Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous
_Albert Einstein

Did I sleep walk to his bed?
No. That's impossible. I never did it before. Then how come I'm on his bed?
Wait a second. Did my egoistic husband carried me on to the bed after I slept?
That jerk.
Whatever I'm not in the mood to face him now. I'm sure he won't let go the last night's events without proper explanation.
As he is not in the room, I conclude that he might be working out upstairs. Without wasting anymore time I change my clothes and go out for my morning walk. I just love running in the natural environment rather than sweating out in those confined gyms.
After almost an hour I return back to the mansion. I slowly push open the door such that my head can fit in the small opening and take a brief look into the room. Sensing no presence inside I stealthily take slow steps without making any sound. After making sure he is not inside the bathroom I huff a breath of relief.
I quickly grab a set of fresh clothes from the closet and turn to rush into the bathroom to take a quick shower. But a sudden gasp leaves my lips and I freeze in my steps seeing the man I was avoiding standing infront of the mirror, cuffing his shirt sleeves and staring right into my eyes like a predator waiting for a right time to catch his prey.
Holy hell!
How did he come inside without making a noise. My gaze drifts towards the walk-in-closet to see the door slightly opened.
I sigh in relief.
Thank God. He is not some sort of witchcraftter who can appear or disappear anytime.
What?
This is the problem in arranged marriages, you will never know what's hiding beneath the mask of your husband.
A girl should always be careful.
Realizing that my eyes were connected with my fake husband through the mirror from a long time I blink away from his stormy gaze.
I take a few steps before a stiff voice reverberates in the silent room, forcing me to halt in my steps.
"I'm still waiting for your explanation"
Here goes nothing.
I turn towards him with an innocent look as if I'm not aware of what he is speaking about.
"I'm sorry. But what explanation you are waiting for?".
I see his fuming eyes through the mirror before he swiftly turn towards me. A terror runs through my bones seeing the look on his face. His eyes are screaming don't fuck with me or else the consequences would not be good.
But is that going to stop me?
Fuck. No.
If he thinks he can scare me through those looks, then he has another thing coming for him.
Because he is dealing with me.
The Samaira Deshmukh.
"Are you trying to intimidate me?", I raise my eyebrow in challenge.
His lips twitch up in a smirk before he starts to take slow steps in my direction. I stay rooted in my place, lifting my shoulders challengingly without taking a step back, trying to match his height but failing miserably.
I'm still no match to his 6'4" frame compared to my 5'9".
His eyes twinkle with mirth as he stands toe-to-toe infront of me, his hands tucked in his pocket.
"Interesting", he mumbles.
My brows furrow in confusion. I thought he will lash out at me but he seems amused. That's not what I expected.
He is so good in taking his opponents by surprise and to strike them when they least expect it. So I should never lower my guard infront of him.
I conceal my confusion and glare at him straightening my back. I know he is not going to step back without getting his answers for the last night.
God. Why the fuck did I let this idiot hug me?
No. You were the one who jumped into his arms yesterday. My mind retorts.
"Are you going to speak or not?", I ask him irritatingly.
Just like that all playfulness vanishes from his face and seriousness take over his beautiful face.
Yes. Beautiful. I can't ignore his handsome features.
"Let me repeat my question again. You almost had a panic attack yesterday. What triggered you?"
"And what makes you to think that I will answer you?", I scoff rolling my eyes.
"You should", he says with so much conviction that for a moment I think he can peel open my skin and can peek into my soul for answers.
"You should answer now, If you don't want me to use my methods", there is an edge to his tone. "And trust me you are not going to like my methods", his hot threatening breath touches my cheek as he tilts his head a little.
My breath halts for a moment realizing what his methods are. That means he will ask his PI to get a complete detail of my day.
No. I can't let that happen. If this asshole gets to know about my baby then it will not be good. Everything I have worked for till now will just ruin.
No man can accept his wife carrying someone else's child and hiding it. That's downright scandalous. And I can't imagine fate of my baby if my Nina gets to know about this.
No. I have to deal carefully with him inorder to save myself and my child. I have to bow down before him if that is what it takes for him to believe me.
As if sensing my chaotic emotions he speaks with fake concern.
"And trust me when I say this, I don't want to spy on my own wife".
My blood boils at his mocking tone.
No. No. This is not the right time.
Pick your battles carefully Sam.
I lower my voice before speaking, gazing straight into his eyes which are waiting for an answer. "I was with Elena yesterday. I was just missing my family".
He seems taken aback by my answer. His scrutinizing gaze scans my face as if searching for an ounce of lie. But I'm as good as him in turning any situation in my favor. I'm a business graduate along with being a surgeon. I follow an important rule.
Make direct eye contact with your opponent.
I meet his gaze with determination. I know from his calculative stare that he doesn't completely believe my words.
And I don't hope he will believe. Because it's Nicholas Remington, the top manipulative, successful business mogul. These are all kid games to him. But he contemplates my reasons.
Family.
Yeah emotions are the one thing this hard-skulled business men can't understand. And I striked the exact point. So he is atleast trying to consider my reasons.
"I don't like that secretary of yours", he says his words lacing with disgust at the mention of Elena's name.
"And I don't like you making decisions in my personal life", rage bubbles in my blood hearing him disrespecting my best friend. A deadly storm builds in my chest as I speak back to him.
"Moreover she is my family", I press those words.
"You might be my husband for the whole world but I don't consider you my family. So you", I jab a finger at his muscled chest , "Mr.Remington better think twice before disrespecting my family members".
With that I turn to leave but his harsh hold pulls me back. I struggle to get out of his hold but it's impossible with his iron grip on my wrist.
Still with the same force he yanks my hand such that I'm face to face with him. I close my eyes and try to calm down my infuriating nerves.
"What did you just say, I'm not your family, huh?", he grits out in a dangerous tone that makes me tremble in his hold.
I open my eyes and stare at him defiantly. "Yes. And let me go before I make you to. You don't get to manhandle me you, asshole".
His jaw ticks in anger as he invades my personal space. His manly scent invading my head and making me almost giddy.
"Don't", he repeats slowly. "Don't call me that name again".
"What? assho...", my words get stuck in my throat as he twists my both arms behind my back in a second as my clothes which I was holding fall freely on the floor.
My eyes widen in surprise my breath coming in pants realizing his close proximity to me. My heaving chest glued to his clothed front. He twists my hand behind my back such that I'm on my tip toes and meeting his darkened gaze. All thoughts leave my head as I stare into his heated gaze.
"You were saying something, Mrs.Remington", his lips tug up into a charming smirk as his gaze drifts between my eyes and lips. Waiting for an answer. So that he can...., So that he can what?
Whatever it is but I know I have triggered a sleeping lion and now it's out for a hunt. And being this close to this husband of mine makes my skin tingle with a foreign sensation.
I open my mouth to speak something. Anything. But nothing leaves my mouth other than a name.
"Nick...", I mumble wiggling in his hold which only makes matters worse as my heaving chest press into his muscled front with each intake of my breath and he groans the sound passing a jolt down my spine.
"Call my name again", his tone lowers dangerously.
"L...leave my hand", my voice comes out as whisper inspite of trying hard to appear normal.
He seems amused as his eyes meet mine. "Are you sure Sweetheart?, Your body is begging to be touched"
"Nick!", my voice raises in anger and with clear warning. What the fuck is he speaking. Stupid asshole.
I jerk my hands away from him and take a step back creating a decent gap between us.
"Stop touching me with every chance you get. Can't we have a decent conversation like normal people do?"
"That's the problem here sweetheart. We are no normal people. We are married and you are my wife and beautiful in that too. It will be a great shame to me if I don't touch my wife", his smirk widens as I'm taken aback by his words.
"You....you infuriating shameless man. Either you have lost your brain cells or they are twisted beyond repair. Only that can justify for how much shameless you are being right now", I yell at his face still flustered by his earlier remarks.
"I have told you already, I have all the rights to talk to you as I wish because you are my...", I cut off his words knowing very well what's coming.
".....wife? Yeah yeah I know that. No need of repeating it again and again", I roll my eyes.
"Finally! You have started understanding your husband now, my dear wife", he says in his usual annoying tone.
"Boy, can you please stop being sarcastic?", I glare at him irritatingly.
He seems taken aback for a second as if he didn't expect something but in next second his lips curl back in a huge grin its not his usual irritating smirk but a fill blown laugh and the beauty mole on his upper lip become visible due to his smile.
Wait he has a mole on his upper lip? Just like mine?
Oh god! How can I not observe that?
Our small moment ends up abruptly as Nick's phone rings and he picks up the call still a smile etched on his beautiful face.
I can hear a female voice speaking from the other side of the call. His face contorts with worry as he hears the person's voice.
And within a second he vanishes from the door even without looking back at me.
No kiss today.
No it's not like I'm missing his usual kisses. No. Not at all.
I huff a breath and barge inside to take a shower.
A week pass by quickly and it's finally time that we move back to Nick's private apartment. I miss spending time with his mom and siblings. Elora is one of the sweetest person I have ever met, just like my mom. But inspite of her urging me to call her mom, I never did that. I don't want to create familial bonds with them. It will only hurt them when I leave after three months.
After bidding everyone goodbye we settle down at the back of the car as Nick's trusted driver and guard Sébastien drives us.
Soon we arrive at a large metallic doors which the guards open swiftly sensing their boss's presence and they all stiffen in their postures showing their respect. Eventhough they can't see him.
The car stops infront of a huge modern mansion which looks like a castle with a garden infront of it. There is a beautiful fountain at its centre which is cascading jets of water.
"Shall we?", Nick asks like a refined gentleman extending his right palm towards me. I shove his hand away and walk towards the door with my shoulders rolled and my back stiff with a smile on my lips.
I hear him grumble something like stubborn as always, which makes only widens my smile.
I enter into the lavish mansion and I'm greeted by a wonderful aroma of food. God. My stomach already started to grumble. I follow the aroma like some street dog, which leads into a lavish and meticulously arranged kitchen.
I take in the sight of the wonderful kitchen, mentally praising the person who has maintained this place so well.
I move towards the cooked vessel to see what's in there that's making my mouth drool. But a loud sound echoes behind me like a warrior cry in the battlefield stopping me from touching the lid of the vessel.
I turn around in panic to see a woman around mid 50's standing at the kitchen's doorway with a wooden rolling pin in her hand like a sword in warriors hand. Her features are morphed with rage as she glares at me.
"You theif. How dare you enter into my kitchen?", she grits through her teeth.
Theif? Ow that's first someone trying to call me a theif. A fucking theif.
I cross my hands and stare at her intently. Her shoulder length hair were dyed black and let loose. Her plump skin was sagging due to the old age and her face looked like the one who has well lived during her young age. Amidst all this there was a clear warning in her steely gaze to either stay the hell away from her or stay in her good graces. She was not the one to mess with.
I put on an easy smile on my face and composed myself before I spoke.
"Listen...."
"No. Let me speak and you listen"
She cut me off rudely with a threatening glare ready to pounce on me any minute like a hungry wolf.
"I will give you ten second to explain yourself why the hell are you in my kitchen or else I will chop you into little pieces and feed it to my guiness", she spoke in a menacing tone.
Who the hell is this mad woman?
And who is this guiness?
"Excuse me, will you ......"
"Your ten seconds are up. Now I will deal with you", saying that she lunges at me in lightening speed holding the rolling-pin as a weapon.
My eyes widen in panic seeing her no nonsense face as she approaches me ready to beat the hell out of me. I duck beneath her raised hands and make a run out of the kitchen.
"You mad woman, what the hell is wrong with you?", I scream running upstairs only to be stopped dead in my tracks. My breath leaves my lungs seeing a lion blocking my path.
Yes it's a lion which can bark.

Next update: 3/ 12/2023

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