"Hey, you are still sitting over here?", Rohan spoke with mischief filled eyes.

"You-"

"I...."

"You are so bad", I spoke angrily.

"Hey sugarplum, how can you call me bad? I booked the entire tulip garden for you", and he broke out in a smile that went up till his eyes.

"I hate you", and then I headed towards the washroom.

Throwing a shirt over me I came out and found Rohan staring at the window.

"Come here", he spoke with a voice of authority.

"What happened?"

"Just sit with me and watch the Paris sky."

It was indeed a beautiful sight. The Eiffel Tower soaring in the blue sky, the people seemingly small in our view, the running cars. Yet the most beautiful sight is beside me, the most beautiful pleasure is being with Rohan and the most royal is his touch of love.

"Do you want to go out?"

"I just wish to spend some time with you."

"Come over here".. Rohan gestured towards the bed.

As soon as my back touched the soft mattress his arms found me. One of his hand was below my head and the other holding my waist.

"Will you pass me the remote?", he whispered in a husky voice which made me roll my eyes.

"Take it..."I almost threw the remote at him.

Why does he deliberately plays with my feelings?

"I would have been happier if you would have said take it off..", Rohan spoke in a whisper brushing his luscious lips across my cheeks.

"Stop it Rohan ", I said with a fake warning in my voice.

"Stop what?", he asked with a mysterious and naughty smile.

"Your playings and teasings."

And then he flipped me over. I could feel his ragged breaths, his lovely black pupils focussed on me that I could see my reflection in them, messy hair clouding the ceiling from my vision.

"Are you sure you are done with the playings and teasings."

"Y.. yes..", my voice shuttered and I stared at him letting him control my body, my heart and my soul.

I felt his lips touching mine erupting the desire of love in me and the chill that heated up my body upto my core.

His lips soon found the hollow above my collar bone and I was filled with butterflies in my stomach and a wet sensation.

He nuzzled close to the crook of my neck and I snuggled closer to him.

"Can we stay like this life long?", he asks in a love filled voice.

"Probably yes, but I think I need to get up for drinking water".

"Following my methods of testing patience, isn't it?"

"No... this is my own method ", and I giggle like a school going girl.

It's a magical feeling to be in love and experience the beauty of it like a sixteen year old who wants a prince charming just like Cinderella and the fears and insecurities of a twenty two year old who knows life can't be a fairy tale.

"Anjali..."

"Hmm?"

"What will you do if we get separated?"

"Chase you with a magnet in hand."

"And if the distance becomes so huge that the magnet can't determine my presence?"

"Simple. Then I will use an electromagnet."

"And if it still fails?"

"Shh.." I put a finger on his lips. "My day begins and ends with you Rohan. Nothing of this sort will happen."

We lay together for some more time with my head on his chest, close enough to listen his heartbeat. He held me close and tight as if I am his life thread and it was my guilty pleasure to see him vulnerable in front of me, vulnerable in love. The person who didn't shed a single drop of tear on the sudden demise of his first love is expressing his fears in front of me. Perhaps expression of feelings is the best quality that humans have.

"I will take you somewhere tonight."

"Where?"

"Le Truskel, one of the best clubs in Paris. Promise me, you wont be out of my sight even for one second. Else I won't take you to a club."

"Promiseeee", I said prolonging the e.

"Okay", he nodded with a smile.

The day passed well with me surrounded by the garland of my husband's affection.

"You get ready and wait over here. I need to go to the hotel's reception for clearing some rents."

I dressed up in a short but elegant black and emerald green dress. The cold shoulder dress hugged me in the right places and ended in my mid thighs. The lacy sleeves enhanced the beauty of the dress. I put a slight bit of makeup, some mascara and a bit of smoky eyes. I paired my looks with some high heels.

Clicking a picture of myself I updated on my insta stories mentioning Natasha in it.

I stared at the clock and already half an hour had passed and Rohan isn't back yet. I tried calling him but he didn't pick up the call.

Having no other work to do I checked out this club from the Google maps and found it's just a few kilometres away. I tried calling Rohan five more times all in vain.

Forty minutes have passed and still no sign of Rohan.

With every passing minute my anxiety and the number of missed calls is increasing sky high.

When the number of missed calls and texts exceeded thirty I could no longer wait in the room.

Grabbing ny mobile and purse I headed out. My stomach was churning out of anxiety and fear was building inside me.

Is he alright?

My heart beating faster out of fear. The number of missed calls has reached forty and still there's no sign of him.

I couldn't even wait for five more minutes for the lift to be available. I started using the stairs to get down to the reception.

After coming down four stories by using the stairs I started feeling exhausted and then my eyes landed on something I wish I hadn't seen.

Rohan.

I would have been the happiest person on Earth had he been alone but he wasn't. He was with someone else which doubled the anxiety rising in me.

His hands were wrapped around the waist of the girl who clinged onto him as if her life depended on him. The golden hair of the girl which was dyed in red at the ends was visible from the back. I suppressed my urge to go and confront him. I called for one more time but it went into a missed call.

Hurt filled my heart and tears welled up in my eyes.

He is busy , why would he pick up my calls?

I looked as Rohan held her closely and headed towards a room. I noticed him getting in the room with her and closing the door. The number 303 danced in my head like a death bell for my relationship with Rohan..

This time I pressed the lift button and went out of the hotel. Things were too much to digest. Rohan doesn't look of the type to hook up with a stranger.

Have I been wrong in understanding him or am I wrong in understanding the situation?

My heart was heavy and I needed to be away from this place. I hopped in a cab heading towards the club. That's the only place I know as of now.

As I entered my eyes landed on a familiar face bringing back some familiar memories.

Can you guess this familiar face?

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Sorry for a bit of dramatic chapter.

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