THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

33~ NRI Bff

'Kabir is such a ****ing b*****d.' Monica muttered angrily and turned page of a fashion magazine. She huffed seeing Sunaina's photo. She was wearing a flimsy swim suit and posing for a condom ad. Monice suppressed her smile and flipped another page.

Her phone rang, and she turned her head. She picked up her phone and glanced at the screen.

Eshaan calling!

For a second, Monica thought if she should answer his call. Kabir's words rang in her ear.

The phone kept ringing and Monica made a decision, - '**** Kabir.' She thought and was about to pick up the call, but it got cut. She clicked her tongue and pouted. Then, she thought it would be best to not tell him the good news on phone. Rather she would shock him by coming to the auditions tomorrow. Monica smiled imagining Eshaan's expressions.

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Eshaan thought Monica must be busy and so he didn't call her back. But he was worried about what had happened that Monica hurriedly left his apartment. He hadn't called her since then but by night time he couldn't stop himself to know about her.

He sighed and got up from the bed. He glanced at the clock, it was ten in the night. He hasn't had dinner yet. He scratched his butt over his boxers as he walked towards the kitchen.

Today, Kabir had left work early and so other employees also took an early break. Eshaan also decided to take work home. Coming home early, Eshaan changed into his boxers and had begun working.

Shumi had made chicken and Roti. Eshaan heated the food in the micro-oven and carried the plate to the dinner table. He sat and began eating silently. Then, his gaze fell to the side of the table where in the morning he and Monica were making out. He smiled recollecting their moment. Then, he began to miss her. Once again, he contemplated if he should call her again. But before he could decide his phone began ringing. He frowned picking it up. On its own accord, a smile appeared on Eshaan's face.

Jhanvi calling

Eshaan hurriedly finished eating and dropped the used plate into the sink and hurried to his room. Quickly, he wore a night robe over his boxers and sat back at the table. He opened his laptop then logged into skype and clicked on Jhanvi's contact. With each ring, he was feeling excited. It has been almost a month since they had last contacted each other.

Soon, Jhanvi's face popped up on screen. Eshaan smiled leaning in his seat.

'Hi.' Jhanvi waved from the other side. In this one month, Jhanvi had lost little weight but her bushy Spanish curls remained the same. And as usual, they covered half her face.

'Hi, Moti.' Eshaan waved at her. He chuckled on seeing her offended face.

'Hey, I have lost five kilos in this one month.' She said placing her hands on her hips.

'Why? Some stupid is coming to marry you.' He said and smiled. Jhanvi's mouth dropped open. She frowned at him.

'Hello! Why do you think a girl loses weight only for boys? Stop thinking like an MCP.' She said seriously. Eshaan raised his hands in defeat. After so long they were talking, and he didn't want to spend it arguing with her.

'Waise,' – She twirled the edge of her curl with her finger, - 'My parents are insisting I get married.'

'Wow! That is great.' - Eshaan exclaimed and then added, - 'I wonder who that Bechara will be.' He began chuckling. Jhanvi's expressions changed but when Eshaan looked at her she forced a smile.