting another moment, she stomped toward the entrance. anger simmered just beneath her skin.

She briskly climbed up the stairs which houses her husband's mistress as per the unknown source. Her body trembled violently, threatening to explode at any moment. The constant, throbbing headache pulsed in sync with her growing anger, making her head spin in aggravation.

As soon as she reached the door of the flat, she didn't pause to breathe or prepare herself yet in that fraction of second she felt millions of thoughts flood her mind.

Will her denial finally turn into acceptance? Will she be able to take it? Finally, she was an inch away from the truth which she was kept hidden from for God knows how many year.

Her anger surged, overriding any hesitation. With trembling hands, she slammed the door open which thudded against the wall with a loud bang echoing through the hallway.

The noise startled the inhabitants standing in the corridor but she didn't care. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as her eyes scanned the room, searching for the woman her husband had chosen over her.

But all she saw was her husband, casually seated, engaged in conversation with a middle-aged man over a cup of tea.

The sight caught her off guard. This wasn't what she had expected.

Her husband glanced up, his eyes widening in surprise at her sudden and dramatic entrance but he didn't rise. He just voiced in shock.

"Chhavi, sweetheart, what're you doing here?"

The middle-aged man, clearly perplexed, turned his gaze toward her, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing in her mind.

For a moment, everything around her froze. What was happening? Where was the woman? Had she been wrong all along?

"Where is she?"

She demanded, her eyes burning into him.

She chose not to give up.

Her husband blinked, taken aback by the venom in her tone. He leaned back casually in his seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Who, sweetheart?"

He asked with feigned innocence.

Chhavi's fists clenched at her sides as his smooth confident voice reached her eardrums like oil over water.

"The woman," she hissed, stepping closer, her voice trembling with both hurt and fury. "The one you're hiding. Where is she?"

"Sweetheart, this is Mr. Singh and I'm here to discuss a project with him. Please, don't create a scene, hmm?"