THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

3~ A Restless Mind and A Lazy Sunday

Eshaan walked with Kabir and Kavita out of the venue but he kept looking around. He hoped he sees the mysterious Monica again. Kabir got suspicious as they walked through the parking lot. He inquired if everything was alright and Eshaan replied in affirmative. Even Kavita got slightly worried but Eshaan assured her everything was fine. After that, he stopped fidgeting around. They reached the posh Royal Royce. Kabir walked around the car while Eshaan opened the back door for Kavita. She smiled at him and got into the car. The driver also got into his seat. Kabir ignored Eshaan but Kavita waved at him. Eshaan waved back. He took a step back and tugged his palms into his trouser pants and watched the car speed away.

After the car had disappeared Eshaan sighed and turned around. He walked towards the area where he had parked his car. He stopped in front of a white Mercedes and took out his car key. He unlocked the car and it beeped. Eshaan sighed and walked to the driver's seat. He opened the door and sat inside. He ignited the engine and drove out of the parking lot. All the while his mind pre-occupied.

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Eshaan parked his car in the parking lot of his building. Even though Eshaan was getting decent pay but he preferred the simple life. Yet living in a two BHK apartment in Mumbai wasn't easy especially for the pocket. He was grateful for Kabir's generosity. But everything comes at a price especially when it is something to do with Kabir. He was one of the most selfish men Eshaan encountered in his life. Even Eshaan himself was selfish but not cruel as Kabir.

Eshaan unlocked the door and entered his apartment. He closed the door behind him and untied his shoes. As he bent to pick up his shoes a tissue paper fell from his pocket. He smiled picking it up. Still, her strong perfume lingered on the piece of fragile paper. He hadn't smelt it back at the bar because he didn't want to look creepy. But now when he was alone, he brought the tissue paper to his nose and inhaled her scent.

'Wonderful.' Just like the aura around her, and her beautiful legs even her fragrance aroused him.

He placed his shoes on the shoe rack and straightened. Removing his coat, he hung it on the hanger pressed to the wall. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into the room and removed his car keys and mobile from his pocket and placed them on the table. Then, he removed his shirt and walked towards the laundry bag which was placed in one corner of the room. He tossed his shirt into the basket and unbuckled his pants. Tossed them inside as well. Eshaan massaged the back of his neck as he walked towards the wardrobe. He took out his shorts and closed the door.

After freshening up, he wore his shorts and walked out of the bathroom. The bathroom was inbuilt in his bedroom. The building might not look posh but inside the rooms are spacious. In Eshaan's room, there was a Queen-sized bed with a huge wooden bedpost. It had beautiful delicate designs done on it. There were a long night lamp and two-bed side table beside the bed.

A dressing table facing the bed and a laundry bag under the window. Eshaan opened the curtains and stared out. For some reason, Monica's beautiful face swam before his eyes. Her gorgeous smile, her twinkling hazel eyes. Her skin was flawless, not even a blemish. Or perhaps that was make-up. Eshaan sighed deeply. Then, he turned around and walked towards the dressing table. He picked up his phone and skimmed through the contacts. He paused on her name. He debated in his head as his thumb hovered over the call option. But he decided otherwise and exited the contacts.

Tomorrow was Sunday and so he can relax whole day, maybe he will call her tomorrow. Hopefully, they could meet. He smiled at the thought. He sat on the bed, his mind still restless. A small two-minute meeting did this to him, he wondered what would happen if he met her for a longer time. Eshaan shook his head and climbed on the bed. He lay on the bed and pulled the duvet till his chest. He moved his arm back and rested his head on it. He blinked at the ceiling watching the ceiling fan rotating at full speed and sighed.