Sighing I put my phone on the table and continued smoking. Though weirdly I felt I no longer needed to smoke anymore. Tapping the dust from the cigarette I crushed it off under my feet and looked back in the direction of my room. She must be sleeping right now. I thought and looked forward.
I want to spend more time with her.
Maybe not just physical. But maybe just staring at her. Or a few talks. Not that I need sweet talking after sex. But with her, I want to do it. Bore my eyes into her, let my hands massage her parts, and have a mouth-to-mouth talk with overwhelming emotions.
"Fuck".
I cursed as I took another cigarette from the box and lit it.
This is what I dislike. Needs are growing to the extent of emotions which I don't want. It must be a fucking sex. Just a fucking sex. Nothing more than that. And I have to distract myself before I go to such an extent. Maybe it is because I'm giving my important and free time to her without bothering about my business. My empty mind is making me go crazy and carve for it. But I do know that wanting sex from her isn't because of being free or being empty-minded. That's just a crazy fucking need for her. Anyway, that thing shouldn't be discussed a lot. That's an exclusive topic and should be kept aside. I have my own sensible reasons for that.
I must get back to work. And then, no one can stop me. With work, I'm damn serious and I'm sure my mind will fall on the right track and I won't always be thinking about her.
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I'm ready to go.
Dressed up in my formal shirt and pants and my coat hanging to the chair, my tie neatly tied and my Rolex watch hanging to my wrist and my shoes to my feet.
I'm all ready to go but here I am fitting a camera opposite to the bed that gives me a clear view of her. Three cameras are surrounding the bed
It was almost finished and I heard a gasp in the room. A smile lifted on my place knowing who she was.
My little angel. Fixing it properly I rose to my feet and turned back to her. She looked up at me with those big doe eyes which had a little bit swelling with the crying. I walked to her taking in his she clutched the blanket to her chest though she was dressed in my dress. As I came near to her age dropped down her state looking at nothing in particular.
My hand forwarded as it gently tucked her chin up to look at me.
"I'm going to work. Stay at home and take a rest".
Was all he said before leaving the room.
*****
Author's POV…
Sitting in his office room his fingers gracefully moved on the keypad working on his project.
Then he opened another window of the screen and closed it again going back to his previous window working on it as the screen was still empty without her in the room. After some time he checked again and came to his working window and it continued for three times and at last he saw her as he took a relieved breath. He was about to go to the working panel again but his hands halted on seeing her undoing the towel and taking the saree placed on the bed. His hands moved away from the keypad and rested on the table as he leaned back and stared at the screen.
He saw her wearing the blouse and underskirt as she began to tie the saree around her. Gulping he breathed out as his fingers started to tap on the table before fisting aggressively and punching on it feeling frustrated. His desire skyrocketed looking at her and changing the dress before they vanished away as he saw her sniffing and a year passed down on her cheek.
His brows knitted as he saw her crying silently before she stormed out of the room giving him a glint of idea about why she stormed out.
Of Course, he knows. She must be disgusted because of whatever the reason but him. He hoped.
Time passed away as he kept on checking the screen and he didn't see her in the room again. One hour passed and he was restless. Taking his phone he dialed the number and waited for her to reply but it was turned down. Anger grew in him looking at the audacity of the girl having to cut the call.
He again called her and this time it was ignored. And the third time he called she accepted the call, receiving a growl from him that she wasn't supposed to ignore his calls at all.
Her shoulders shrank listening to his angry voice as she gave a meek answer to him.
"I-I don't know it was you".
Her voice felt like a cold shower on a heating body as he cooled down back into his seat. His expressions relaxed as he took a relieved breath.
Of Course, she wouldn't know. It is a landline phone. And that too a weird one. It is a corded vintage retro-style landline. It looks more like a showcase antique than a landline phone. Too precious to touch it. Sure she wouldn't know.
"What were you doing"?
He asked her. She folded her lips in before answering.
"Just sitting on the sofa".
"Why don't you sit in the bedroom".
Because she doesn't want to sit in the room and let her memory run through the details again and again when she looks at the bed and the mess in the bedroom.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke.
"I want to be in an open space".
She answered. He hummed in approval, taking a note that he would update cameras in the hallway as well.
"Did you have lunch?".
He asked and she took a deep breath holding back herself.
She was already in grief about what happened. And him talking words as if he cares about her is just like adding salt to the wound. She bit her inner cheek before answering.
"I didn't".
"Asha".
Came his warning voice making her feel alert.
"I don't want you to skip meals. Eat properly. You need energy".
Tears jammed in her eyes listening to his words. It is so important to have food so that she can keep up with him. How disgusting can he be?
"Hmm".
There was a slight restraint in her voice and didn't say anything unbothered to talk to him and just put down the phone.
"Good. Now go and eat".
He ordered. She didn't wait to put down the phone so she didn't even bother to answer her question.
Swiftly turning back she walked back to the couch and sat there.
He looked at the phone he talked in before putting it down and continued his work.
After one hour his secretary knocked on the door and stepped in after a curt came in.
"Sir. It is time for a lunch meeting.
He reminded Arnav as he gave a nod as if he remembered.
"Check all the arrangements. I'm coming".
He said and the manager left. Arnav took his phone and dialed the phone number to the home. And after a few rings, she picked up the call.
There was no hello or any greeting from the other side as he waited for her and ended up saying hello.
"Hello".
Was her cold reply.
"Did you eat"?
"Yeah".
Again. The resistance in her voice.
"What did you eat"?
"Palak curry and rice".
"Hmm".
Was his answer as he stayed silent for a while tge other side it was silent too as he waited if she might want to talk about anything.
"Do you want anything"?
He asked her.
"What"?
"Do you want anything? On my return to home".
" No nothing".
Her answer was a pinpoint declaration as if she didn't want anything from him. He again hummed before saying his last words.
" I'll be late at night. Sleep well and take rest".
He said before declining the call and sauntered to the meeting room.
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