“Riya, could you please come to meet me?” Ivaan politely asked, and Riya sighed. “Ivaan, baby, I am very busy today. I’ll come later, okay?” She said as she wanted to maintain a distance from now because she knew she would be the one ending up miserable and also from now Ivaan was Mishka’s responsibility. “Can’t you even come for half an hour? Please!! I am not feeling good,” Ivaan said. “Ivaan, I promise I’ll visit you later. I really got a lot of work from your dad,” She was feeling pathetic, as she loved Ivaan dearly like she loves Kiara and Eric, but she had to pull up a strong face and distance herself from him before it complicates her life. “I’m hanging up, Ivaan. Finish your homework, your dad will be home around seven.” She said and ended the call. She sat back in her recliner. ‘I shouldn’t have involved myself emotionally with Ivaan.’ She thought, closing her eyes. Riya always felt a pull towards Ivaan. She didn’t really know why but she always convinced herself, saying

“What happened?” Mishka looked puzzled. “It was raining hard three days back?” Christian raised an eyebrow but Mishka appeared clueless. “You took a taxi but didn’t reach home and when I tried to search you, I found you drenched in rain and you fell unconscious on the road.” Mishka laughed, “What rubbish?? I went to my office. I had a client…. meeting….” She trailed off as she failed to recall the event. She blinked her eyes several times, feeling completely disoriented as if something was wiped out of her memory. “Chill,” Christian smacked her arm. “Oww,” She rubbed her arm. “I guess you just love fainting on me,” He laughed, “Charms, you know!” “You wish!” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’ll send the doctors in.” Christian turned to leave. “At least, tell me what’s wrong with me!!!” She shouted at his retreating back. “You are mad!” He shouted leaving her ward, while she threw a pillow at the closed door. Minutes later, a team of doctors entered to check Mishka while Christi

Christian wore a darker shade of maroon tailored button-down collared shirt with a pair of fitted black jeans and the ex-couple was accidentally colour coordinated.Riya leaned into Christian. “I need to meet some of our business partners,” She said, pointing over to where Nikhil was standing talking to his business associates and left.Christian averted his gaze and Mishka quickly spun on her heels and sat back on the barstool, taking out her phone to distract herself, but Christian caught a glimpse of her and he strides over his long legs easing the distance between them.Christian smirked, sliding onto the vacant barstool next to her. “Hey!” He said and Mishka gulped nervously and glanced in his direction. “I see you didn’t wear the dress I sent you?” He said.“I am not a charity case!” She spat when the bartender appeared.“Whiskey with coke and a red wine for the lady,” Christian said, and the bartender walked away.“But I said I’ll charge your fiancé,” Christian said and the wor

Christian flipped her over on the bed and rammed into her, sweaty bare bodies slapping against each other and the room echoed with their loud moans and grunts. Christian pulled himself completely out of her and then rammed again, earning a loud whimper from her. He stopped moving inside her and bunched her hair in a fist, pulling her body against his chest. He kissed her lips, grazing with his teeth. His rough palm covered her boobs, squeezing them hard as he continued to pump into her, and Mishka moaned loudly. He gripped her neck possessively, his violent moves came to a halt with him deep inside her. “Why do I feel closely connected to you? What is it between us I don’t know about and why am I afraid to realise what it really means to me?” He whispered, blowing hot breath on the crook of her neck and when she didn’t answer him, he roughly pinched her erected bud. “I want you to answer me,” He said in a husky voice and Mishka squirmed in his arm. “I don’t know!!” She whimpered lou

Christian woke up when he felt his phone vibrating in his pant pocket. He retrieved his phone, rubbing his eyes while yawning and it was a message from Vera.“Please talk to me,”Christian read the message and tried to sit on the bed when he found small arms wrapped around him. He faced his left and Kiara was sound asleep next to him. He checked her temperature and sighed when he found her body temperature normal.His eye travelled to Mishka, who was clutching Kiara from behind. Christian reached out his hand in her direction and removed strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.He stared at her face, the middle of her forehead was creased as if she had all the loads of the world. “What is wrong with this woman! Can’t she sleep peacefully?” He thought and massaged her forehead till all the lines had disappeared. He then left the bed, covering them properly with a duvet.He walked downstairs with hands in his pocket and spotted Aryan chopping onion in the kitchen and