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"You sure Rehan? I mean there could be many pairs of eyes in the club who would not let go of a single chance to look at your wife in such a dress which will expose a hell lot of her skin." I gasped at her words and found that she's doing all this purposely to ignite jealousy into him which I know he will never going to feel for me. I mean why would he when he already hates me?
No response came for his side. After throwing a wink at me, Tara thought for few seconds before saying anything else.
"Anything could happen in the club. Who knows a hot guy would came to your wife and ask her for a dance. Then your wife being fucking innocent, she will accept his offer and soon on the dance floor that hot guy would have his arms wrapped around your wife's waist. Then in a swift moment, his hand will reach up to her bare shoulder and next..." Like a fuel she let out her words to which I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
Dance and that to anyone else apart from my Rehan? Not a chance.
"Sir the file you said..." Another female voice came from his phone. Maybe of any employee who had come into his cabin.
"OUT NOW." He yelled in a murderous tone to which my body froze. He must be angry due to Tara's word.
"Looks like my plan is working. Your husband is walking on a thin line of jealousy. Poor employee, she was victim of the bomb which is soon going to be explode as I will continue further." Tara whispered in extremely low tone and giggled. I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this.
"Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.
"STOP. JUST FUCKING STOP TARA. SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE. GOT IT? JUST GIVE THE DAMN PHONE TO HER, RIGHT NOW." He yelled through the phone and while at one place where I was sweating, Tara was trying her best to control her laughter.
She batted her eyes innocently and pushed her cellphone towards me. I licked my lips nervously and with shaking fingers, I grabbed the phone.
"H-Hello?" I said after turning the loudspeaker mode off and attaching the phone near my ear.
To my periphery I found Tara showing her thumb and mouthing 'all the best.' I do need luck. This is the first time I am going to talk to him after a whole month. I walked towards the balcony, completely away from the place where Tara can heard a bit.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHETHER YOU GO TO SOME CHEAP CLUB AND WHORE YOURSELF AROUND IN SHORT CLOTHES OR FUCK SOMEONE. ALL I WANT YOU IS TO REMEMBER THAT IN FRONT OF THIS WHOLE WORLD, YOU STILL ARE MY WIFE. SO JUST CONTROL YOUR INNER SLUT TILL WE GET DIVORCE, OFFICIALLY."
Tears welled up in my eyes and I clenched the cellphone tighter in my hand. At this moment I felt nothing else then disgusted by his sick words.
Why it always happens like this? Why? Whenever I feel like everything's good then something happens. Something terrible.
Divorce? Where did that came from?
"D-divorce? W-Why?"
"The reason for which you have married me is now over then...Don't you want a divorce?" His voice came in unsure tone which sounded almost broken.
"Are you okay?" I asked and he chuckled dryly.
"Will you go to the club?" He questioned back.
"No."
"Then I am completely okay." His response caused a huge smile to drop on my lips.
"I mean...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Listen Mayra, please this time I am begging you to stop playing games with me. You've got whatever you wanted, now please just leave me alone. Stop making it difficult for me. I want to forget about you. I don't have enough strength to feel something strange towards you again and again when I know very well that you are nothing but just a lie."
My heart almost jumped into the pit of my stomach. The tears which were filled in my eyelids formed their way.
"Will you ever talk to me Rehan?"
"Am I doing already?"
"No. Not on phone."
"I don't know. I-I don't know how to talk to you without looking into your eyes and the moment I look, I know I will lost it. Your eyes only reminds me that you've broken my trust." He breathed out and I pressed my lips together to control my trembling lips.
"Do you really think that I'll do something like that?" I asked.
He laughed half heatedly and then after few seconds of plain silence, he replied. "I do."
"Oh..."I felt myself going out of words. What if he said that he don't? But why would he when I had spent enjoying those time with my parents when he needed me the most?
"I am going to end the call...o..Kay?"
"Okay."
But he didn't. He didn't ended the call. We held the phone near our ear in itching silence. The only sound exchanged between us was our rapid breathing. And just like that I realized that maybe one day everything will be alright. I don't know how but I know one day, maybe it would take some time but for sure everything would be normal between us.
Seconds passed into minute but nothing changed. No words were exchanged but soon the empty silence faded into comfortable one. I smiled and cut the call. Then quickly pull out my cellphone from my pocket and after putting Tara's phone aside, I composed a message through my phone.
Me:
Don't think that I've ended the call because there were no words exchanged between us but I did so because you need time. Time to realize that the sometimes truth is not what it seems like. Who knows there might be any different story? And Rehan you said that you don't want to look into my eyes, right? No problem. We can talk without looking to each other. This message function in mobile is great, isn't it? ;)
From,
Mayra Malhotra (Your wife.)
I tapped on the send button and closed my eyes, waiting impatiently for the reply although I was 99% sure that he will not reply back.
Exactly ten minutes later, my cellphone popped with message notification. My heart raced up and excitingly I read it.
Rehan:
I hate you. I really hate you for what you did to me. I know that you've lied to me from the start but see, still here I am feeling fucking ecstatic after reading your message. You want to know why? Well because of you mentioning your name as ' Mayra Malhotra' instead of ' Mayra Saxena." And that 'Your wife' thing also.
But still it doesn't compensate the fact that I hate you.
From,
Rehan.
You say you hate me? But your message sounds otherwise. You really hate me or you are convincing yourself that you hate me?
Me:
I am Mayra Malhotra and will always be.
From,
Mayra Malhotra (Your wife, forever.)
Rehan:
However I love proving you wrong with you being my wife till forever. I need to go and concentrate on my work since you've already snatched an important project from me, for your father's company. So I should need to work before I go bankrupt by who knows which plan you are plotting next.
From,
Rehan.
I laughed at his message and texted him bye to which no reply came. Trying to suppress the huge smile on my lips, I entered into my room and my eyes went wide.
"Tara?" I called out her name and blinked to process that why my bed was covered with dresses and makeups?
"You love Rehan?"
I nodded.
"You want to solve everything between you two?" I nodded again whilst wondering that what she's up to?
"Good. I have an awesome plan. We are going to make your husband jealous and for that all you have to do is to wear something smoking hot and come to club with me." She suggest with a wide grin.
"No Tara." I said flatly. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Mayra. This isn't any fairy tale that everything will be good at the end of the day. This is freaking reality and here you have to play your cards for making everything well. For once trust me."
I sat at the corner of the bed in defeat. Rehan doesn't want me to go to club. He will get angrier. But what's harm in following Tara's word?
"What if...." But before I can say anything further, she gave me a look to shut up.
"Okay then." She smiled widely and patted my shoulder.
"He will definitely come there, the second he gets to know that you've gone to the club." She said giving me mischievous smile and I nodded absentmindedly.
Why you can't say no to anyone, Mayra? You should have said no to Tara. I know this all will not end up good.