THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

67~ Risking it All

'Monica?' Kabir called softly. Monica looked up from her glass of wine. He looked closely at her.

'What happened? You are not liking it?' He asked. Monica shook her head and sighed looking at her glass again. Slowly, she brought the rim of the glass to her lips and was about to drink but chocked as Kabir placed his palm on her thigh. He smiled feeling her velvety soft skin. Monica gulped her drink and shifted her leg little. Kabir's smile faded.

'You sounded very off, everything all right?' She asked shifting little. Kabir extended his free hand and held her hand.

He nodded. 'My son, he is- I am worried about him.' He said. Monica thought for a while before saying.

'You should be with him, not me.' She said uncertainly. Kabir sighed and took a sip of wine.

'I can't see him like that. He has become very weak. Because of his weak heart, he can't play around like normal kids...' Kabir stopped speaking as he felt a tight lump in his throat. Monica kept looking at him. He exhaled loudly and looked at her. He forced a smile.

'I called you here, so I can spend some quality time with you and forget my worries for a while.' He said. Then, he leaned closer and was about to kiss her when she stopped him by placing her palm on his chest. He frowned.

'Kabir,' – She began uncertainly, - 'There is something I want to tell you.' She gazed into his eyes. Kabir was surprised to not see the confidence in her eyes. He nodded. She shifted and turned little. She leaned forward and placed her wine glass, then she turned around and faced Kabir.

'Kabir, I,' – She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, - 'I can't do this anymore.' She looked at him. Kabir's expressions changed, he looked confused.

'What do you mean?' He shrugged. Monica sighed and looked seriously at him.

'Kabir, I can't be your mistress anymore. I am leaving.' She said seriously. Kabir's expressions turned stern and he extended his hand and held her arm. She winced but doesn't look away from him.

'You are dumping me?' – He pulled her closer and glared into her eyes, - 'No one dumps me.' He moved his hand and held his cheek. Monica closed her eyes briefly as his fingers pinched her cheeks. He threw the glass from his other hand and squeezed her cheek. Then, he realized something and left her cheek. Monica let out a breath.

Kabir stood up angrily, Monica looked up at him. He held his hair for a moment and then turned around.

'Now, I understand-' He nodded speaking, then he placed palms on his hips, - 'You are ****ing Eshaan, right?' He pointed a finger at her. Monica got up angrily as well.

'Excuse me, you have no right to-' She stopped speaking as Kabir held her cheeks tightly once again. His eyes filled with rage and his nostrils flared as he glared at her.

'You are my, my mistress and only mine. I have all rights to you.' He bellowed. Monica held his forearm and moved his hand away. Kabir was taken aback.

'Listen, Mr. Singhal, I am your mistress and not your property. So, don't you dare.' She pointed a finger at him. Now, she was equally angry. A moment of glaring at him she took a deep breath.

'Kabir, I want to end this well that is why I don't want any fights. Just be cool and listen to me. I love Eshaan. And I want to be with him.' She said seriously. Kabir blinked at her and then scoffed.

'Keep dreaming, Monica Rai. Eshaan will never accept a whore like you.' He said and chuckled sarcastically.

Monica smiled folding her arms and looking back confidently, - 'I know he loves me. I have seen it in his eyes. And unlike you, he is a decent man.' She said. Kabir raised his eyebrow, an amused smile on his lips.