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Originally posted by: dqno1

Andy

Andy

Andy

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Originally posted by: ChandlerBing

Wrong number Avi. GO knock on the right door😆

9.

He woke up to a heavy head and a heavier conscience than he had expected.

Next to him was his beautiful wife, looking almost peaceful... Almost.

Dev got up from his bed and sat on the mattress for a moment to look at his wife.

Nainatara Rathore, daughter to an influential father, born into riches where orders were taken at the movement of her finger, where she had not known anything but getting what she had wanted, that one woman who held his gaze amidst a sea of people when she was getting down the stairs on her seventeenth birthday, whose recklessness and pride had made her an unattainable target has been here, sleeping in his bed right now.

And he couldn't help but to picture the shadow of the same woman who clutched his shirt and shook him to life, her grief coming out in the only form she had known-- anger; as she accused him of cheating on her. With Geet.

Dev got his shirt on and walked towards the pool to clear his head.

He lit his cigarette as he looked at the clear blue sky, his mind a mess.

Sleeping around wasn't new to him. He was a lot of things, but committed was not necessarily one of the things he is. However in the two years he had been married to Nainatara, he had not slept with another woman. He hadn't thought of the reason as such. He never two timed any woman. The woman he had been with too many and for brief amount of time. He had never been serious with anybody, so were they.

Getting married would be the last thing he had in his mind but the seventeen year old he had seen years back, who had not beat an eyelash as he tried to impress her, who made him feel suddenly inadequate had remained a challenge, even five years later since he first met had made him take steps he wouldn't have otherwise.

When he met her years later, in one of the exhibitions held by her, of her paintings, grown to be more beautiful than he had remembered to be, he remembered how she made him feel.

Inadequate. A feeling he was more than used to as a child. A feeling he tried to cover up by using his charming smile, and his easy going ways and becoming the sweetheart of his family and the people he knew.

And hence, he had tried hard to get her to her knees. Get her to his bed. He remained one of his admirers to her. He wasn't any different. On desperation, he had ventured to get her through her weak point. Her family. It worked. He ended up marrying her. But the first night he made love to her, he had seen the cold detachment in her. There was passion during some nights, but they weren't for him. They would have been same for anybody in his place.

He resented her. He resented his old self. He made some bad investments, tried to distract himself with poker and alcohol. Everything blew up when his company had to be declared under bankruptcy, and the sister company owned by his brother which was pumping money into it, pulled back leaving him practically on the road.

His half brother who had always picked up the mess he had made, backed out. Now it was him versus the world. A plan was made to come out of this mess. To marry a girl in India, snare her family and take dowry and fly back to Canada. Seemed simple enough until he had seen Nainatara's face when he was tying mangalsutr around Geet's neck.

Most women felt insecure. But she walked through him with the entire plan. And now, when he was sealing the deal, her expression remained to be detached which enraged him. He knew what the look on her face meant. Like she could care less.

Hours passed, and they executed most of their plan perfectly and were to take a flight next day when their car broke down and they had to stay over at a nearby hotel for the night.

It was raining and the girl he was married to, the simple village belle who was beautiful and charming, loving and trusting extended her hand to touch the droplets of rain pouring down.

She was nothing like him or Nainatara. She was different. She was innocent, and capable of loving.

She was everything neither him nor Nainatara were. Yet, Nainatara never felt she was a threat. As if she didn't give two hoots about what he did.

Something about the mere thought irked him, and he drowned a couple of shots to concentrate on nothing but present. And he did. He looked at Geet, the touch of water droplets bathing her skin to a golden glow, and he walked towards her, and kissed her slowly.

He carried her to bed and made love to her. She wasn't cold or detached like his wife. Nor was she eager and passionate and willing like many women he had had affairs with in the past. She was incredibly shy but trusting.

Trusting.

Something about it snapped within him. He knew then when it was too late that what he did to her was wrong. When he left her sleeping form on bed and walked out, there she was...Nainatara waiting for him.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her expression screamed just one thing. Betrayal.

She slapped him right across his face and shook him with his collar, angry tears pouring out of her.

That was the first time he had seen her such and it both pleasured and pained him at that time.

It had been a couple of months to that night and they are back in Canada, their sinking company now pumped with enough money, their perfect life back on track. But there was just one thing lacking.

If there was a thin thread that bound him and Nainatara before, it was broken now.

The cigarette in his hand burnt his fingers and as Dev looked up distracted, his wife was on the other side of the window, her eyes had the very haunted look he had seen before, as she walked back to her bed.