THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

35~ Cricket or Chick?

Later in the night, Monica was feeling bored. She was sitting beside Eshaan on the couch, but he was more interested in watching the cricket match rather than paying attention to her. She yawned for the tenth time and glared at him. He had leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs, but his eyes glued to the screen. Monica was getting agitated.

'Wine?' She asked brightly.

'Yeah, whatever.' Eshaan replied not looking at her. She pressed her lips tightly and got up.

She walked towards the cabinet and picked a bottle and two glasses. She walked up to him and placed everything on the coffee table. She looked up at Eshaan, he was still staring at the TV screen. Monica rolled her eyes. She walked into the kitchen and took out an ice tray.

Purposefully, she stood in front of him and bend. She knew he will look at her and get tempted. Then, she will show him attitude. A smirk appeared on her lips. Slowly, she began dropping the ice-cubes into their glass of wine.

'Arey, Monica. Please move na.' He sounded irritated, - 'you are blocking the view.' He said stretching his neck and trying to see the TV. Monica's jaw dropped.

'That's it.' She slammed the glass hard on the table. Eshaan doesn't even flinch. She fumed looking at him. She continued to look at him for a while.

'I am going.' She said angrily and extended her hand. She grabbed her handbag from beside him.

'Hey, Monica.' Eshaan called. Finally, he looked at her. She looked at him and folded her arms.

'So, now, you noticed me?' She raised her eyebrow. Eshaan made a helpless face. He stood up and walked up to her.

'Please understand. It's India's match. Please.' He requested her. Monica sighed rolling her eyes.

'You are taking me for granted.'

'No, I am not.' – Eshaan held her face and gazed into her eyes, - 'I am not.' He said seriously. Monica stared into his eyes for a moment before taking a step back.

'Okay. I am waiting for you in the room.' She said dropping the bag on the sofa. She was about to leave when Eshaan held her hand.

'Please sit with me, and there is,' -He gestured towards the glasses, - 'wine too.' He held her shoulder.

Monica shrugged his hand away, - 'I don't want to watch the silly match.' She turned but he held her hand.

'Not even with me?' Eshaan tugged her hand. He smiled at her, but she maintained a grumpy face. Holding her hand, he took her towards the sofa. He sat on the sofa and looked at her.

'Come, sit.' He patted his thigh with his free hand, - 'I don't want you to sit away from me.' He said with a sly smile. Monica sighed and sat on his right thigh. Eshaan kept looking at her as she picked up the glasses.

'Thank you.' Eshaan said taking the glass from her. He leaned and kissed her shoulder. Monica took a sip of the wine and turned her head to look at the TV screen. An ad break was going on. Oh, so that is why suddenly, he was giving me attention- She thought bitterly.

Eshaan held her waist and continued to look at the screen. Monica exhaled loudly.

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After a while, Monica's phone beeped. She got down Eshaan's lap and sat beside him. He looked at her for a moment before looking back at the TV screen. Monica checked her phone. There was a message from Kabir.

Monica looked at Eshaan and shifted in her place, - 'Eshaan? One minute.' She said. Eshaan nodded not looking at her. Monica sighed and got up.

She hurried to his room and closed the door. She unlocked her phone and walked towards the bed.