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I sat alone in the sprawling drawing-room of out luxurious Mehra mansion, my fingers absently tracing the intricate patterns on the plush silk couch. The grand clock in the hallway chimed six o'clock, signaling the end of another lonely day.
I glanced around the room, taking in the opulent decor and the silence that filled the space. My husband, Ahaan, was rarely home these days, always busy with his business empire. I felt a pang of resentment towards him, towards the life we had built together.
Our marriage had been arranged by our parents, a union of two powerful families. Ahaan had seemed like a catch-handsome, ambitious, and charming. But as the months passed, his true nature began to reveal itself.
Ahaan barely acknowledged my existence outside of social obligations. He would attend family gatherings and public events with me, but the moment we returned home, he would retreat to his study, leaving me alone to wander the empty halls of our mansion.
I had tried to reach out to him, to connect with him, but he always pushed me away. "You are a burden, Raisa," he had snapped at me one night after I had attempted to share my feelings with him. "I only married you for the alliance with your family."
The heavy oak door creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts. Ahaan strode into the room, his face buried in his phone as he dictated orders to his assistant. He didn't even glance at his wife as he crossed the room and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter.
I watched him through hooded eyes, my heart heavy with unshed tears. He looked every inch the powerful businessman, with his sharp tailored suit and commanding presence. But to me, he was just a cold, unfeeling stranger. "Ahaan" I spoke.
He silenced me with a raised hand, not even bothering to look up from his phone. "I'm busy, Raisa. Don't disturb me." His tone was harsh, dismissing me as if I wasย nothing more than an inconvenience.
I felt a fresh wave of tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I bit them back, determined not to show weakness in front of my so called husband. Instead, I turned my face to the pillow and let out a quiet sob, my body shaking with silent tears. "Fucking asshole".
As I silently cried, Ahaan finished his call and pocketed his phone. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and approached the couch, his eyes finally flicking to his wife's tear-stained face. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took in my distress.
"Pathetic," he muttered to himself, pouring another glass of whiskey. He walked over to the couch and sat down beside me, not even bothering to acknowledge my presence. Instead, he lifted his phone and began typing out a message.
I could see the reflection of his screen in the window he was messaging his girlfriend, no doubt arranging another tryst.
Yes, you are reading right. Ahaan is cheating on me, he is having an extra marital affair.
The realization made my anger rise above my sadness. I sat up, wiping my tears, and glared at Ahaan's profile.
"You're really going to sit there and ignore me while you plan your next date with that woman?" I spat, my voice shaking with anger. Ahaan's fingers paused for a moment before continuing to type, his expression unchanging. "It is none of your business, Raisa."
"How can you say that? Hum aapki biwi hain." My voice grew louder, my frustration boiling over. Ahaan finally looked at me, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Only in papers. But not in reality. You are little more than an ornament, you are a burden."
"Ahaan, how dare you treat her so shabbily?" A voice bellowed, slamming his cane against the marble floor. "She is your wife, for heaven's sake!"
Ah, so this is my heartthrob. Mere Sasur Ji, well yes I have a crush on him. He is so hot, I mean yes he is. More than his whore son. Oh, what am I even saying his son is not at all handsome. He just looks like a pig, who is messed in the mud.
And look at his dad, I mean DADDY. Yes, his dad is a whole meal. God knows whose genetics are in Ahaan, maybe his matashree's, huh his mother is just like him. That goddamn bitch cheated on Vikram, my Vikram. She ran away with her monkey ass boyfriend with dad's money.
Fucking theif.
Ahaan looked up at his father, his expression a mask of calm indifference. "Dad, it's not my fault she's so boring. I need excitement, and Raisa can't provide that." Vikram's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he advanced on his son.
"How dare you speak of your wife in such a manner!" Vikram growled. His hand lashed out and struck Ahaan across the face, the slap echoing through the silent room. Ahaan's head snapped to the side, his cheek reddening from the force of the blow.
Yes! Vikram- 01, Pig- 0.
Ahaan rubbed his stinging cheek, his eyes flashing with anger. Without a word, he stood up and walked out of the study, slamming the door behind him. Vikram watched him go, his chest heaving with rage and disappointment. "I've had enough of his disrespect."
Vikram turned to me, his expression softening. "Are you alright, my dear?" He sat beside me on the couch, patting my hand comfortingly. "Rakesh and I always knew Ahaan was a selfish boy, but we never imagined he would treat you like this."
I leaned into Vikram's touch, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. "Why does he hate me so much, dad? What have I done to deserve this?" I sobbed, my voice breaking with anguish. Vikram wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. Showing concern, which a father-in-law should show.
"Shh, Raisa, it's not your fault," he murmured soothingly. "Ahaan is the one with the problem, not you. You are a kind, loving, and beautiful girl, and any man would be lucky to have you as his wife."
I looked up at Vikram through tear-stained eyes. "Any man, dad? Even... even?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper. "Even-?" He asked confused with my words, the tension in the air grew so I pulled away and ran into my room.
V I K R A M
"She can't possibly mean..." I murmured to myself, running a hand through my black, dark black hair. My heart raced as I realized that she did indeed mean it. My body stirred at the thought of Raisa in that way, and I groaned, adjusting myself discreetly.
I knew I should dismiss the thought as improper, but I couldn't shake off the image of Raisa's innocent face, her tear-filled eyes, and her perfect, pouty lips.
I was still sitting in the study, lost in my thoughts, when the study door slammed open for the second time that day. Ahaan stormed in, his face contorted with anger. "How can you support that girl? She's a shrew, and you know it!"
"And how dare you lay a hand on me for speaking the truth? She's boring, and I need more!" Ahaan continued, pacing the room like a caged animal. My gaze hardened as I looked at my son. "Enough, Ahaan!" I snapped.
My expression turned cold as I stared down my son. "You have been cheating on her since the very beginning, and you expect me to take your side? Raisa is innocent in all this, and you treat her so shabbily." I stood up, my voice rising with anger.
"You are her husband, if you can't appreciate her, thev don't mistreat her. You don't know what gem you are having. She is loyal, kind, and loving, while you're nothing but a selfish, ungrateful cad!" I said, "She deserves better than you, Ahaan."
Don't make her fall in love, if you can't love her.
"People say, a monkey would never know how ginger tastes, they say right." I added.
Ahaan's face turned red with fury. "How dare you compare me to a monkey? And how dare you speak about Raisa like that?" "She's my wife, not yours!" he roared.
With that, I slapped Ahaan across the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. "If talking about her hurts you that much then speak well about her, before it gets to late."
I easily dodged Ahaan's enraged attacks and counterattacked with precise, powerful moves, disarming and overpowering my son. With a final, hard shove, I sent Ahaan crashing to the floor, as he tried to raise his hand on me. "Get out of my sight," I growled.
With that I drove to my office, I was seated at my desk, pouring over some documents, when my secretary, knocked on the door. "Boss, I have urgent news," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Jay Singhania has been seen in the city."
My expression darkened. Jay Singhania was an old enemy, a rival gang leader who had been feuding with me for years. "Keep tabs on him," I ordered coldly. "I want to know his every move."
He nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, boss," he replied before hurrying out of the room. I leaned back in my chair, my mind switching gears to the threat Jay posed. I picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The call was answered, and I spoke in a low, dangerous tone. "Viraaj, Jay Singhania is back in town. I need you to gather the men and keep an eye on him. If he makes any moves against us, eliminate him. Understood?"
The voice on the other end responded, "Haan bhai. We'll take care of it." I hung up the phone, my mind already planning my next move. I glanced at the clock, realizing it was late. He decided to head home.
I stood up, straightening my suit. I walked over to the window, gazing out at the city lights.
Later that night, I returned to my grand mansion on the outskirts of the city. The house was silent as I entered, the staff having retired for the night. I ascended the sweeping staircase, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous hallway.
As I passed by Ahaan and Raisa's room, I overheard muffled moans echoing from within. Curiosity piqued, I paused, listening closer. The sounds grew louder, more rhythmic, unmistakably the sounds of passion. But something was amiss.
The moans were loud and desperate, punctuated by a voice, which was definitely not of Raisa. The breathy cries of "Fuck, Ahaan, more, ahh! Don't stop, Ahaan, fuck me harder!" My ears perked up, his mind racing with the implications.
It is absolutely wrong to invade in an intense session. But I can't help as he was not with the one whom he is supposed to, and the voice was not what is expected there. So I have to pique. My son is not leaving any other option for me.
I tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked. I slipped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar behind me. The sight before me confirmed my suspicions. Ahaan son, was buried deep inside an other woman, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back arched.
I watched them, transfixed, as Ahaan thrust into her with increasing fervor. Her moans grew louder, more urgent. "Yes, yes, fuck me Ahaan! I'm so close, don't stop!" Her nails raked down Ahaan's back.
Ahaan's own grunts mingled with her cries, his movements growing faster, more intense. My face remained impassive, my eyes cold and calculating. I stepped forward, making my presence known just as Ahaan reached his peak. "Dad!"
Ahaan scrambled off her, hastily covering his nakedness. That girl, trembling, grabbed her clothes and tried to make herself decent. "Dad, I... I can explain," Ahaan stammered, his face flushed with shame and anger.
I held up a hand, silencing Ahaan. "There's nothing to explain. I think the situation speaks for itself."
"And where is Raisa? It's two in the morning," I growled, my eyes glinting with cold fury. Ahaan, cowering, managed to choke out, "S-she's sleeping in the guest room."
I stormed out of the room, leaving both of them in their shocked, half-naked state. I rushed towards the guest room, flinging open the door. The bed was untouched, the room empty. Raisa was nowhere to be found. "Where is she?"
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