Reclaimed by her billionaire husband

Aditi Sharma was devastated. Her laptop was in front of her and she couldn't believe her eyes.She blinked her eyes twice to make sure that her eyes weren't deceiving her. No.It can't be true. The email was crystal clear.She was thrown out of her job without prior intimation.She was still in her probationary period but the company had assured her that she would be made permanent and that she had the perfect profile for the job.She made sure that she religiously stuck to the rules of the company and tried to be professional when it came to her work. What Am I going to do now?I'm doomed. And this wasn't the first time. She had been working part time as a design intern in association with a very famous a youtube vlogger about 5 months ago. The lady was a kind hearted person who suddenly turned the tables and chose to kick her out of her job.When asked about the reason ,she only had  flimsy excuses to give. The present job as a web designer in a prestigious magazine had come as a blessing to her. The salary package was too good to be true. She  had jumped at the opportunity and her work was appreciated by her peers and her team leader alike.She had been content with  her life. Until now. What went wrong?I did my best and still they did this to me.And why wasn't I allowed to complete my probationary period? Questions kept popping up in her mind.Questions to which she didn't have answers.Life had been nothing cruel to her and it was being cruel again.The million dollar question that loomed in her head was worth a million dollars. Well not a million dollars, actually a hundred thousand dollars. Hundred and thirty two thousand dollars to be precise. She had this uncleared debt which her  father had amassed tso that she could pursue her degree at a reputed college in the USA . Her dad hadn't told her about the debt  out of pride.Now that he was no more, the burden of the debt fell on her.She had been confident of paying off her dad's debt when she was given the appointment letter at The WALDEN Associates three months back.But now everything came crashing down. I need to have some tea.And then I shall decide what to do about this situation. She went into her kitchen and took out the tin in which  the Twinnings tea bags were kept.She filled her electric kettle with water and put the  tea bag in her cup.The cup was a gift from her step sister,Alisha who was married and settled in Mumbai.She was her only family. Aditi lost her mother when she was five.Her father, later,got remarried to her stepmom who was a divorcee  with a daughter, Alisha. Alisha,was 4 years older to Aditi and was more of a friend than step sister.  Alisha’s husband, Rehaan, ran a  posh café in  the suburbs of Mumbai and it was  apparently not doing well of late. Rehaan had not so long ago , offered that he would clear her debt, atleast some of it, but Aditi didn’t want to burden them with it. She poured hot water into the cup and allowed the tea to infuse itself into the water.Black tea was her favorite and that too without sugar.She occasionally experimented with other herbal teas as well but regular black tea was her go to drink.She liked the bitter taste of black tea that lingered in  her mouth.Only if life hadn't been so bitter,she thought ruefully. Bitter.Bittersweet .Sweet .Sexy. Why does bitter remind me of him.? Urghh...It’s been more than two years and he still affects me so much she scolded herself. Why Am I shivering? Why does every other thought end with him? His mere thought continued to evoke such strong , inappropriate response from her and she couldn't help it. Her core ached and her pulse quickened. It was not like  she didn't try to forget him. She did, but failed miserably every single time.  Sidharth was a mistake,a big mistake . And she couldn't do anything about it.She felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks.She rarely cried.She was a strong woman. Atleast most of the time. Her door bell rang. She looked at her mobile . Who is here at 8:00am on a saturday morning,she thought. She contemplated whether to open the door or not and just then her mobile beeped.She opened her inbox to find a message from an unknown number. Open the door ,it said. What?Who can this be? Is it a burglar? No No .A burglar wouldn't message would he? Is it a he or a she? The landline is working fine and I haven't lodged a complaint about anything. Is it someone from office? Office? I have been chucked out from there ,remember. The mobile beeped again. This time she was scared to open it.What if it is a killer on killing spree messaging me ? Aditi, you have to stop watching those psychopath movies.  She reluctantly opened the message. What's taking you so long sweetheart? Do you want me to break open the door , come inside and kiss you senseless till you go weak in your knees? Sidharth! Only he has spoken to her like that.Can it be him? Why would he come here after two years.Two years is long . Not long enough to forget his kisses and his passionate love making, the way he made her cry out his name .  This time the door bell rang again. She was quickly brought back to her senses. She headed towards the door and opened it. "So eager to get kissed Mrs Aditi Sharma?" Sidharth smirked looking at her ripe cherry lips . "What are you doing here Mr.Varma?"She ignored his question. She couldn't afford to show her weak side to him.He was her weakness and he must not know. "How long will you keep me waiting? At the door step I mean. Won't you invite me in?" He gave one of his most sexy smiles . He gently pushed her aside and walked into her studio apartment,his 6 feet two  inches making her  5 ‘7” look  rather meager. He removed his coat and recklessly threw it on her accent chair and discarded his tie to make himself more comfortable and in that process exposed a small V at the base  of his neck where a small expanse of his dark  chest hair  was visible to her.  Dressed in a white silk shirt and khakhi pants,he  was wreaking havoc on her already  Aditi was anything but comfortable. A flood of emotions rushed through her. Anger,fear,sorrow but most potent of all, DESIRE with a capital D. She looked away from him. From what side of the bed did I wake up today?First the job,and now Sidharth.Why does he have to be the good looking specimen of a man that he is? There seems to be no end to my agony.His agonizingly slow kisses,his agonizingly slow yet passionate love making...God. Her thoughts were interrupted by his husky voice near her ear. "Your taste is impeccable honey". He looked around the studio and gave an approving smile.  “It is small but it has enough space for let's say innovative ideas.” He had a mischevious look in his eyes reflecting the not so holy thoughts that seemed to fill his brain .The studio was minimalist but with a Scandinavian vibe to it and was carefully curated by her friend, Sara, who was a home stylist.She had some DIY accessories and she happily used it to decorate Aditi’s apartment thereby giving it a cozy appeal. "Don't honey me , Mr Varma. You haven't answered my question.Why are you here?”She was tensed and was biting her lower lip in anticipation. Seeing him suddenly here like this was clouding her senses. Sidharth’s deep set eyes narrowed and his chiseled jaw clenched  in frustration, causing a muscle to twitch near his temple. "Don't call me Mr Varma. It's Sidharth for you. Or  you can use any other endearments which you used while we were together.I hope you remember them well.” Aditi shivered at the memories that came flooding to her.She didn't want to go there,where her mind was threatening to take. "Well, you are Mr.Varma to me. We are not exactly friends, are we?”She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't care and in a hasty attempt to irritate him because that was the only way she could fight his deadly charm and mouth watering s*x appeal. "You are damn right Aditi,we aren't friends." Saying this,he grabbed her waist and in one swift motion plastered her body against his hard chest.Her n*****s hardened instantly in response to the sudden contact with his body and she gasped in horror.She desperately tried to wriggle free of his embrace but that only prompted him to hold her closer to him, rendering her defenseless. He looked extremely pleased and smiled at the revelation of what he could do to her. "Friends don't do this ,do they?"His voice was raspy. He trailed his left thumb along her cheek and then gently used the pulp of his thumb to play with her trembling lower lips. She closed her eyes as dark desire pooled in her lower belly causing  her breathing to falter. God,she missed him,his touch. It made her feel so special. She couldn't think any further. She could only hear her own breath. Being back in his arms was like Nirvana.  The world stopped around her. The time stopped ticking. *************************** Author's note Hello friends! This is my first attempt at writing something like this.Hope you like it.