Heartless Billionaire ✔

12. Captured

Dev

It was already ten and my schedule for the day wasn't complete. I was giving final look to the papers for the next business meet but my mind wandered to that small white piece of paper I found on my diary after the conference today.

I ended up my speech to IIM students and walked on the backstage to pick up my things and I don't why I thought taking a look at my things when my eyes spotted the paper poking out of the inside of the diary.

I pulled out that page. My eyes widened reading what was inside the paper which was a printed with red ink. It was weird but more was this written Inside : You want her? Come on Neraman Hotel.

Throwing that paper and making myself believe that it was some waste caught Inside my diary by mistake. Still I couldn't forget that. Who the hell was her?

As my mind wasn't giving way so I thought of trying to work at home. My stomach was rumbling and I needed to fill it so after getting fresh, I headed to kitchen. Part of me was actually craving for the delicious food she cooked. I was quite embarrassed as to how I acted about it and now was eating everyday.

Good part was that she didn't say anything but her face glowed when she watched me eating. I don't what kind of woman she was that she loved his devilish husband eating and talking? I put myself in her place and it occurred to me that once I was kind of in the relatable situation and I was all opposite.

My girlfriend or love of my life as I thought her turned out to be a fucking selfish woman. She knew her business was going to suffer and so thought I was her hand to stand up when she fell.

That day I broke up when I heard her talk to someone that she didn't love me and couldn't stand my anger, my ego, my problems, overall me and it was all because she had to have a source to get back into this competitive world.

She was the woman for whom once my heart beat. But now thought of her always reminded me that woman had this big power to manipulate men and make them believe that we are their life.

I shook her away and scavenged for food. There was mashed spiced potatoes, rice, mutter paneer and her specialized dish, gajar halwa. I couldn't stop to fill my plate and eat all of it.

I was eating when I remembered she called me 'bear.' I smiled a bit thinking of it. I never heard any curse word for me. She just said whatever she felt after I hurt her, with her puffed red eyes and cheek not keeping her salt water flowing down. Then next day she would be so new and determined for getting her life better. In the early days it annoyed me seeing her like that and so I yelled and cursed her to lower the hope for good. But recently she started to ignite love and hope in my life.