THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

46~ Moving In

TRING, TRING, TRING....

Monica was jolted from her sleep. She moved her head back and winced. She placed her palm on the back of her neck and with the other hand, she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

'****' She cursed holding her forehead.

TRING!

Another furious door-bell. She sighed and slammed her palms on the table. She propped herself up and stumbled on her way to her room. She washed her face many times until she came to her senses. She felt a terrible headache because of the hangover.

TRING, TRING

Monica groaned and wore her night robe.

'Who the **** is ringing the bell so much.' She yelled walking towards the door. She unlocked the door and opened it. She placed her palm on her hip and tilted her head. Her frown relaxed on seeing Eshaan. He didn't look happy either.

She faked a smile, - 'Oh, Eshaan! What brings you to my humble home.' She shook her head and blinked at him. Eshaan rolled his eyes and pushed past her. She looked annoyed.

Eshaan looked around and then turned to face her. Monica closed the door and looked at him. He shrugged with his arms out, - 'You haven't packed?' He asked. Monica blinked at him and then looked around. She recollected her talk with Kabir last night and held her forehead.

'I have packed my clothes and other essentials.' She said avoiding his gaze. Eshaan watched her walk towards her room.

Soon, she came out dragging a huge luggage. Eshaan eyed the bag and shook his head.

'What about these?' He pointed at the wine cabinet. Monica looked at it and shrugged. He shook his head and walked up to the cabinet. He opened it and looked at the collection. Monica bit her lower lip. He turned around and looked at her.

'These have to go and,' -He walked past her and into the sofa room, - 'These paintings, everything has to go.' He said seriously. Monica pressed her lips tightly and placed her fisted palms on her hips.

'It is only temporary. Don't act over smart.' She said seriously. Eshaan frowned at her.

'What do you mean?' Eshaan asked. He looked genuinely confused. She smirked and folded her arms.

'You are just getting over- excited because finally, you are getting to be with me.' She said with pride. Eshaan looked at her for a second before he began to laugh. Monica frowned. Her posture relaxed.

He fixed his expressions and looked at her, - 'Are you serious?' – An amused smile lingered on his lips, - 'You think I will be "over-excited" to be with a slut like you.' His expressions darkened. Monica glared at him.

'Mind your language.' She said seriously. Eshaan scoffed and waved his hand. Monica pressed her lips tightly and folded her arms angrily.

Eshaan was annoyed because Monica wasn't participating in helping him with the packing. Rather she decided to bath and change into her casuals. All the while as he removed the paintings and packed the bottles into the bag he heard the shower and felt increasingly agitated.

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After one hour, Eshaan was done with the packing. He huffed and straightened. With all packing, he felt pain in the back. He sighed and walked into the kitchen. He poured water into the glass and walked out of the kitchen when he saw Monica coming out from her room. She was dressed in red lace tube mini dress. Her collar-bone length hair open and dry.