"Who are you?"
Amissa couldn't help but glanced at the intruder with a cold tone. Her voice was drifting from cold to colder with her words, as she asked with a cold smile, "Don't you know the basic etiquette of knocking the door before entering a room?"
Not surprisingly the intruder was handsome and if it was before she would have stared hungrily at his handsome features. But within these past four days she had become immune to handsome men and beautiful women.
The man who had burst in the room, stared at her without answering her. Just their eyes kept on fighting with each other.
After a while, the man shifted his eyes to the instruments next to her, breaking the eye contact, "Hah! Looking at you now, I don't think it's not as exaggerated as the media are implying it to be!"
Hearing his words, Amissa's eyebrows furrowed automatically.
And before she could spell a word, his voice knocked into her ears making her remember his identity.
"But if you have had died, do you think Mr. Ahuja would have cared?! Today he merely asked me to visit you out of the media's pressure!"
This man standing in front of her was Jeremy Jones, Ahil's secretary and right hand man in all business. He appeared to be polite and kind in front of all. But again, no business will flourish if the right hand man is actually polite to all.
Since Sarika used to bug Ahil all the time, this man, Jeremy Jones hated her the most, other than Ahil. At first he used to be polite with her, but after her repeated attempts of pestering Ahil and almost making a billions of agreement go away just for her, he left his polite demeanour.
When both of them were alone or with only Ahil at presence, he would opey mock her.
After Jeremy finished pouring out of his anger for coming to see her due to public's pressure, he was about to turn and leave, when he halted hearing her words.
"My apologies for troubling you. But from today onwards I won't trouble you again!"
Even though Amissa wasn't at fault herself but her body was. So she gritted her to apologize for the first time to someone other than Saaras, only telling herself to control and do it to end it.
The man turned around and glanced at her for a moment. He felt that something was strange but since he couldn't pinpoint it, he gave in and left.
And just after he exited her room, he came face to face with a pair of beautifully cold eyes of a handsome youth who was glaring at him.
Jeremy simply glanced at him and walked away by shrugging his shoulders.
It seemed as if he was just walking. But the youth could see that his walking was much similar to that of fleeing.
The handsome youth stared at his back for a second or two before turning the door knob and as if a switch was pressed his expressions became gentle and called out softly as if treasuring the words he uttered, "Ikaa, wifeyyy."
Amissa, who was boiling in anger for apologizing to the intruder, turned her head and looked at the owner in such a soft and gentle voice. Instantly her mind went blank.
Even though she remembered the faces of her 'husbands', she didn't know their names. So how was she supposed to address him? And if she called him hubby or husband, won't it be much more awkward?
Amissa just inwardly cursed the owner for only giving her so little of her memory. It won't hurt her much if she had given all her memories at one go, as she's already a dead meat!
What's the benefit of giving her a bit of memory each day other than giving it all?
And hence Amissa could only do one thing at the moment. She smiled softly at her 'husband' in acknowledgement.
The youth looked surprised momentarily before a smile appeared on his lips too. He came towards her in large strides and embraced her.
Amissa was shocked at first for his sudden actions and wanted to make a distance in between them as soon as possible, when her movements were stopped by his words, "I was at first afraid to come and see you as I was scared it may trigger you, Wifey. But do you know I'm so happy now? So happy! This is the first time you have smiled at me and it's so beautiful to see your smile except for your blank expression that neither acknowledges nor denies my presence."
As he said those words, he nuzzled in her neck. He continued to say, "For the first time, I'm so grateful for you to have amnesia. At least you smiled at me."
Amissa, who didn't know how to respond to him, put her freed hand on his back and patted it to console him as she had never consoled anyone before.
But soon she regretted it as she felt wetness on her neck that was going up and down sending a jolt of emotion all over her body, and the hold on her body was getting tighter.
'This..this guy… he's licking me!'
And it was enough of a reason to push him away from her. The youth staggered a little before glancing at her with a red face.
He stuttered a little as he said, "Umm.. I'm sorry Wifey! Actually I got carried away with my emotions. I just couldn't control it in time as you've never been this patient with me.."
He even sneaked a glance at her while explaining himself, while Amissa was indifferently looking anywhere in the room other than him. But her face gave her away!
God! Her face was so red, as if all the blood of her body had gone to her cheeks.
The youth looked at her and licked his dried lips. Her shy expression was clearly arousing him. But he controlled himself.
His facial expression also turned indifferent but his eyes stayed gentle. He came near her and sat on her bed, and said softly, "Well, Ikaa, you may not remember me that well so I can understand why you're repulsive to me now. We had got married just last year but we never got 'our time' alone for your business and…" he stopped from saying further.
But Amissa, whose interest was at its peak, didn't need to hear the rest of his sentence as she knew what he was trying to say.
It was clearly of Sarika's obsession on Ahil *garbage* Ahuja.
The youth continued after a while, "So let me introduce myself to you from the start. Hey there beautiful! I used to be Evan Anand at the beginning, but now I'm Evan Dewan, the third and most handsome husband of Sarika Dewan."
With that said, he cheekily extended his right hand to her for a handshake which was gladly accepted by Amissa as she borrowed his way of introducing with a sweet smile on her lips, "Hey there handsome! I'm Sarika, your most beautiful wife."
Then they both stared at each other for a while before bursting into laughter.
It was really funny to praise oneself while introducing.
After some time, both of them calmed down and looked into each other.
Evan smiled beautifully towards his wife and suddenly said, "I'm really liking the current you! Your amnesia is really a blessing to me!"
Hearing his words, Amissa pursed her lips and wondered, 'Should I say I've almost loaded the lost memory to him?'
And then again, since Amissa was a prominent figure in her previous world, Earth where she took all her steps in well designed plans and alertness.
So she instantly shook away that thought and smiled at him as she teased to ease the awkward situation at the moment.
"Oh! I thought you would be loving the current me! But it's just 'like'. Anyone can do that!"
And to cooperate with her 'tantrums' a small pout automatically formed on her lips.
Just then few similar images came crushing to her mind. The original owner of the body, Sarika also used to behave like that towards her parents whenever she used to throw small tantrums on them to gain their attention.
Sarika was just a sneaky one who used to love being praised by her loved ones occasionally and would throw a tantrum if they wouldn't comply.
Well, well, another dissimilarity between them.
Amissa was never the type to throw tantrums despite anything. And she didn't have anyone to throw a tantrum like that to anyone even if she was a well-known extrovert.
And Saaras was never the type to entertain those unreasonable things called tantrums.
So when she did that she was even amused on herself.
Did she really do something like that?!
She can't believe herself! Not at all!
She didn't know what had happened to her and so when she got those memories she assured herself by saying it's because of the original owner's way of getting pampered.
Yes! That must it be!
There's no way she would have behaved like that!
Amissa was brought back from her internal debate when she felt a soft and sweet touch on her lips. And her eyes widened when she found herself being kissed by Evan.
She wanted to struggle to get off of that feeling but soon she stopped as if her body wanted her to stop rejecting and enjoy it.
Evan, who was lightly kissing her for being tempted by her small pout, deepend his kiss when he felt her ceasing to resist and even going as far as hanging her arms on his neck to pull him closer.
Amissa didn't know what was wrong with her current body but she felt that she wanted more of that feeling. So she closed her eyes and pulled him closer to her.
Evan slowly laid her on the bed as he kept on deepening the kiss. And when his tongue slid into her mouth and met her tongue in the half way, he completely lost it!
He moved from her mouth and kissed her left cheek down to her neck. He started to kiss, suck and lick there.
Her hands left his nape and started to roam around his back.
Evan, who was feeling hotter and hotter after seeing her, wanted to go further. So he immediately grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Ahhh!"
A painful moan that appeared more like a scream escaped from her lips breaking the intense atmosphere in between them.
And only then did they realize that her left hand was still connected to her with a saline bottle by a needle.
At some point of time, it had got displaced but now it had left a visibly deep scratch on her hand.
Evan panickedly got up and pressed the res button beside her bed for emergency as a fresh light red coloured blood was coming out of her hand.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Wifey! I just momentarily lost control of myself! I swear I didn't mean to hurt you! Please don't worry! You'll be fine within a second!" With that he almost burst into tears.
Whereas Amissa who had got hurt felt as if her whole body was being cut open.
She used to get more severe injuries than this but she was shocked that she couldn't tolerate this small amount of pain.
Tears started to ooze out from her eyes too.
Never in her sanity she had ever thought that she would transmigrate in such a sensitive body!
Amissa will never tolerate to have such a sensitive body. If it hurts this much for just a small cut, God knows how much will it hurt when her menstruation will come!
No wonder! No wonder the original body is a 23-year old virgin when women here are already a mom at this age.
'Hey God! Come out! I want a serious compensation! Come out!'
But she could only shout that in her mind as a certain someone was still there who looked like more in pain than hers.
So she raised her right hand and started to pat his head.
What else can she do at this type of situation?
It's more important to save her ears from his cries than to worry about her pain in her hand.
So when the doctors and nurses came they saw this scene.
The one who was hurt was consoling the one who was unhurt!
Ironic! Too ironic!