THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

EPILOGUE

'Oh, God. Monica will murder me.' Eshaan muttered checking his wrist watch. He hurried through the corridor and occasionally kept glancing at his watch. He didn't notice and accidentally dashed into someone. Someone soft. He looked up and his eyes widened on seeing a young woman in black and white business suit. Her hair neatly combed and tied in a tight high pony tail.

'What is this Mr. Eshaan?' She asked gesturing with her hand.

'Sorry.' Eshaan apologized, lowering his head. The woman looked at him for a moment before taking a step.

'Maam, I need to talk to you. It is urgent.' Eshaan interrupted her. She turned and looked at him. Then, she nodded.

'Follow me to my cabin.' She said, and he nodded. Silently, he followed her.

She opened her cabin and entered first. Before Eshaan followed her inside he smiled reading the nameplate stuck to the door.

Mrs. Kavita Singhal.

Then, he entered.

Kavita walked around the table and looked up at Eshaan.

'What is it you wanted to talk, Eshaan?' She asked. Eshaan smiled and walked towards the table. She sat on her seat and placed her arms on the arm-rest.

'Maam, I want to take an early break today. I am not feeling well.' He lied. Kavita placed one leg over the other and thought for a moment.

'Okay.' She said.

Eshaan smiled widely at her. 'Thank you so much, Maam.'

Kavita smiled back. After Eshaan walked out of the cabin, she shifted and leaned against the chair. She looked at the photo frame placed on her table. She smiled looking at a photo of her with Naren on her back. His arms around her and she had held him tightly. It was just a few weeks old photo, yet it managed to find a place on her table. Whenever she looked at her son's photo she would feel a warmth rush through her and positivity in her otherwise depressing life. She sighed and looked away. Like always, she engrossed herself in work.

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Eshaan toppled down the elevator and adjusted his black blazer. He took quick steps towards his apartment. He stopped in front of his apartment and unbuttoned his blazer. Also, he unbuttoned top few buttons of his white shirt and roughly combed his hair with his fingers. Excitedly, he rang the doorbell. There was no response. He frowned and rang the bell again. And again, no response. So, this time he called.

'Monica.'

No Answer.

'Monica.

'Get lost.'

Shaking his head, he smiled to himself. He dug his palm into his trouser pant and took out the house key. Swiftly, he unlocked the door and entered. He walked into the living room and found Monica sitting on the sofa. Her arms folded across her chest, her right leg over the left and a grumpy expression on her otherwise gorgeous face. He noted she was dressed for their date. He smiled looking at her, she looked beautiful in black and red mini-dress. Her shoulder-length hair neatly combed and curled at the edges. Her smoky eyes and blood red lipstick enhancing her beauty.

'Hi.' Eshaan greeted her with a smile and open arms. She glared at him and then picked up a cushion. He raised his arm covering his face as she threw the pillow.

'Oww.' It hit him below the belt. Monica smiled victoriously at him and stood up.

She folded her arms and looked at him with her chin raised.