WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 38

Sorry guys! Couldn't update yesterday as I was back from a long road trip and was too tired to update..

Bhumi's POV!

Aryamann is in Bangalore with his brothers. They left two days ago, and he hasn't even bothered to drop a text message yet.

Ansh went to Pune from there for some business matters.

How rude!

Couldn't he just come back to Mumbai to spend some quality time with me? After all, we have been apart for eight long years.

And Jai. I have no idea where he is. The last I saw him was the night before my wedding. Though he said he would be there for the wedding, he didn't show up. I haven't seen or heard from him since.

Couldn't he at least send a text message saying that he is fine and doing well?

And poor little me is sitting all alone in this giant mansion doing nothing.

It's around six in the evening, and I have nothing to do since I got fired from the café and hired to do a project with Aryamann. And for some unknown reason, he doesn't want me there for the project either.

What is even happening around me?

"So what, Bhumi? What if you are alone? You have been alone for the better part of your life. And you did survive, didn't you?" My subconscious mind asked me, and I had to agree to it.

Since when did I become so needy?

"Just do what you always do when you feel alone," I told myself.

I took the paperback of the novel I bought recently.

It's about an Italian Duke falling in love with an English woman.

Ha! I have an addiction to these Harlequin series. The sexy romantic heroes, who have it all: wealth, status, incredibly good looks. Everything but the right woman.

Isn't that exciting?

I was halfway through the book when I heard a knock on the bedroom door. I groaned, as I hate it when someone disturbs me when I am reading.

"Coming!" I called out and opened the door to see Aditi standing there in a black halter neck tight-fitting dress reaching her knees.

She looked absolutely gorgeous.

The gorgeous gene seems to be abundantly given to the Mehrotra family.

"Hey, Aditi. Come in, come in," I said, and she walked past me straight to my bed.

"I heard that you have been cooped up in the house for two days," she said, and I groaned.

"Tell me about it. Your darling brother had me fired from the café and asked me to work with him on a project. And he himself left for Bangalore. I am going crazy doing nothing. I am not used to sitting idle," I said, and she chuckled.

"Why worry when Aditi is here? I have the perfect solution for your problem. Get ready, darling, we are going for a party," she said excitedly.

"Party? Is it someone's birthday? But I don't know your friends, Aditi. How can I come?" I asked hesitantly.

"It is not a birthday party, Bhumi. It is a college party. You know? The rich college kids, who have too much pocket money that they don't know how to spend it. They arrange such parties so that we can go and enjoy," she said.

"I know what a college party is," I said defensively.

"Have you attended any party before?" Aditi asked in confusion.