THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

52~ Trust and Challenge

Monica turned her head and looked at Eshaan, - 'Darling, I know you are angry with me. But please, not in front of your friend.' She pouted cutely.

'What are you-' Before Eshaan could complete Monica kissed him on his cheek. Jhanvi gasped. Eshaan was bewildered. He blinked at her. Then, he looked at Jhanvi. There were tears in her eyes and he felt bad.

'Monica.' He said harshly and freed their arms. Monica was startled by his tone. He glared at her and then took a step towards Jhanvi, he held her hands.

'She is not my girlfriend.' He confessed and then looked at Monica, she twisted her lips and folded her arms. She looked away and Eshaan looked back at Jhanvi. She gulped softly while gazing into his eyes. He smiled.

'She is my boss's girlfriend and is staying here for some time.' - He squeezed her palms and she smiled too, - 'You trust me, right?'

Jhanvi nodded and hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest.

'Of course, Eshaan. I love you.' She said. Eshaan smiled wrapping his arms around her.

'Idoit, I love you too.' He said.

Monica clenched her fists tightly. Then instead of walking around them, she pushed them apart. Eshaan and Jhanvi blinked at her. She ignored them and haughtily walked from in between them. Eshaan shook his head and then he looked back at Jhanvi and held her shoulder.

'So, come let's have breakfast.' He said.

'Sure.' Jhanvi replied happily.

'Grr...' Monica slammed the door shut.

Eshaan and Jhanvi were alarmed by the loud sound. They looked at each other and shrugged.

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Monica felt irritated wearing the floor-length Anarkali suit. The full sleeved suit was pricking her. As the hair-stylist worked on her hair she kept a grumpy face, despite the make-up artist warning her not to. She kept replaying about Eshaan and Jhanvi.

What kind of bffs hug so much and say I love you – Monica thought bitterly. She stared at her reflection.

The hair-stylist adjusted the side Jhalar maang tika and accidentally it pricked her skin.

'Ouch.' She shifted, and the young woman took a step back. She made an apologetic face. Monica stood up angrily and glared at her.

'You, silly woman. Are you blind? Stupid bitch. Get lost before I have you fired.' Monica yelled at her and the girl was in tears. She shuddered and ran out of the make-up room. Monica exhaled loudly and dropped on the sofa.

'Fauzia, my make-up and Ramsen, coffee.' She called and placed her hands on the arm-rest. She looked at her reflection.

What could they be doing, alone in the house? – Monica wondered.

She could see images of Eshaan and Jhanvi alone in the house. Jhanvi seducing him and them confessing they love each other. Jhanvi taking his hand and leading him to the room. Then, the two drop on the bed. Slowly, undressing and having sex on the same bed where once Monica and Eshaan had sex.

Monica closed her eyes tightly and shifted in her place. Agitated, she picked up her phone and dialed Kabir. Few rings later, he picked up the call.

'What happened?' He whispered urgently.

'Kabir I-' She couldn't complete as Kabir interrupted her.

'I am in an important meeting. Call Eshaan, he is in his cabin.' He said.