Sun shined on Neha's face, waking her up.
She opened her eyes, and sat upright on her bed, facing the window. It was late afternoon.
She squinted her eyes and stretched herself "I slept too much…" she thought to her selves as she poured a glass of water and chugged it down her throat.
Sleep was peaceful last night, better than most of nights.
She wondered if Armaan had been here at night or went out.
Suddenly she felt the door open behind her.
The sight left her stupefied.
It was Armaan, who came out the bathroom.
Shirtless, only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
She looked at him, his perfect body, with droplets of water dripping down her chest and abs.
He looked Hot. She was having different thoughts about him.
Even though she hated him, with all her heart and soul, but right now, in this moment, she felt things differently.
Not like, she felt love for him, but the sight woke the kink in her.
Armaan smirked at her as he caught her staring at him.
She shook her head and looked at the window again, as if nothing happened.
Suddenly, he climbed on the bed and on top of her, making her fall backwards.
The scent of his body filled her nostrils and she looked at his eyes.
"I wish I had time…" He said, locking eyes with her.
She turned her face on the other side, "For what?" she asked, disinterested even though she knew the answer.
"To kill you with pleasure" He hissed as he went down on her neck.
His mind played the things he saw last night, in the bathroom. He reminded himself how she touched herself and moaned.
"To make you scream my name…" He closed his eyes, breathed on her neck and planted a soft kiss, rubbing his hands on top of her lower, between her legs.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
He came back up and gave a peck on her lips, before getting up.
"Get dressed, we've to go" He said, unpacking his bag and taking out his black suit.
She taking time to breathe from what just happen, lay on her bed, in the same position Armaan left her.
She didn't want to go, but she had no choice.
Armaan suited up quick and left the room.
She opened her bag and took out a black knee length dress, and her makeup and jewelry box.
She got inside the bathroom, making sure she locked it this time.
She stripped naked and changed into a plain black dress with a lace ribbon belt, tied to the front, on her stomach. The dress had a deep V neck with the back formed into a O shape, with a hook on top.
The one fourth net lace sleeve, revealing her slender but beautiful arms, made the dress emphatic.
The skirt of the dress had flares and top sticked to her body. The dress looked pretty on her.
She, straightened her hair and let it loose behind her.
She wore a silver three-layer necklace which fell on her deep V bare chest and a silver stud earring, ornamenting the dress perfectly.
She put on some maroon lipstick and just an eyeliner.
"Perfect" she thought to herself.
She got out of the bathroom, too find herself a perfect footwear.
She took out a black strapped heel sandals.
As she was wearing them, Armaan entered the room, but stopped on his tracks.
She looked at him, staring at her.
She continued to wear her heels and stood up.
He looked at her up to down and smiled.
"No wonder why people have wild thoughts about you" Armaan said, referring to Sanjay.
She was disgusted, so she walked out of the bedroom towards the living room.
"Come on, we are going. It's time" he said.
They left the room and walked towards the elevator, to the 1st floor; the restaurant.
Inside the elevator, Armaan stood behind Neha, admiring her beauty.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Neha could feel his gaze on her, but what could she do?
She wanted to run away from him, but where?
How could she defy Mr. and Mrs. Oberoi who loved her so much, even more than Armaan.
Their "unnecessary attention"; that's what Armaan described their love for Neha as, is what made him hate her more.
Neha was worthy of share of their properties and business, more than Armaan.
That's the main reason he married her.
Now, she was his slave, and he could do whatever he wants to do with her.
They elevator door opened and Armaan got himself straight up.
He took a glance at Neha's butt.
"Gosh!" He thought.
He grabbed it from behind and squeezed them hard.
Neha jumped up from sudden touch "Fuck!" She screamed.
"Later baby…" Armaan winked at her and left the elevator.
Neha stood their stupefied and irritated.
She looked at Armaan in rage.
"I've told you not to look at me like that!" He whispered angrily "Now behave…" he said, walking inside of the restaurant.
"I'll show you how I behave…" She had her plans ready.
They got Inside the restaurant, and spotted the table booked for them.
Four men, all suited up, were already sitting and waiting for Armaan.
When they saw Armaan walking towards the table, they all got up.
"Good afternoon Armaan, looking good as usual!" One of them shook hands with him.
"Good only on the outside" Neha looked at him.
"Thankyou" Armaan replied smiling.
"Good afternoon gentlemen! Thank you for joining us for lunch" he paused and looked at Neha "This is my wife Neha" he introduced her to them.
She nodded to them and smiled, and they returned the gesture.
"Shall we get seated?" Armaan politely asked before sitting down on his seat.
"I never knew he could be this polite…" Neha was surprised.
The table was a medium sized round table and all six of them properly arranged themselves with equal gaps between them.
"So Mr. Armaan, how was the wedding?" one of them asked.
"It was really nice. Wish you all could have joined." Armaan replied
"Ya we surely missed it" another person agreed.
"Ya you all missed the day my life ended. Nothing can be better than that" The displeasure was clear on her face.
Armaan showed them few photos of the wedding on his phone.
"Mrs. Neha don't smile much, does she?" One of them laughed, looking at the photos and back at Neha.
"Do you smile when you get into an accident?" she said, loud and clear with a smiling face.
Armaan was dumbstruck by her response. He was furious.
Everyone on the table fell quiet.
She noted the anger on Armaan's face.
Armaan fake laughed and said "Neha jokes around too much" erasing the awkwardness Neha's comment caused.
Everyone on the table, except Neha laughed.
Soon their lunch arrived and they all ate while discussing business, while Neha ate quietly.
While having the lunch, she could hear sound of music from another room.
Looked at the direction which led her to a door, above which a fancy title read "Bar"
Neha immediately knew what she had to do.
After having their lunch, they talked more about their company, plans and decisions.
"Gentlemen, if you excuse me for some time…" she paused and looked at Armaan, and smiled "I'll be here, nearby, exploring a bit" she announced.
Armaan was stuck in the meeting, he had no option. He couldn't stop her from going since that would give a bad impression on the people he was with.
Armaan was surprised by the way Neha behaved; she was smiling.
Armaan nodded and said "I'll call you" and turned back to the men.
Neha got up and walked towards the washroom.
She knew Armaan might be watching her from the corner of his eyes, and she was right.
She wanted him to get distracted.
So she got inside the washroom, checked herself, opened her purse and put on her gloss.
"He wanted me to behave. I'll behave exacly how he wanted…" She made an eye contact with herself in the mirror.
It was the first time, she had a devilish smile, on her beautiful face…