Married to Him ✔

Chapter-13

Arshita

He continuously gazed me from the other side of the table which was about three feet apart, with the vase at the center of the table using which I tried to hide myself as so naive I was to think I could stop his vision badly through me.

I was so sure I heard a light laugh and chuckle amidst the silence that held in this very room I booked for his so called business meeting. I don't know where his date was. Was she late?

If so, it was me wasting my time here rather than sleeping in my bed and watching TV which mostly included changing the channels but one I would definitely stop had been Tom and Jerry show.

I don't know why the hell I liked it so much, it's just that I liked it so. It was really better to watch Tom chase Jerry than sit in here with plate full of food but you aren't hungry enough to eat it. Maybe he harped my appetite.

Oh he! He was occasionally laughing and chewing his food like a sassy lady would save her lipstick and I couldn't laugh watching him but contort my face in silly denial of this particular thing of the rich people.

"When will meeting start? " Finally I had to say as he caught me looking at him. Why wouldn't he after all he was the one staring me all this time.

" When she comes obviously. " He sniff laughed rubbing his nose.

" Why isn't she coming then? " I said glancing my watch wondering what kind of meeting it was supposed to be at this time because this time usually meant after dinner show involving men and women alone in the room.

Is it like that?

Why would he call you i***t if he had a date.

Business meet girl!

I slapped the side of my head drumming my own thigh with the spare hand.

He is married once too and he is 30 too.

You must have date before your hair start to fall dude.

I laughed a bit watching his now black and shinning hair till now perfectly in its place.

" I don't know why she is late. She is a friend of mine and uses this fact all the time to waste my time. So here we are waiting for her! " He said quite loud.

" I could hear properly you rich face!" I muttered to myself as a reflex, ruffling my skirt.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked me, stopping his silverware from moving posh like him.

"I don't want to sir! I am full. " I was rubbing stomach beneath the table. As the realisation got me, I ashamed rested my hand on table thinking he couldn't watch me due to the distance.

" I don't see that 'full' word to come when we have got this treat in in front of us. You must eat Miss Arshita." He said normally and started to eat.

I too touched the cutlery as I wasn't willing to listen to his banter about these expensive shits.

Oh I am going to eat this food I called s**t.

"What happened? Something is there on your plate?" He asked.

Yeah it's full and I thought it s**t a second before to imagine it practically sitting in front of me.

"Yuck! " I muttered to myself but he heard and sniffed in disagreement.

I looked up to find his annoyed face so my hand picked the spoon and I bit the little of the food.

" It's delicious!" I exclaimed and he gave me one of his driest smile of all time for the first time. 'All time' because I was going to note it other times too after all what else I did when I had been around him?

"You have always been like this or it's for this exact moment? " He said and looked at me like any interviewer would to get an expected answer.

" Like wat? " It got loud and definitely no one would believe I was his Highness PA if I tell them. Which PA talked like this to her boss?

Alright do you give a s**t?

No.

" Just forget it dear! Well I need some air. " He said after he wiped his mouth with the napkin. He strutted away from the table while I sat at the same spot from the beginning crushing my fingers in agitation.

So this is the way people hang you in your own meetings. And you f*****g boast around me.

I looked away from him as I was simpering which is meant to be insolent but you couldn't be that to your boss.

"I have got eyes Arshita. " His smart voice passed from my ears to head and I looked at his face,"I don't miss a thing and at least I won't miss yours after all you are a open book to me. "

I watched him agape for a while as he gave me his amused smile flailing his hands and arching his brows up in a know it all manner and then said, " Meeting is cancelled by the way. "

What?

I looked at him frantically thinking he hadn't talked to anyone on phone or even used it so cancel it.

" She might be coming! " I said loudly while he uncaring shook his head putting his hands on his pockets flexing his muscles of the arm.

Oh damn!

"Again it's cancelled." He Shrugged before coming to me, " I heard the terrace here gives you the fresh air of the north. Let's go up!"

He pointed his fingers up and I shook my head and said, "If meeting is cancelled then I need to go home."

"I need some air. Follow me! " He commanded and walked ahead. Again I stomping followed him up as he attracted me in a bad way and he knew it for sure.

It was absurd. He said he needed some air not me. All the way up I glanced him dreamily. I don't know why his skin glowed more in the dim light, marking his structure more to stare at.

Oh I liked this highly amused face. I admit it now like I admitted it always except frustration was a peculiar feeling to be added to make it bad for me. No one is supposed to speak something that offends someone so easily and still that is what he does all the times.

"It's better up here. Don't you think? " He said looking down the building as we stood at the edge.

Who would know it better than me?

I just shook my head not knowing if he saw it or not. My ex lover gave me fine memory to relate if I ever walk in any terrace.

Ronit!

It was in the offices terrace that he gave me his last speech to not think about him and move on in my life so that he too could live happily with his lover without guilty.

Why he did this to me?

Am I not beautiful enough?

Was my love not enough for him to make him stay?

We shared the beautiful things together still..

" Look someone is crying there! " I heard someone's urgent voice only to realise who it was after a good amount of seconds as I looked at his face then his fingers which pointed in a direction.

I looked where he showed to find a wall but no one crying. Confused I glanced at him as he gave me warm smile and added, "No wait! This is the crying eyes."

I stared him pointing his fingers at me for a while as that 'crying' word only forced me to cry harder and I didn't wanted to break before him. Who the hell told me that matching eyes gives you strength because his warm eyes led me to break my walls harder.

Shutting my culprit eyes I tried to calm myself. The moment I was able to accept the fact that it wasn't me thought of pathetic, I opened my eyes and looked at him gazing me.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"Why do you think I will tell you?And also read me if I am a open book. " I said loudly turning away from him and resting my arms in the parapet.

" Your boyfriend left you for some other woman but you can't leave him in the past. His memories hurt you all the time and now you just thought something about him to make you cry. " His each words were right and I remained normal to it. He really could read me and he did it all the time.

" You can read me but the person I loved couldn't read my love, why? " I stared him as he shrugged.

" Because he was blinded with something which seemed more beautiful to him than you but remember he was blind. " He rubbed my hands and packed it between his to let me absorb the warmth they had.

"This blind?" I questioned myself. My heart ached and heaviness started to burden me.

"I am sure that somewhere out there he might be missing you but couldn't face you to admit how wrong he was. It happens. I have seen people who live alone just because they can't face the truth. They are coward. " He said mildly as if he too suffered like this. His eyes brightness faded but before I could catch him he hid himself amidst his showy cool attitude.

" What people? " I whispered as he just smiled.

" You were married. Where is your wife? " I knew she died still I asked him out of curiosity. He never looked sad.

Didn't he miss her?

" I know you know Arshita. " He smiled knowingly and I barred my teeth in embarrassment.

" Don't you miss her? " Again it came out, to regret for even asking it.

" I miss her a lot but again I am believer of that thought which says - The more you cry for a dead person, more miserable their soul feels. " He winked at me.

Winked?

" You don't seem like you miss her? You look-" I stopped as he raised his eyebrows in contempt.

"Yes what? Say it because it never hurts me but what I hate is hypocrisy." He faced me, looking so challenging. I gulped at his hyped position yet cool.

Wait he was more of a cool, it was me hyped up a bit.

He called me hypocrite?

I never shared him my beliefs to even contradict one.

"I am not hypocrite. It's just that you don't look sad and hurt for your dead wife. You look like you are the happiest person on the whole earth. " I stepped back in fear after completing though he stayed where he was.

"Alright what would you do or say if I was crying my eyes out this instant? Maybe I wasn't eating and didn't wanted to move on but throw tantrums to get her back." He confidently placed me a question which I processed to give him a solid answer.

Of course, I wouldn't let someone cry for a dead person and would console him. Why the hell was he asking me?

"Answer me! " He commanded to shake this crying girl a bit.

" I would console you. " I said the next instant.

" Yeah you would console me to move on still you want me to look gloomy for her when I could help myself. Does that make sense to you?" he smirked.

Oh s**t! You are right.

" Okay. " I blurted while he stared me for a while.

" I never knew smart girl like you could go this naive on these issues. " He smirked. His lips curved upwards into a irritating look yet I matched his eyes for so long that my eyes watered.

"Well it's again your naivety that you still think over that guy who left you." His emphasis on that word acted as a dagger which sheared me into pieces.

"You have no idea what love is if you could get over your dead wife so easily. " I stated grudgingly.

" Who said I got over her? " he gazed me and I went wordless.

Okay I give up! You are a deadly person to talk to.

" Well I kind of getting over her you know. I am falling for another woman.. and I don't know why she has attracted me... in the oddest way one could... from the beginning, the very beginning... So long back. "

Oh this was the swingy time. He had already shown his white teeth as his lips covered with coy smile and I knew if I talked I would be caught in this mysterious talk.

Wait who can be that girl?

" That's nice. Propose her! Marry her." I said incredulously but who was the stupid girl?

"She don't have the slightest idea and she would literally get mad in disbelief if I propose her but I want to. I am aging. Time is running. "

I laughed imagining his black hair turn white. He already hit thirty before he came here and I too was twenty eight without any man.

My laugh vanished but I consoled myself that I had time, good time.

Girl woman get wrinkles in thirties!

Your depressed face will get it damn early.

"It sucks to think Like this!" I muttered to myself forgetting someone was around me as I started to do this funny thing.

I was punching the air and flexing my skinny muscles.

It will keep me from wrinkles!

"What are you doing Arshita? " He laughed at me and I straightened myself.

" I too.... remembered a.. man I like, this is what he was doing when... I saw him first time. That's how I started to like like him. He had abs... and packs... were in progress. " I made up.

Why the hell I had to do this?

Strange as he shook his head in agreement and spoke," My girl always did something weird to attract my attention but at that time she had a funny looking guy but I happy she is alone now. Maybe for me. Sounds nice, right? "

He wiggled his eyebrows as he loosened his tie and took off his coat then rolled up the white shirt showing muscles.

" What weird things? " I asked out of curiosity.

" She was taking pictures of the n***d guys in the men's room. That was horrible." He neared to me and whispered in my ears.

"This is horrible." This was what I could manage because again this thing was relatable.

I looked at his cheerful eyes which only contorted my face and I muttered, " Absolute horrible!"

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