THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

38~ Chapter Closed

After Eshaan had stormed out of the house, Kabir walked into the room. By now, Monica had worn her dress and was sitting at the edge of the bed and tying her closed high heels. Kabir smirked and walked up to her. She looked dazed. He observed her for a while before sitting beside her.

'So,' – He placed his palm on her thigh and she stiffened, - 'what happened? Eshaan was so angry.' Kabir pretended to sound clueless. Monica turned her head and looked at him. Kabir noticed that she had washed her face. Even without make-up, she looked gorgeous.

'I don't know.' She replied looking away. She stood up and was about to go when Kabir held her hand. Monica closed her eyes tightly for a moment and pressed her lips. He stood up and hugged her from behind.

'Forget about him, sweetheart.' – He tugged her earlobe with his teeth, - 'Last night, my darling you were fire. Best sex of my life. And trust me I have had many.' He boasted and leaned. She shivered as he kissed her bare shoulder.

'You are a wildcat, Monica. Just how I like,' – He tilted his head and looked closely at her, - 'Feisty, passionate and sexy.' He ran his palm from side of her breast to her thigh.

I wish I could say the same about you – Monica thought in her head. Kabir was more experienced than Eshaan and so obviously he was better. Kabir knew exactly where to touch and kiss that will arouse a woman. It didn't take him much to drive Monica to the edge. He was swift, powerful and sensuous. Yet, Monica couldn't say last night's sex was the best sex of her life. It would have been if she hadn't had sex with Eshaan.

Eshaan's chapter is over, Monica. He has seen you in Kabir's bed and he hates you. End of the chapter. Now, focus on Kabir. Only Kabir – Her brain advised her.

Eshaan – Her heart called.

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Eshaan never felt his hurt, cheated and angry before. He fumed with rage as he entered his apartment. Slamming the door shut he walked into his room. Scenes of Monica from early today flashed before his eyes and he felt angrier. He stormed towards the window.

'ARGH!' He tossed the laundry bag angrily.

'**** that slut, Eshaan. Don't think about her.' Eshaan placed his palms on his hips. Angry tears pooled his eyes, but he doesn't stop them. He took deep breathes to compose himself and then walked towards the wardrobe. There were few of her casuals in his cupboard. He took them out and curled them together. He walked into the kitchen and took out a matchbox from one of the drawers. Angrily, he left his apartment.

He took the stairs to the terrace and dropped the clothes on the ground. Then, he lit a matchstick and threw it on the clothes. He lit another one, and another one and kept dropping the burning matchsticks. Soon, the clothes caught fire. He watched the fabrics being engulfed in frames.

Everything from their first meeting played in front of his eyes as though a film. Then, realization dawned on him. He smacked his head. Their first meeting, Monica leaving her scarf in his car on purpose. She hadn't hesitated in coming close to him, her desperation, her words, her actions, the times they had sex. Everything, everything was just a plan.

And he, Eshaan, was just a pawn to get to Kabir. He knew she was getting desperate but didn't know she was this desperate. He placed his palms on his hips and continued to glare at the burning clothes.

'How blinded I had gotten. That bitch was playing with my feelings and I had let her. Damn!' -He looked up at the sky momentarily and then back at the clothes, - 'You know what, Monica. I thought you were desperate, yet you had a little bit of dignity to not fall into Kabir's trap. I knew about Kabir, but I trusted you and you... And you know what the sad part is that I lo-' He shook his head and turned around, - 'No, Eshaan. That girl, she is not worth lamenting. That selfish woman can think only of herself. No one else matters to her. Not you nor Kabir.' Angrily Eshaan wiped his tears and walked out of the terrace. At this point, he didn't care if he was caught by the building security. His heart was broken, and his trust shattered. All he could do now was curse himself for falling into the honey trap named Monica.