All about the mishap that took place just minutes ago seems to vanish from my memory as my brain only focuses on what he said. Before I can utter another word, he is out of the room in a whiff. I grumpily follow Umer who seems to be having the time of his life.

As we settle in the car and he punched the address to Khan Villa, I smack him in the head.

"That's not the way to my home. Take me to the Baigs", I order sulking.

All the way back home, I try to rack up my brain for what could be the reason of Mohsin's extra cold behavior today. That jerk couldn't even be there for me, today of all days he had to act like an asshole.

"Trust me when I tell you, you are the last person who is supposed to be talking about feelings."

" You must be an amazing believer of Islam considering how you are staring at a Na-mehram all day long."

"Kisi din nafrat ki patti hata kar dekhna.

Shayad kisi musafir mein apna nazar aaye.

Kisi din phoolon ki mehek ke andar jhankna.

Shayad kaaton ki berukhi ki wajah samajh aaye."

"Only, if your oblivion did not bother me. Only."

Oblivion. What could I possibly be oblivious about? There is definitely something that I am missing here, something out of the loop.

" Now why are you frowning? I thought your revenge was completed, I had seen the satisfaction on your face as the asshole was dethroned. Aren't you supposed to be throwing a party on your victory?" Umer probes nudging my shoulders.

I shake my head, looking for the right words, "It's not my victory Umer. If it was, I would be feeling in tip if the world, but I am not."

He was so surprised by my answer that he lost control of the steering for a while there and the car shook. Dramatic much?

"Ooo teri! Gai bhains paani mein. To teen saal ka siyappa sab waste?" He acts all shocked.

"Umer ke bachche! Stop pulling my leg. What I mean is, I don't feel victorious or happy even. Just contented. I feel like my life has finally fallen back into place. You know that one moment of truth you needed to see in reality to realise you were holding onto the wrong things all along. Amir was by far the biggest mistake I have ever made, and I unfortunately learnt it the hard way. I now realize what happened on my wedding day was partly due to my stupid mistake of choosing the wrong man. So I am only relieved to be free of the burden of anger and hatred now. Moreover, Amir reaped what he sowed. He had illegal connections, remember the way I reacted the first time we discovered that and how I stole Rashid's file from the CBI office?" I reminiscise and a second later I hear his boisterous laugh.

"Of course I do! You were about to faint when you saw him snorting heroine. And the about death trap you put yourself into by stealing information from the CBI. The things you did for Amir, Hira!" He shakes his head at my stupidity and I can't help but frown at his last words.

They sound so wrong. And then it hits me. First, slowly, very slowly and then so damn fast like pelting rain. That's it! That's fucking it!

I jump in my seat squealing so loud, and the next moment I burst out laughing.

I get it now. I was such a fool. Even after Amir's betrayal, I invested so much of my time, energy and emotions for that guy which he absolutely did not deserve. Infact, he did even deserve a small part of my memory. I should have forgotten him and about the past with him the very day I tied the knot with Mohsin. That would be the very correct thing to do, religiously and spiritually. That was what was ticking Mohsin off all these days.

And that's also why he was angry with me today, I simply got myself involved in Amir's chaos when things would have gone in a better way had I not planned this revenge in the first place.

"Thank fuck she is not married to me. Only Lord knows how poor Mohsin handles this crazy girl who goes from frowning to normal to laughing in a second." I narrow my eyes at Umer who is muttering curses under his breath.

I just shake my head choosing to keep quiet instead of answering him. He wouldn't even understand what I am thinking.

I thank Umer getting down the car as we reach home, walking fast into the house. I spot phupi in the lounge wearing one of her stunning silk saree with an intricate stone work at the borders. She looks confused to see me and I told her I had an early meeting.

"Hira, main meri dost ki beti ki shadi mein jaa rahi hun. Siraj bhi shaam ko hi aayenge. Tum bas Monu ko khana paros dena, wo subah kisi phone call ke chalte breakfast bhi nai karke gaya tha. Kya karun main is ladke ka."

Shit. I think he rushed out the moment he found out about me being at H &Co.

"Jee phupi, aap fiqr na karein main aapke ignorant bete ko khana khila dungi." I smile and she pays my head while leaving.

So, the home is now to myself. The only way to not think about what happened today and about Mohsin's reaction is aerobics.

I lock the main door from inside, change into a sports bra and spandex pants putting the music on. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and a pair of deep hazel eyes pop up before me. I smile when I think of his mesmerising hazel eyes. And begin moving go the soft beats, I need to sweat it all off.

Fifteen minutes in and I am dripping in sweat. I pause the music grabbing the towel and wiping all the sweat. I am breathing heavily so I sit down for a while regretting not getting a water bottle from the kitchen. I quickly unbolt the door walking to the kitchen to get a bottle of chill water.

I gulp down a huge chunk of water in one go, jogging back to our room to resume my practice. As the music comes to life, so do my movements trying to get all my muscles to exercise. I close my eyes and involuntarily Mohsin's sturdy figure comes to my mind, how he speaks, how his crinkle while with family, how he is patient when he is driving home a point. I stop dancing, which was more like haphazard movement of limbs when I hear a loud groan.

What's happening? I turn around and gasp seeing Mohsin standing before me in flesh. I even blink my eyes hoping this is a dream but guess luck isn't entirely on my side today. His gait is as confident as ever and his hands tucked in his pants only add to his dominating and ruthless aura. What's different is his eyes, they seem a shade darker and before I know it he is before me, breathing the same air as me.

His eyes again rake up my figure and he closes them, his jaw clenched as if in pain. What's wrong with him? I want to ask him if he is okay, but he wouldn't respond to me properly. So I decide to step back, giving him some space but what he does next spins my whole world. His hand lands on my back, just where my spinal cord ends above my pants and an exhilarating shiver passes through my body. The skin to skin contact seems so intimate that my breath hitches, he pulls my body closer with a slight push.

I place my hand on his chest, as our eyes clash and a thousand unknown emotions are exchanged. This time, we both seem to be stuck in a trance. I can feel the air getting charged with our emotions, which only seem to increase as his slender fingers follow every dip and rise of my backbone, and as his fingers go higher, my heartbeat seems to increase pace simultaneously.

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against his raging heart which only seems to turn me on more.

"Mohsin" I whimper at his torture, he grabs my pony pulling it down which raises my head. My eyes open falling on the ceiling above and close the next instant feeling his luscious lips on my throat. His hot mouth opens leisurely, giving way to his sinful tongue as it makes a slow swipe across my throat and I whimper.

My body moves on its own accord, sticking to his without room for a microscopic object also as my hands clutch his waist. Another tremble emanates from me when I feel his teeth grazing my collarbone while his mouth continued to do magic on my sensitive skin. I can feel my nails digging his shirt and my legs giving in, he reads my body quickly walking us to the nearest wall that I can take support from.

I am breathing too heavily as his sloppy kisses turn urgent, the air shifting again, only this time with more energy coming off of him. I don't fail to catch the low growl he made when my body ground against his briefs while moving. I throw my head back against the wall, not comprehending how and where it all started.

I don't know how not his hands invade my sports bra circling the flesh close to areola. My chest rises and falls with his assault and I can't help but yearn more of him.