Never mine..

The Visit

"Swarni POV"

The future is unpredictable, yesterday I knew for certain that I would never going to talk to that man, and within few hours I was sitting on his bed mending his wounds, but what about my wounds what about my heart aches. Although it's hurting so bad I am good at concealing my feelings. But loving him would have been easier if he too feels the love which I feel for him.

What is that commotion is all about downstairs, I went out of my room to take a look and what did I found. My dear yash uncle who never asked my well-being since I got married and his bimbo daughter Lilly and my father in law settling down on a sofa while my pity excuse of a husband is standing in front of them with his hands folded on his chest. The annoyed look is Cristal clear on ayaan's face and suddenly he looked up from where I was looking at them and smiled guiltily at me, raising his brows in question and I just brushed it off with a shrug and decided to move back into my room as if I don't give a two shit about why is all those people gathered here.

After million times twisting and turing into my bed, I accepted the fact that I was bit curious about the ayaan's guests for which I started thinking about the excuse to go down stairs.

"Come on swarni, this house is legally yours. At least for 14 more days, you can roam around wherever you want in this house." I said it to myself while boosting up my confidence and took a step out of my room.

Despite of my putting soft steps on the steps, my presence in the living room didn't go unnoticed "oh here is My daughter in law" My body immediately went numb when he pointed at me. My eyes took 180° view of the room and there is nobody in that room I can rely on.

"What are you deaf or dum? Go prepare some lunch while we are planning a permanent solution to throw you out of this house and from my son's life. "

My instinct told me to get in front of him and slap him so hard so that he would never able to speak to me like this ever again but as usual I ended up walking towards the kitchen when again he stopped me.

"Try not to poison us, who knows what kind of an upbringing your dead parents have given you. " Ayaan's father was crossing his limits I turned back to look at him and found his face smudged, mentally I was cursing myself for taking this decision of coming down here, I fought back my tears and went into the kitchen.

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"Lilly POV"

I watched her pathetic ass disappearing into the kitchen. It's supposed to be my day which this bitch is actually gona ruin i know that. But not this easily darling not this easily.

While she was here ayaan's eyes were constantly on her, and even now every now and than his eye balls turns towards the kitchen door as if he is expecting her to come back.

I can't imagine he is the same guy who was heads over heal for me, who was ready to die for me. He was mine, he is mine and he will be mine no one can take away what belongs to me. When i left it was just that i hated the idea of getting married, so i packed my bags and ran away the same night ayaan's proposed to me at family dinner, that night I had to accept the ring because of the gathering but i wasn't ready to shatter my career at its peak. So i left, I mean the Hollywood movie offer had played cherry on top.

But this, how can be swarni fits into my replacement. She has no class, no dressing sense, a total nerd and bloody good digger. At diwali party when he introduced swarni as her wife my blood pressure crossed it's limits I couldn't believe what I was watching, as off I've heard there marriage was nothing except a temporary arrangements for a year. And at vineyard, the blush was permanent on his face. That day this sorry excuse of my cousin has given a permanent stain on my ego. I mean she have to pay for that at least and that dress was one of my favourite.

My dad and ayaan's dad is fixing the paper work while lawyer was telling us the pro's and con of the merger however ayaan showing least concern to that so I stood up and decided to start my game officially "anyone wants soda or something? " I asked everyone when malik uncle said "oh sweetheart, lemme call the servants. What do want to have? " He asked but he have no idea that I was asking for a drink as an excuse to go into the kitchen. "No problem uncle, I am gonna get it on my own. Do you want something aayan?" I tried to take over his attention but he just shake his head in negative. His attitude is really pushing me to my edge.

I entered the kitchen, where whole slab was filled with different ingredients and this small dark girl is chopping some veggies. She looked up from the chopping board and panic was clear in her eyes and I am loving it.

"Do you need anything? " She asked very politely but her sweet accent is poison to my ears. "Huh, seriously darling you can't give me something which is already mine. " I went closer to her so that only she could hear me. "That guy out there, belongs to me, he still loves me and this is the reason why he decided to leave you and marry with me" I took a hold of her left arm from the side and started digging my freshly manicured nails into her skin.

I was expecting her to shed some tears from her already puffy eyes although her eyeball went big a smile was already dancing on my lips for welcoming the pity show but instead she threw up on my dress. For two seconds I couldn't realized what just happened. And when the realization hits me she ran out of my grip to her room.

I can hear ayaan running after her while calling her name and I was busy washing away the stink she left on my dress. Why does she have to ruin my expensive dresses. I hate her I so hate her. And who the fuck pukes just like that.

And the realization hit me like a missile....

No no no no no., how can this be possible. This can't be possible... This just can't be possible... Suddenly my throat went dry and I can't feel the floor under my feet. With a swift I moved outside picked my keys and mobile from the center table took an exit.

Once I got in the car I dialed his number,
"Hello, do you want your revenge? "..