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

“Yes you are right. I have done a sin but......" I glare at him. I am angry as well as guilty but I am not going to show him that I am guilty instead I will convert that guilt into anger “you are not better than me. You were also with me, cheating on your wife. You are bigger sinner than me." He starts laughing hysterically.

“Oh my sweet buttercup..." my heart does a flips “I am always ready to be a sinner. And you should also be ready to do this sin next time."

Next time? What does it mean?

“Why will there be a next time?" I ask. The anger has subsided a little bit. Hearing me a smirk forms on his face.

“As I have come to know that you will be settling here..which is by the way I hated at first but now I think it's good that you are settling down here. So as you and I both know you love me.... unconditionally, you will come everytime I call you. And for your relief I will always give you a reason to come."

“I don't love you vihaan..... not anymore." I grit out. He have changed. He never hurted me in past. Sure he did released his anger on me when I talked with some other boy but they were never verbal.

“Sure." He says and that increases my subsided anger. His taunting me.

“I said I. Don't. Love. You." I again repeat. He is getting on my nerves with his continuous laughing.  

“And I said sure." Glaring him I push him away with as much strength I have in my body. But I get shocked as I fall on him. He freaking tricked me by moving away which made me fall on him. I push myself up but again fall on him.

“Let me go." I grit out. I want to untangle his hands which is around me but for that I have to use my hand which is by the way inbetween our bodies.

“But I love it more when you are in my arms. Just like this." He pouts. And he looks so cute. His breathing is mixing with mine in this position. And only our breathing is audible in this whole silent room.

I flinch as suddenly the phone starts ringing. Realising that it's my phone I start struggling more.

“Vihaan let me go. My phone is ringing." I plead. My eyes moisturizes with all this struggling.

I want to leave. Why can't he just let me go?

“Only on one condition." I know this is going to be something bad but I don't have a choice. I nod my head letting him know that he can continue with his stupid condition.

“Kiss my lips. And I want a full kiss then I would leave you.... gracefully." I knew it that it would be something like this. And in a lightning speed I remove my hand from between our bodies and jerk his hands away from around me. But before I can move away I again fall on him but this time with my hands at my back gripped by his hand.

“Ahhhh." I annoyingly shout. Not again.

I still hearing a moan from him and I realise that me moving in struggle is making my front rub on his.

“Vihaan please leave me." In frustration tears starts spilling from my eyes. He moves to a seating position which makes me straddle him.

“Is it so bad to kiss me? Huh, Disha?" I hear pain in his voice. He kisses my tears away. His kisses is feeling hot on my cheeks.

“Yes vihaan. It is." I reply. My weeping has turned into hiccuping.

“Why?" He tilts is head slightly.

“Because we are not married anymore." I point out. Doesn't he get it?

“That's not a reason Disha. Besides didn't we kiss and had lost our virginities before our marriage."

“But now you are married to other women. And I....I can't do this with a man who belongs to other......" he interrupts me by shouting.

“DON'T YOU DARE TO COMPLETE THAT SENTENCE. I. VIHAAN. BELONGS. TO. YOU. DISHA. JUST. YOU and to no one else." I shake my head in denial. Even if he was not married he would never belong to me. He stopped belonging to me the day I left him. And I don't want to change that. We are toxic for each other. We can never be redeemed.

“Your shaking head doesn't makes it any different. You belong to me as I belong to you. You love me as much as I love you. And that will never change and you know that."

“It has already changed vihaan. Everything has changed. And that also goes to the love which I have for you." I say brokenly.

“Saying that doesn't makes it true. You still love me. Even if everything has changed, we will adjust and make new memories."

“Vihaan leave me. It's getting late." Instead of fighting him on this I say. I know that I have to say something to him to have him understand that whatever he is saying is all delusional but I don't have energy. I just want to leave. I want to just get away from his arms.

Surprisingly he loosens the grip of his hand. Immediately I move away from him and heave a sign of relief. Pain flashes through him. Ignoring it I turn towards my phone which is still on the night stand. There are many calls and messages and they are all from bhai. I send him a quick message saying that ‘I am okay and will be home in few minutes'. Sliding my phone in my pocket and turn towards vihaan.

“I will leave. Bye." I say.

“Wait I will drop you."

“No it's okay." I reply. From now on I have to make sure to be away from him. That will be good for both of us.

“Then how will you go as according to my knowledge there no bus stands near this house. Oh wait there is one but it is 8 hours away and there also buses don't come that frequently. So now will you let me drop you?"

“I have already booked a cab." Saying that I leave. And surprisingly this time without any obstacles named vihaan. I thought he would put up a fight on the dropping thing but he let me leave. And this is something new.

While waiting for the car I notice that there are not many houses. And the houses are also very far away from each other. Did vihaan really have build this house for us? Turning my head backwards I gaze at the house. The house is small perfect for a family. Not like his many mansions which his family have owned. They all were big and humongous.