THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

51~ GirlFriend

Monica couldn't come for the important shoot and that made Kabir wonder if she was all right. So, he landed up in Eshaan's building. He had wanted to ask Eshaan about her but didn't as he didn't want to ask him about his own mistress.

Kabir adjusted his coat as he stopped in front of the apartment. He rang the door-bell and within minutes he heard an annoyed voice of a woman.

'Go away, there is no-one home.' Monica yelled from inside. Kabir sighed and leaned closer. He placed his palm on the door.

'Monica, it is me. Kabir.' He called.

He leaned back hearing the footsteps and then the door opened. Before he could react, Monica held his arm and pulled him inside.

Kabir was startled and looked at her. She had a scarf wrapped heavily around her face. Also, she had worn sunglasses and covered her nose, jaw, and mouth with the polka dotted scarf.

'What happened?' Kabir asked. Monica sighed and quickly unwrapped the scarf.

'This.'

Kabir gasped seeing her colored face. He took a moment to himself as she wrapped the scarf around her face again.

'How did this happen? Who did this to you?' Kabir sounded angry. Monica looked at him briefly before looking away. Kabir placed his palm on her shoulder. She looked at him and shook her head.

'No-no-one did this to me. Actually,' – She looked away, her gaze darted on the floor as she thought of a reason, then looked back at him, - 'Actually, I used expired face wash.' She made an excuse. Kabir eyed her for a moment and then looked away. Monica relaxed. He shook his head.

'Monica, you are a model. You should be careful. How can you be so irresponsible? This was such an important ad shoot...' Kabir continued to scold her. Monica silently listened to him. She should have told the truth but judging Kabir's temper she lied. She didn't want Eshaan to get into trouble.

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Two days later,

Shumi had left and Eshaan had gone to the gym. It was only Monica in the apartment. The awful color had gone and now her face was glowing once again. She wore a burgundy wrap dress for work. She adjusted the V-neck of her dress and properly tied the knot on the hip. Then, she looked at her reflection and flipped her hair. She applied kohl and eyeliner and picked up the maroon lipstick. As she applied the lipstick there was a door-bell. She ignored it and smacked her lips. She adjusted her hair and tugged it behind her ear. There was another door-bell. Monica rolled her eyes.

Perhaps, Eshaan has left his keys before going to the gym – She thought then an evil idea came to her.

'Let him be outside.' She said and took a deep breath. She looked at her reflection and began combing her short hair.

Eshaan stepped out of the elevator. He exhaled deeply and placed his hand towel around his neck. Clenching the sports bottle tightly he walked towards his apartment. He stopped in his track when he saw someone wearing a long olive-green shrug standing in front of his apartment. He frowned and took careful steps towards the woman. He noticed her bushy Spanish curls. His heart began racing and he wondered if she is the one he is thinking her to be. There was a wheeled luggage beside her and she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She had worn white sneakers. She kept fidgeting with her fingers.

'Jhanvi?' Eshaan called. The woman paused with her fingers hovering over the door-bell. She turned to face him. Eshaan's frown turned into a smile.