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

𝟓. 𝐃𝐎 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄

AUTHOR'S POV

I need a divorce and your resignation from my father's company. Now.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!"

Vinesh's rage echoed as the car screeched on the road tumultuously against the road.

Misha came running down her apartment the moment she heard the tires screech.

Without uttering a word, she yanked open the door of the passenger seat and slipped into the seat besides him. Her hands immediately moved to the side of his shoulder to massage his tensed shoulder.

"That bitch wants a freaking divorce now!!!"

He roared slamming his fists against the steering wheel repeatedly. His entire face was red, dripping anger from its every cell.

Misha didn't flinch.

She cupped his face between her palms, forcing his wild eyes to meet hers.

"Vee, breathe. Think clearly. You cannot mess things up. You've-"

"She is messing things up. A bitch of a woman! I swear to god! I'd have killed her hadn't the papers been a problem!"

He snarled, trying to jerk away his face out of her grip but she forcefully tightened her grip, fixating his face just in front of her. Only she could tame him.

"Look at me."

She ordered and dabbed her eye lids in a slow, calming rhythm. Instantly his eyes softened. The muscles of his shoulders began to relax and the colour of his face started to return, gradually.

Slowly, she leaned in and brushed her lips against and without holding back even for a second, he wrapped his lips around hers.

He rage began melting like ice as he closed his eyes to feel her love seep through him.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled apart, gasping for air. Their breaths were heavy and the fire in Vinesh's eyes had cooled down, momentarily.

He heaved a sigh.

Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he explained.

"Misha, I've worked so hard to get where I'm now. And, at this point, I cannot let things get ruined."

"Could you not bring your daughter into this, Vee? She might have changed her mind..."

"I did that too!"

--

"God! Chhavi! We've a daughter for God sake!"

"Don't try to manipulate me, Vinesh. I won't fall for this. Not today. Never again!"

"Ten years, Chhavi...galat kar rahi ho, Chhavi."

--

"Well, gift it her, then. Throw it all in her face. We can finally marry if she divorces you."

"But the property, Misha. I-"

She traced her index finger on the curve of his lips to silence him up. A sly smile formed on her lips reflecting the sinister thoughts running in her mind.

"When the thorn graces your path, you rip the thorn off, Vinesh. Clean."

His hands slipped to her thighs, massaging them firmly as his eyes darkened. Without breaking the eye contact, he growled with the same intensity in his voice.

"And how exactly do we do that, Misha?"

She leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from his.

"By using the right connections at the right time, Vinesh."