THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

66~ Broken Promise

Eshaan expressions changed. The phone rang for some time before the call got cut. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself.

Monica has said she has chosen me, she won't lie – He felt his heart beat increasing with anticipation. He picked up her phone.

He recollected her finger gesture as she had unlocked her phone. Two failed attempts later he managed to unlock her phone. He glanced up at the bathroom and quickly clicked on her inbox.

Kabir: Sweetheart, good news. The scrutiny is over. Meet me at my farmhouse, tonight.

Monica: Sure

Kabir: Oh, my darling, I am so excited to meet you.

There was no reply from Monica. Eshaan was about to put down the phone when a message appeared.

Kabir: Darling, I can barely wait. After so long you will be with me again. In my arms. I am missing you so much. Your words, your touch... Come soon, I am waiting for you in my farmhouse.

Eshaan clenched his fist and angrily tossed the phone back on the bed. He glared at the phone for some time and then, turned. He was about to angrily walk out when the bathroom door opened, and Monica stepped out. She was taken back upon seeing him in her room. She took a moment and then smiled at him.

'Hey.' She walked towards him. Eshaan felt irritated as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She looked closely at him and frowned realizing something was wrong.

'Eshaan?' – She held his cheek and made him look at her, - 'What happened?' She asked sweetly.

Eshaan held her arms and looked sternly at her, - 'What is the name of the producer?' He asked staring into her eyes. He noticed her gulp and she looked away, avoiding his gaze.

'Mr. Ku-Kumar.' She replied and hurriedly walked towards the dressing table. Eshaan turned around and looked at her. Monica picked up her comb and clenched it tightly.

Why are you lying to me, Monica? – Eshaan thought in his head.

Monica looked up at his reflection – I am sorry, Eshaan. I can't tell you now. I want to handle this on my own plus – She lowered her head – I don't want you to face Kabir's wrath. I will take all the blame but – She looked up again – I won't let anyone harm you.

She looked helplessly, Eshaan clenched his jaw as he looked on. Then, he walked out. After he was gone, Monica began combing her hair.

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After she had finished applying the eyeliner, she picked up her lipstick. She applied a velvet maroon lipstick on her lips. She leaned forward and looked at her reflection closely. She smacked her lips and adjusted the lipstick on the corner of her mouth with her fingernail. As she capped the lipstick, her phone rang. She hurried to the edge of the bed and grabbed the phone. It was Ramsen calling. She picked up the call.

Eshaan was sitting with a grumpy face in the living room, he had clasped his palms tightly and kept fidgeting with his thumbs. He heard Monica speak on phone.

'Wait for five minutes, Ramsen. I am coming.' She said. Eshaan stopped fidgeting and thought for a moment. Then, he got up and hurried into his room. He picked up his wallet from the dressing table and wore a Tee over his boxers. He glanced at her room and sneakily left the house.

Monica wore a single solitaire delicate short chain and picked up a clutch purse. She flipped her hair and checked her white platform heels. She looked back at her reflection and exhaled loudly.