Recap: Prachi is sent to the top floor to meet the hotel owner.
Part 37:
Prachi stepped out of the elevator on the top floor of the hotel. She hadn't been on this floor before. It was even more lavish then the rest of the hotel. It was elegantly decorated with high-end furniture. Prachi instantly noticed the expensive marble flooring. It looked like a place where her father would have worked. She stood staring at the large doors, and finally, mustered up the courage to knock.
A petite maid opened the door, and told Prachi to come in. "Are you here to meet sir?" she asked meekly.
Prachi nodded in the affirmative. The maid led Prachi into another room, which was dark and quiet. Prachi could make out a large desk in front of an even larger window; however, there was barely any light in the room. The blinds were closed and only a small desk lamp was on. "Sir," the lady spoke carefully, seeming almost scared, "The lady is here."
The chair was turned away from Prachi and the maid, and towards the large glass window, despite the blinds being closed. The person in the chair simply cleared his throat. This was the maid's signal to leave. Prachi was beginning to get freaked out.
For almost a minute Prachi stood in the room with the hotel owner in silence. Finally, Prachi got up the courage to speak to whoever was sitting in the chair, "Good evening, sir".
Strangely, Prachi heard a click. She turned back to notice that the door had been automatically locked. Now she was getting scared. "Sir," she asked, trying to sound confident, "Could you please tell me why you needed to see me?"
Prachi heard another click, and the blinds opened up, revealing the dark Sydney sky, as the sun was starting to set. Prachi inched closer towards the door, trying to get as far away from the man in the chair as possible. He was really starting to creep her out.
Prachi stood there in silence some more. Finally, she heard a gruff voice, "Come sit across from my desk."
Prachi could have almost sworn she recognized that voice. It sounded like'.no, Prachi thought, it could not be Milind. Shaking her head, trying to get her thoughts away from her past, Prachi made her way to a large leather seat, which was facing the even larger desk, across from which the owner, of the elite hotel, sat.
"Hello Mrs. Mishra," he spoke slowly, "What brings you to Sydney?"
Prachi froze in her seat. Her face went pale. She did recognize that voice. How could she forget?
As if on cue, the chair in front of her spun around, to reveal the face of the owner. She was, once again, face-to-face with Milind Mishra.
Milind started at Prachi with anger boiling in his blood, and betrayal resonating in his eyes. He could not smile, not even feign a smile. He simply stared at her.
Prachi felt the intensity of his gaze. She felt as if her skin was burning. She could not even look him in the eyes. The strong, confident Prachi seemed to be disappearing. Prachi was on the verge of tears. Not wasting a second, Prachi got up from the seat, and tried walking towards the door. She had only walked a few paces, when she felt Milind's forceful grip on her arm. He pulled her towards him and pinned her against the library shelves on one of the walls.
Prachi tried to scream, but Milind put his free hand over her mouth. "SHUT UP!" he yelled, "Shut Up Prachi. Nobody can hear you. This room is sound-proof!"
Milind's grip on Prachi's arm tightened, and she felt the pain. She whimpered. Milind removed his hand from her mouth, to watch her reaction more closely. "Are you scared, Prachi?" he remarked, with a sinister laugh, "Scared of what your boss will do to you tonight?"
Enough was enough. Prachi was not going to take this from him. She had left her past behind her. She had moved on in her life, getting a new job, finding her own home, making new friends. She was not going to let Milind Mishra ruin her life, like he had already done once before.
"Scared of you?" she questioned, with attitude, "Who are you? Milind Mishra? Why should I be afraid of a pathetic man like you?"
Now it was Milind's turn to be shocked. He had replayed this scene in his head a thousand times before. He had spent countless nights thinking of what he would do if he ever found Prachi. He had thought about what he would ask her, and how she would respond. But never, not even in his wildest dreams, did he think she would respond to him like this. Not even once, had he thought that she would speak back to him and give him such a insolent attitude.
Milind looked into Prachi's defiant eyes, and laughed. He then pinned her against the shelves with even more intensity, holding both her arms. He tried to put his lips to her throat. Almost immediately, Prachi pulled away from him, and moved her neck to the side, trying to evade his lips.
"Don't you dare touch me!" snapped Prachi, "Get your hands off of me." She tried forcefully moving away from him, but it was no use, he was much stronger than her. He easily kept her pinned, and moved his body closer to hers, so that they were touching.
"I am your boss. You work for me. You are also my wife," he stated, through gritted teeth.
Prachi looked up to meet his gaze, "I don't work for you. I work for Aryan Malhotra. I am not your wife. I sent you divorce papers six months ago."
Angered, Milind grabbed her chin with one his hands, and pressed his fingers into her soft skin, "I never signed them. Did you actually think I was going to let you get away so easily? Did you actually think I was going to allow you to make a new life? Your ruined my life and I am going to make sure I ruin yours."
Prachi heaved, and started sobbing. He was physically hurting her, but now, she had just received an emotional blow as well. He never signed the divorce papers. She couldn't believe his audacity. Not only did he cheat, and start a new life with Ayesha, but he also never let her free from their sham marriage.
"Crying now Mrs. Mishra?" asked Milind, in mock sincerity, "Do you want a hug?" He started laughing as he moved away from her, releasing her from his grip, and extended his arms.
Prachi wiped her tears and instead of running towards the doors, she walked up to Milind instead. She looked directly at his eyes, and for the first time, Milind could see the rage in her eyes. "I hate you," she spoke with defiance in her voice, "I wish I never met you."
Milind was crushed. How dare she say such things? He, however, did not let his dejection show, masking it instead with ferocious anger. "Oh shut up Prachi! Do I care what you think? You left me life without talking to me, without listening to me. Do I any longer care what you think of me? I should thank you. I really should. You left my life, and a thousand new women came into my life. Women prettier than you, smarter than you, and of course, any other woman is more decent than you."
He stood smirking hoping to catch Prachi's reaction to his words. But nothing. She just started at him. "Aryan is coming tomorrow," she spoke, pretending to ignore what he had just said, "I will leave as soon as he gets here. I hope to never see you again." Prachi said her piece and walked towards the door. She tried opening it, and then realized that Milind had locked it earlier.
"Open the door Milind," she said, not looking at him.
Nothing happened. She turned around and walked towards him in anger, "I SAID open the door!"
Milind grabbed Prachi and took her in arms. She felt exactly the same way as she had in the past. Prachi shuddered in Milind's grasp. It reminded her too much of the era of her life that she wanted to forget. In a couple seconds time, Milind lay her on the large sofa, with his body on top of hers. Prachi lay there in shock and fear, not knowing what his intentions were. She tried kicking at him, and she tried hitting him with her hands, but nothing worked.
Instead, Milind pressed his body against hers, and put his lips on her neck. Prachi heaved a sigh, as her chest contracted. Milind noticed her reaction and inwardly smiled, realizing his touch still affected her. He slowly put his hand in her hair as she went quiet. He moved his lips from the base of her throat, towards her chin, and finally towards her lips. Milind relished her soft skin and her petite frame.
As soon as his lips were about to touch her, Prachi moved her face away from his, and pushed him away. She quickly stood up with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and furthermore, what could have happened, if she didn't react.
She stood up, and readjusted her clothes. She looked at the ground, not wanting to look directly into Milind's eyes. "Please let me out," she spoke softly.
Milind smiled and grabbed his room remote, and clicked a button. Prachi heard the door unlock. She quickly opened it, and as she was leaving, she heard Milind say, "Have a good night Mrs. Mishra."
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I hope you guys liked this part! They finally met and spoke to each other! Plus, I wrote a longer part!
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Edited by canadianbeauty - 15 years ago
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