Mahira's pov

Never in my life i thought, i will be like that. My personality is way different than my college life. Some people said that time will taught you everything and i think i personally experience it. I was that type of person who doesn't believe in marriage and love but here i am.

Yeah, i am married, mahira nivesh khanna. It feel different to say my name like that. In my past i thought why girls are so happy about getting their partner's surname. Now i understand, it's very difficult to express but it gives the warmth, a protectiveness. When i introduce myself as mahira nivesh khanna, I feel happy and contempted.

Please don't take it as negative way. I am not against women using their own surname. I am talking about emotion. It gives butterflies to hear your name with your partner.

I am going to jaipur because i want to surprise him. It's our first anniversary and i want to be with him. I have planned a so many things. I am just too excited to be there as soon as possible. Fuck, traffic sucks

I am going by road because if i had booked flight ticket he will eventually knew so what's the benefit of surprise.

I was not a type of person who will do little things for you and do some something to make someone special. But you know love can change anything. I never demand for attention because being a famous businessman's child make it easy for you. There's was a time i loved attention and popularity but a lot of changed after my parents death.

I don't wanna talk about it because my di is not here with me. My di, amu di, the very famous model, Amrita Noah jonson. Yes, she is married and had a very lovely daughter, meri jaan, my puchki. She is not only my sister but also like a second mother. Only she knows why i was like that. She protected me, loved me and most importantly healed me. After that incident, i was devastated and she is the only one for me and always will be there for me. I know she is not here physically but she is always in my life. She is living in USA with jija ji and my beloved puchki.

Let's end the conversation here because i have reached the penthouse where my husband is staying. I parked the car and looked myself in the mirror to checking everything is perfect or not.

I had wore a lavender saree. No one reject a women in saree because they look hot. After locking the car and straightening my saree, i looked once again in the mirror, checking my hair, lipstick and after making sure everything is perfect. I grab the keys and took the elevetor. I am thinking how will he react when he will see me? Will he pinned me to the wall and devour me? Will he kiss me to death and tell me i look beautiful?

I never called beautiful. People always called hot, sexy but no one called me pretty and beautiful. He also didn't called me beautiful. He is always busy in work. After the companies has join end, work has been so hectic. When we got some time alone, we ended up in bed. So yeah

I had told him so many time that i will join the company and help him but he is always like that ,'How can i let my princess work? And also seeing you near me i can't concentrate in work?' His words always make cheeks pink.

Okay, I am nervous and excited.

I never done things like that. I am not that type of person who like do little things like surprises or plan a date. He is also not like that. We both are pretty same. Nivesh is the first men which i am romantically be with. So i don't have any experience with it. When in teenage life all the other girls are experiencing cute romance while boys approach me with lust and just want to be with me for my body. I had curves, nice tits and ass which any girl wants. Back then i was also a teenager who wants a normal love story not offering my body to those horny teenager. I was naive and bitch back then. There's always a reason for person to be like that i also have.

Next time, for my teenage stories.

Wish me good luck because i am in front of door.

Should i knock?

How silly i am? I have keys why i should knock. I unlock the door with heavy heart. I don't know why but my heart is beating so fast. It doesn't seem excitement but i sense fear. Why my heart is telling me to go back.

No, this is just my overthinking.

I entered the room, found it with darkness. Where is he

It's past 11, maybe he is sleeping. I went towards his door and again with the stupid heart, start beating fast. I cross the living room and reached his room.

What's with the sound?

It seems like female voice.

Is he watching movie?

'Ah, go faster.'

'I can't take it more.'

Is he watching porn?

With heavy heart, I slowly twisted the knob. The sight will haunt me whole life.

I can't breath.

I lock the door and left the penthouse.

After pressing the elevator button again and again.

Oh fuck

I enter the elevator with my shaking body.

I feel suffocated.

I need fresh air.

I need to get out of this place.

I can't.

'How can he do that to me'

I am strong girl.

I can't cry. I need to be strong.

I am not weak.

He cheated on me.

Motherfucker

I don't know where i am going. My body is shaking and shivering. Is it because of rain?

My cloths are wet and I am walking lonely on the road. He left me shuttered and devastated.

Does this marriage is fake for him?

I can't feel my body. I don't have control on my own body. I don't where i am.

People are yelling at me for walking in the middle of road. Some are looking at me with sympathy but no one dares to stop the car and come to me.

Maybe this is the end. This is last breath i am taking.

I will miss you amu di and Please take care of yourself and my puchki.

My eyes are closing but I heard a unfamiliar voice.

'Excuse me'

'Hello, are you listening?'

Then i see a familiar but unfamiliar blue eyes.

My head is spinning and then everything become blank.

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