Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (bearly read books .txt) 📗

His hands touched the empty space and he jolted back when realisation hit in. She was not here. His wife was not in front of his eyes. Advay screamed in desperation. The door opened revealing the same lady. She was carrying a plate full of rajma chawal . His stomach growled when he saw the food. The lady smiled. She was really getting on his nerves. 

" Hey, it's 9: 00 pm. You slept the whole day. " Advay stood up and walked towards her. He stared at her for some time without any expression. " What? " She whispered. 

" I don't want to kill another girl. So leave. Right now. "He threatened her and took the plate from her hands. " My wife is enough for me. And look she cares about me too. She cooked for me. So now fuck off. Or else I will rip out your corrupted heart. " 

The girl gasped at his words but still maintained her cool. 

" I have no other intentions other than helping you. " He raised  a brow at her. " And I love someone else. " Advay laughed at her reply. 

" Then what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with him? " With one bite, his mouth and empty stomach asked for more. He missed her too much. 

" The same way you are not with your wife. " She narrowed her eyes. " He doesn't love me anymore. He used me, took advantage of me. Stole my innocence and now he has nothing to do with me. " Her light brown eyes were full of tears. Advay continued eating, he wasn't affected much. Cheaters! 

" So what shall I do? " He asked, clearly with no indication of helping her. 

" Help me and I will help you . " Advay put the spoon down on the plate. " I will help find your wife. And in return I want my respect back I want him to accept me. He ruined my life. " She begged sitting on her knees. 

" So did I ask you to get involved with a liar? " He asked her to leave and was again engrossed in his food satisfying his taste buds. 

" I am pregnant. I can't marry another man. Neither can I kill my own child. I want to protect it. " She spoke crying and hiding her face. 

Advay felt something being hurt in his heart. A child! The man wasn't accepting his own blood. Advay hated those fathers who won't love their children. 

" Fine I will help you " His eyes watched her teary ones. She joined her hands in gratitude. He just nodded. He wanted his wife. He would that on his own. This woman won't be of much help but he could at least gave her some help. 

And moreover what if his own wife was pregnant? They had sex twice in her ovulation period and she wasn't on any pills. There were chances after all. 

" Who is he ? What's his name? " Advay asked stretching his arms. 

" Lt. Sharad Bhardwaj " Advay grew more interesting because with his best knowledge he knew only one Sharad. His womanizer cousin. And he wasn't shocked. 

He just wished Mihika was not there. He felt his jaws clenching in anger. His possessiveness taking control over his senses. The eyes of a cheater and a sex addict on his wife, he wanted to burn the whole world. In the sudden flow of anger, he kicked the bed and threw away the vase. 

The girl just stood there. Slightly jealous of his wife. She was never loved by anyone that much. The fourth girl child in her family. Everyone was expecting a boy but she was born. Her father didn't even see her face. A bad luck, they called her. Now, she was cheated on by the love of her life. Although she knew he was married and had a daughter but she couldn't control the emotions and feelings which she felt towards him. 

" Now leave. I will think something about it. A better plan. " He assured her. She went closer to his handsome face and tried to hug him but he backed off. And she saw his eyes turning cold. 

And regretted her action. He was so handsome and loyal. A man of dreams with some mental issues and who needed a person to fill the void in his heart. His wife! 

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Mihika's POV : 

kyra was talking to her mother over video call. I was really happy that she had a mother. Her grandfather told me that his wife and daughter in law both didn't love to stay in the cold place so they were running their NGO in Mumbai to tackle sexual harassment in young teens. Kyra was there for a just a week or so because she loved being there with her father. Her mother hadn't come to meet Sharad since spring started. That is six months. They had very few conversation and were not on good terms. 

Sharad gave me a set of clothes to change and they were cosy piece of cotton kurta and salwar. I covered my head with dupatta and prayed to God for helping me. Sharad was sitting in a dark corner with his head low. He looked sad but I debated to go and talk with him. 

At last I was sitting beside him. He looked at me once but didn't say anything. 

" Is it because of your wife? " I asked him very slowly, afraid to not offend him. 

" Yes or no. " He replied " It's related. " 

" Oh.. You want to share. " This confidence, I could never lose it. Born confident. 

" .. I don't know. You will judge me. " He hesitated. This made me laugh a bit because he should be judging me and my story. Not the other way around. 

" I am non judgemental. " He smiled. 

" I don't love my wife anymore. It's because we are so far away from each other. I have even forgotten how she smells or her voice sounds like. She never cares about me. I am on duty but she wants me to leave it and be there with her. I can't do that. " He shrugged. I nodded in complete understanding. Some spouses never cared for the other partner. 

" But that's completely fine. Nothing to judge you. " I replied. He shook his head. 

" And then I cheated. " He looked straight into my eyes. Suddenly I felt all the sympathy vanishing away when his hands touched mine. 

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