Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (books for men to read .txt) 📗

“Why didn't you came home yesterday?" she ask. I heave out a tired sign. I remove my phone and start going through the emails send to me.

“Now you are ignoring me."

“Stop irritating me, soniya. And don't question me and act like my mom or worse...wife." She shuts up after that. In 40 minutes we reached the place. As soon as we got out of the car reporters started surrounding us, asking questions. My men came to help us to get inside. I did gave few answers and same goes for soniya. A person came to escort us to our seat.

While in the way many people came for conversation. They were shocked that I came as for many years dad was the one to come. Most of them were old people. I also met with soniya's father. He was happy seeing soniya with me. We were given a seat in a balcony which over sees a stage. A big chandelier with thousands of light was hanging in the middle. Other people were also given seats in a balcony.

The auction started. I was in no mood to buy anything. Besides soniya will buy something as she is way too excited. An painting of some women came. An ancient vase with diamonds came and soniya bought it. Suddenly something caught my eyes. A Dresden green diamond bracelet. Unknowingly I started bidding on it.

“This beautiful Dresden green diamond bracelet is sold to Mr Vihaan Malhotra." The host shouts. The auction continues. The bracelet arrives to me after few minutes. I graze my hand on it.

“Did you bought it for me?" I hear soniya ask. With my gaze intact on the bracelet I answer her truthfully.

“No. I just wanted it." I don't know why I bought it but I wanted it. The auction continues for next few hours. Soniya bought many things.

“You go home. I still have some work to do." I tell her.

“Where are you going?" She ask. I groan.

“Be thankful that I atleast informed you." Saying that I take another car. I order my men to not follow me. While driving I throw away the coat and tie. I remove my shirt which is tucked in my pants. I flood the sleeves of my shirt and heave a sign of relief. I stop the car infront of a bar. Getting inside I order a beer. After sometime I find myself getting light headed. Unknowingly I remove my phone and click on her name on the call log. I keep the phone on my ear as it rings. I take a another huge sip of the beer from the bottle. She picks up on the fourth ring.

As soon as she picks up I slur “Why did you took so much time to pick my call?"

“Um Wh-What?" she replies.

“Okay leave that. Buttercup I miss youuu. Please come and meet me." I say.

“Vihaan are you drunk?" I can hear judgement in her voice.

“Yes.....maybe not." I say.

“Where are you?" She ask.

“Heaven stop. So are you coming?" I take another one of sip.

“Be there I will call Raj uncle and inform him about you being drunk. Don't leave that place."

I get angry. “Are you coming or not?.... If you don't come in another 30 minutes I would drive my car to full speedddd." With that I end the call. I order another bottle. Taking that bottle I go outside and lay on the bonnet of my car.

I loved making love with her under the starry nights.

I remove the bracelet from my pocket. I throw the box away. I gaze at the bracelet. At night time it's simmering very breathtakingly. In darkness it's twinkling more than a star but something is missing in it.

“Vihaan." My breathing stops as I hear her voice.

“Vihaan I-I am here." Lifting myself up and sliding the bracelet back in my pocket I glance at her.

“Buttercup." I mumble. I pull her towards me by her hands. I hug her like never before. I nuzzle my face in her neck.

“I love you Disha." I again mumble. I roam my hands all over her body. My hands reach inside her tshirt. Instantly I warmed up as my cold hands come in contact with her warm body. I squeeze her but suddenly I get pushed. With hazy eyes I glance at her.

“Vihaan le-let's go home." she says.

“No." I say and again pull her in my arms. “I want to be in your arms."

“Can we atleast get inside the car." With her still in my arms I start walking towards the gate of the car. Pushing her at the back seat I close the door. Pulling her on my lap I nuzzle my face in her chest. I close my eyes in content. My hands again find their way inside her tshirt. Suddenly my hand stop on the hook of her bra. My hands on their own accord unhook it. I slide my hand in her front. But before I could touch her blossoms I get pushed.

“Wh-what the hell are you doing vihaan?" Saying this she starts struggling in my arms. I tighten my arms around her.

“Vihaan leave me."

“NO." I shout.

Suddenly she stops struggling. She cups my face and says “Vihaan you are drunk and....you need to be home. Let's go home, okay?"

“Our home?" I ask tilting my face to side. She stills or must be my drunken imagination.

“Do you want to go home?" she ask.

“Yes buttercup. I soooo much miss our home." I say and kiss her palm which is cupping my face. I open the gate and with wobbly legs I get on the drivers seat.

“Vihaan let me drive." My buttercup says as she comes on the passenger seat.

“I would drive." I say and roar the car to live. I find the road empty and realise that it's the middle of night. My hands reach out to her side. I take hold of her hand and entangle them with mine. Kissing it I keep our entangled arms on my thigh kissing it after every few minutes.

I stop in front of a mansion gate. It opens as the scanner scans my eyes. I stop the car in the parking lot. Getting outside I go to her side to open her gate but she comes out on her own. I take hold of her hand and take her inside. I clap my hands and instantly the whole mansion lightens up. It's not a very big mansion but it has a huge garden.

I again take hold of her hand and take her upstairs to our room. I open the huge brown door of our room. Getting inside I stop and turn around to see her reaction. I have ordered to build this room big so that it can have everything. I have also ordered to build a office inside this room so that I don't have to leave our room. A huge balcony which has a swimming pool, outdoor theatre and seating area.