Eshaan Ranawat is an ambitious young man who has climbed ladders of success with his merit and by blandishing the boss Kabir Singhal. Eshaan is manipulative and a smooth talker making him irresistible. He is also dedicated and passionate towards his...
Guys, i have changed Deep's name to Kabir. I wasn't satisfied with the previous name. Sorry, for the inconvience.
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Kavita Calling... Kavita Calling....
Kabir groaned picking up his phone. He blinked at the screen and made a face.
'Who is it, sweetheart?' A young girl asked groggily from beside him.
'No one, darling.' Kabir put his phone on silent and placed it face down on the bedside table. He opened the top drawer of the bedside table and fished out a pack of cigarette. The girl sat beside him and held his bare arm. She rested her chin on his arm and watched him lit the cigarette.
'Darling. I was thinking-'
'You think.' Kabir joked blowing a puff into the air.
'Hey.' She slapped his arm. She sounded offended but Kabir couldn't care a less. The girl sighed and ran the tip of her finger from his elbow to the back of his palm.
'You aren't happy with that Auntyji. Then, leave her and come to me.' She said softly. Kabir looked sharply at her. The girl blinked at him.
'Are you mad?' Kabir jerked his arm from her grip and she looked startled. Agitated, he looked away and closed his eyes.
'But why? We love each other and-'
'Love?' Kabir looked at her with his eyebrow raised, - 'You are messed up. You and I are in a no-strings-attached relationship. I give you all the luxuries you want, and you give me physical pleasure. That's all.' He said angrily. The girl had tears in her eyes as she watched him wear his boxers and slip down the bed. She looked down and stared at her folded legs.
Kabir was in such a good mood when he had sex with his girlfriend last night and even today morning when he woke up he was in good spirits. But first, his wife disrupted his happiness and the rest was spoiled by Rose. Balancing two women at the same time is not easy. Kabir has mastered the art anyway.
He stood under the cold shower and stared at his feet. He sighed. When mistresses begin to demand rights of a wife it is time to let her go. Kabir hates letting go beautiful women, but he knew he must.
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He finished bathing and dried himself then he wore a towel around his waist and grabbed another towel. He placed it around his neck and walked out of the bathroom.
He entered the room and by this time, Rose was dressed in her white button-down summer dress. Her hair disheveled, her mascara and kohl-smudged and her lips swollen. She wiped her tears from the corner of her eyes and forced a smile. Kabir maintained a stern face as he walked towards her.
He held her shoulder and stared confidently into her eyes, - 'Rose. You are a wonderful woman. I enjoy your company and talking to you but,' -He sighed looking away momentarily, he felt Rose shift, then he looked up at her, - 'We are done.' He said and squeezed her shoulders.
Rose's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped, - 'But why?' Her voice cracked as she said and her lips trembled Kabir took a step back and turned. He wiped his hair with the towel as he walked towards the wardrobe.
'I am not answerable to you.' He said not looking at her.
'What do you mean? Kabir, we have spent six months together. None of it meant anything to you.' She walked angrily towards him. Kabir doesn't reply as he took out his clothes.
'You a whore, Kabir Singhal.' Rose said in anger. Kabir looked sharply at her. His eyes blazed with rage. He extended his hand and grabbed her throat. She gasped but he doesn't let go of her.
'You bloody slut is calling me a whore. Cheap woman. I can get thousands like you. You think you can intimidate me. I will destroy you.' He growled while tightening his grip on her neck. She chocked still he doesn't let go. Only when her face turned slightly blue he pushed her away. She stumbled backward and gasped loudly. She placed her palm on her chest as a gush of air rushed through her windpipe.
'Bloody whore calling me names. Get out and never show me your face again.' – He took a step closer and held her arm, he pulled her. Rose was still struggling to breathe.
'And, return the keys to the car and the apartment.' He jerked her hand away. Rose kept looking at him with tears in her eyes, her breath slowly returning to normal. Then Kabir walked to the bathroom with his clothes in his hand.
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Kavita felt disappointed as she placed down her phone on the coffee table. She sighed and looked front at the huge wall mounted curved TV. She wiped her tears with her fingers and folded her arms resting back on the sofa. Kavita had always been pampered with everything in her fingertips. Being the only child of a multi-billionaire has its own advantage. But it also comes with a huge disadvantage. For Kavita it was loneliness. Her mother had passed away at a young age and her father was busy building an empire of his own. Kavita was unlike her father. He was ambitious while she was someone who finds happiness in small things, mostly people. That is why young Kavita lost her heart to a middle-class Kabir Singhal who was no one back in College. He used to shower her with love and attention but now he too has joined the rat-race and doesn't have time for her. Once again, she was lonely.
Kavita leaned forward and picked up her phone again. She was disappointed seeing no reply or call back from her husband. She sighed and for a moment considered calling Eshaan. She bit her lips as her thumb hovered over his name in the contact list. Though she and Eshaan bonded well and he treated her nicely, he is an employee and she is his boss's wife. There is a line between them and she knew she shouldn't cross it. Besides, she doesn't want outsiders to know her personal problems.
Kavita placed her phone on the sofa beside her and sighed. She was all alone in the entire mansion except for few butlers minding their own business and the maid working in the kitchen. She looked down and fidgeted with her fingers. Tear brimmed in her eyes as she scratched her nail cuticles. Like always it will be a long wait for her husband.
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Oh, God! Doesn't Kabir boil your blood *punch* What are your thoughts on him? And Kavita *cries* *broken heart*
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