The only thing that interferes with my
Learning is my Education"
-Albert Einstein.

A week has been passed since I moved into Nick's apartment. Right from Charlie's constant taunts at me to Nick using his usual charms with his devastating looks. Nothing has changed since then.
"Charlie are you married?" I ask with a smile to the woman who is sitting at the other side of the table and having her dinner along with me.
Yes. Charlie eats along with us since she is treated as a part of Nick's family.
"What type of question is that? Ofcourse I'm married", she scowls.
"Oh! Then, do you have a daughter?"
"Yes".
My ears perk up to that. Oh my goodness. I can't believe I'm right in this case.
This lady-lion!. I knew she didn't approve me as Nick's wife. Now I'm convinced of the reason.
She want Nick as her son-in-law.
God. I can't believe I finally found out the reason.
"My daughter is married".
My eyes widen as I snap my head towards her. She is glaring at me ready to tear my flesh apart at any moment.
Just like my Nina.
God! Don't you like my happiness? Why did you send my Nina's xerox here?
"Oh! She is married?", I don't know why but I'm relieved hearing that her daughter is out of race.
But my relief is short lived as a thought hits me.
"Ok, so you have any girl in your family or friends circle that....you know....like...like.."
"Are suited for Nick?", she roars like an angry lion that she is halting my breath.
Was I that obvious?
I shift in my seat uncomfortably ready to run away from here. Anything to prevent my embarrassment.
"No...I.. I didn't mean that", I laugh awkwardly not meeting her eyes.
"Don't you dare lie to my face woman! You think I don't know where your thoughts are racing?"
I gulp trying to come up with a proper excuse. But for the first time I don't have any words to justify my actions.
It's the first I'm losing an argument.
She is more dangerous than my Nina.
As if sensing my discomfort Charlie clears her throat.
"Nick is like my son. Infact he is more than a son to me. A mother shouldn't say this, but I love him more than my own daughter", she speaks a small smile playing on her lips.
"I still remember when the elder Mr. Remington placed him in my arms and asked me to take care of him before returning to military. And I did. He was very quite child always minding his business and he still is", her eyes glistens as if she is reliving those days.
Her words catches my attention.
Why did Elder Mr.Remington asked Charlie to take care of Nick when Elora was there.
And who is this elder Mr.Remington?
I don't think she is speaking of Nick's dad, because he was never in military.
Is she speaking about Marcus Remington, Nick's grandpa?
Why did Charlie take care of him when Nick's dad and mom were present?
I don't think she was just a nanny to Nick. And on top of that Nick doesn't look a bit like Elora.
"You don't have to know all that", she comes back to her usual glaring state. "What you have to know is, hurt him and you will face my wrath", she grits her teeth almost making my pulse to spike up.
"Charlie why....why do you think like that?", I try to speak normally but my tone stutter.
She fixes me with a stern look. "You think I don't observe your behavior? You don't care for him, forget about love. He is working non-stop and skipping his dinner from a week but you don't even know that", saying that she stomps out towards the kitchen with her plate.
I just stare at her back for a moment before I blink and her words starts to make sense.
Nick is skipping dinner from a week?
Maybe he eats outside!
But Nick always used to have dinner at home.
Whatever I don't care whether he eats or starves himself. But atleast I have to act like I care for my husband for this three months. Atleast infront of Charlie and his parents. For my sake.
Next day, Elena and I decide to have dinner in one of our usual restaurants.
I informed Charlie to have her dinner by herself as Nick will not be joining her. He usually return around middle night.
"So, Are you taking good care of my little fairy", she motions towards my stomach.
My mind relaxes instantly thinking about the little life inside me. I place my palm on my flat belly. I have been doing that with every chance I get.
Just feeling my baby.
"Well, I feel my baby is doing good", I answer with a light smile staring at my belly.
It all seems unreal even now as if all this is not happening to me but to someone else.
I should be scared shitless about this baby. But that's not happening with me right now. Yes, I have anxiety and nervousness regarding the wellbeing of my baby. But I'm not scared. I think it's just a natural feeling for a woman who is bearing a child.
"I don't even have severe symptoms of pregnancy you know?", I stare at my friend. "That's why I couldn't find out during the initial stages. Apart from slight nauseating feeling now and then I can't pin point to any major changes right now", I tell her.
She gleams mischievously at my plate, "What about your sudden love for sweets, huh?"
"Hey, don't cast your evil eyes on my food. My baby will not like it", I glare playfully at her covering my plate with my hands.
"Someone is being all mama-bear on their child", she raises her brows in mock.
I snort at her remark stuffing my mouth with sweets, "if you think I'm mama-bear then you are yet to see the real one".
"Who is that?"
"Charlie. You know her. Nick's cook more like his mama-bear. I can't even raise my voice at him, she starts to warn me through her big eyes", I roll my eyes.
"What?", she laughs. "The mighty Mr. Remington has got a mama-bear. It's literally funny. I can't even imagine that scene. Nicholas being all cute baby and cuddling with Charlie", she chuckles as if reliving that moment.
"It's true though, if by any chance Charlie wore a saree then I bet Nick would have followed her like a lost- baby holding her saree end", I howl with laughter but soon it comes to an end seeing the last man I expected to see.
I instantly switch my worried gaze to Elena who is still laughing. As if sensing the presence behind her she raises her head and stares at me with fear written all over her face.
I nod at her silently confirming of his presence through my eyes. She stops eating and packs up her bag quickly while I do the same. But the person is quick as he reaches us with his usual charming face with a woman clinging to his arm.
"Samaira. What a surprise?" he extends his hand in the form of greeting.
"Liam". I shake hands with him.
My attention is still on my best friend who is staring at her mobile with uneasiness.
"Who is this lady, Lee baby?", the fake-bitch slurs beside him.
Forgive me for my language. But she is indeed a bitch. I hate people addressing a grown up man as a baby.
"She is my sister-in-law", Liam says in a smooth tone which catches Elena's attention. As she finally looks up from her phone.
Without waiting for the further show I drag Elena by her arms and try to drag her our of the place.
But Liam catches her wrist and stops her.
"Won't you say hello to me, dear fiancée?", he asks with a smirk.
"Ex. I'm your ex-fiancee", she grits her teeth trying to wiggle free from his grip.
"Ex?", he snorts with a menacing look. "How is that possible if we didn't end our relationship four years back?".
She is stunned for a moment before she bites back at him. "Doesn't matter now. It was four years back. I don't want to visit those bitter memories".
That makes his anger increase by ten folds as his grip on her wrist tightens.
"Bitter memories?", he laughs like a maniac. "What about me, whom you left stranded at the altar on our wedding day?".
She gulps as a look of pain crosses her features but soon she puts on her bold facade.
"It's in the past now. And I don't even regret my decision of ending that sham of a marriage with a person like you", she throws a disgusting look at the fake-bitch who is standing there with an irritation on her face before she snatches her hand from his grip and strides outside.
Liam's face turns red in anger as he glares at her back. I say a quick bye and follow her out but she has already left.
Something or rather someone catches my attention as soon as I step outside the restaurant.
It's Nicholas. My husband. He is in his suit that he wore morning and he is leaning casually on some random cab while talking with some lean and tall woman who is dressed modestly, her dress completely covering her skin. His face is serious like he is scheming some important plans.
I stand there rooted to my place as my breath knocks out of my lungs. This can't be true. Nick...what is he doing at this time with a woman? I can easily tell that she is not someone who is his employee but seeing the level of closeness they both share, they seem like they know each other very dearly.
Still speaking to her he opens the cab's door and waits till it moves, that's when his stormy eyes fall on me.
He seems taken aback for a moment. He stares at the cab and back at me. Finally realizing that I have witnessed the entire scene he starts walking towards me. But i am quick as I enter my car and drive towards his bloody mansion quickly.
I can see his car behind mine. He is driving by himself as his driver is not with him.
I snort.
Ofcourse. Mr. fucking husband don't want anyone to witness his other side.
Damn that Charlie and double damn me for believing that he is working late at night by skipping dinners.
He is enjoying his nights with women by doing God knows what.
I apply brakes and barge inside and try to control my anger sensing Charlie cleaning the main hall.
"Samaira!....", Nick's annoyed voice reaches us making Charlie snap her gaze towards us.
He stops in his steps seeing Charlie and throws one of his usual charming boyish smile at her.
"Nick, you are home today. I guess you finished your work early", Charlie greets him with a warm smile.
Yes, he finished his damn business with that woman.
"Um..Yes.. I came back early", he answers his eyes fixated on me.
"Did you have your dinner?", She asks worriedly.
"Oh! Don't worry Charlie. Nick had his dinner in the restaurant. In fact I saw him eating like a buffon with his lady- friend", I stomp upstairs saying that, not quite waiting to see their reactions.
I throw my bag on the couch and cross my hands waiting for him to show up.
I hear loud bang of the door behind me before angry footsteps approach me.
"What was that for?", he roars in anger.
"Why don't you answer me first. Dear husband", I turn towards him with a mocking smile.
"Was that woman from earlier your first wife?", I raise my brows.
He doesn't answer. He stands rooted in his place. Infact for a second he seems taken aback before a light smile grazes his lips and soon it converts into a full blown laugh.
He throws his head back and howls with laughter.
"What?", he tries to mask his laughter seeing my serious face but fail's at it miserably.
"First wife?, Seriously? where did you get that idea my wife?", he taps my nose.
Does he think I'm joking right now?
I look up to meet his eyes and I take slow steps towards him still crossing my hands. His smile leaves his face realizing the no nonsense look on my face. I take a deep breath before I start speaking.
"Listen Mr.Nicholas Remington, As a woman, I can tolerate anything in this relationship but not the involvement of the other woman between us. I will never stand at the corner and watch you tarnishing my respect behind my back", I stress every word.
Yes. I know I agreed for this marriage for my benefit but that doesn’t give him rights to walk over my dignity. It's the least he can do for blackmailing me into this arrangement.
And I did tell him about my pregnancy. It's his fault he didn't believe me.
Really Sam?, now you are blaming it on him?
"And don't think I'm being prideful, it's my dignity speaking now", I stare at his stoic face.
"At any moment I sense you are not being loyal in this relationship, I will walk out of this marriage at the same time. You cannot stop me then even if you send an whole army behind my back", I raise my chin up glaring at him.
"I think I have made myself clear now", I straighten my shoulders and turn back to leave with a final look at him.
"Hello Mrs. Remington", his throaty voice stops me at the door.
"What?", I mutter holding the handle tightly. The entire atmosphere changed within a second with just one look into his stormy gaze.
A moment back I was in complete control of the situation but now it has been reversed in a blink of an eye.
"Patience please", he smirks his gaze darkened as he take slow paced steps in my direction.
My mind is screaming at me to run away. The beast in him has been awakened and he will not rest until it will be satiated.
"One minute back", his raspy voice vibrates in his room. "I will repeat it, just one minute back you were behaving and ordering me like a perfect wife, now within a moment you changed your manners and trying to run away from me", his smirk intensifies with each word.
"Is it fair sweetheart?", he grins devilishly.
"Look. I didn't order you to do anything that's not expected from you. I just asked for your faithfulness in this marriage. that's all", my voice shakes this time with his growing nearness.
God! What's wrong with me? just now I spoke the same sentences like a reporter now why can't I repeat that again?
"Oh! Is it?", he takes a step forward as I tighten my grip on the door.
"There is nothing else, huh?", there is a teasing look on his face as he speaks.
"Nothing at all?", he mutters as I take a step back ready to run.
"Am I supposed to believe that, sweetheart?", my heart races against my ribcage.
"Aren't you the jealous one here?", he smirks still walking towards me.
"Look, d..on't.. don't come forward", I stutter like a damn fool which only increases that smug look on his face.
"Arey, what's this? Are you inviting me near you or you are warning me, sweetheart?"
"Enough Nick. Just let me leave from here".
"Just look at my hands", he raises his hands mockingly. "I can't see where I'm holding you from leaving".
"Look, Nick", I snap at him but I'm cutoff by his words.
"Even I'm looking. I'm seeing this from the day we married, still how many days you are going to behave like this?", he asks rudely.
"Behaving like what?"
"Like I don't exist in this room", but this time my anger intensifies listening to his tone.
"Till my heart pleases, dear husband",
I roll my eyes mockingly at him. He is the one who is not coming home from the day we entered his apartment and now how dare he to blame this on me?
"Look, stop pestering me. It doesn't work on me. I'm leaving from here", I take a step outside before a harsh grips tugs be and my back is being pressed to a hard chest.
My heart races at the speed of lightening as his manly scent engulfs me. I can't even try to get away from him as his warmth surrounds my back.
"Sam, I'm your husband. I have tied the knot with you. It's common to have fights and misunderstandings between husband and wife", his warmth touches my cheeks as he continues speaking unaware of his effect on me.
"You just left me there without waiting for my explanation and even now you are being stubborn for no reason".
And that catches my attention. As I speak still my back pressing against his chest.
"No reason? really how much more delusional can a man be?", I sneer at him with pure contempt as I continue.
"Yes, I'm stubborn and I will keep on being stubborn till I wish. What can you do now?".
"Are you not ashamed about getting caught by your wife, while being with another woman?", I turn my face sideways glaring at him. Our faces only a few centimeters apart.
"I don't even know how many side-kicks you had right from the day we married", I scoff with anger.
At one moment I'm standing with my back facing him and at the next he turns me around like a ragdoll with my chest glued to his front as I stare at his raging eyes.
"Shut up", he growls.
"Stop right there. It's enough...", his strong arms wrap around the back of my waist as my breast glues to his chest making me shiver
"Nick...just what the hell are you doing? Leave me", my eyes widen in panic.
"Shh...", he places his thumb on my trembling lips pulling me onto his chest "You have speaken enough for today. Just stop for a moment and let me speak now", he growls lowly initiating some kind of strange feelings in me.
"You...You let me go", I wiggle in his arm but he tightens his grip.
"No. You will stand still and listen to me now", he orders authoritatively, the same way a Remington should speak, in a pure business tone.
"You are the first woman in my life and the only one I have touched intimately in my whole life", he lowers his tone and whispers it near my ears.
My breath hitches at that.
First woman?
What the hell does he mean by that?
And he has never touched me intimately!
"Infact you are the only one whom I want to touch", his fingers rub my lower lips as he speaks, "kiss", his finger trail down to my jaw and he massages my skin there, "and fuck, at the same time Mrs.Remington".
"What...why are you telling me all this?", my skin heats up under his gaze and a weird sensation crawls up my skin...no it's not a repulsive one. It's almost like I want to stand here and listen to all his crude words and to enjoy his touch.
God. What the hell I'm thinking?
Just get the hell out of this situation. think Sam, just think something.
"I don't care whom you touch or whom you kiss", I quiver in his hold.
"You can just go and make a dozens of ugly-babies with that witch", I say remembering that woman from the restaurant.
"No no, wait. You can make tons of monster-babies and follow that witch to hell for all I care. I .....I don't give a damn".
"But for heaven's sake leave me out of this", I stare at his gleaming eyes.
"But you are the only one I need Mrs. Remington".
Saying that he crashes his lips on mine.

Next update::-7/12/2023

This chapter had 3330 words I can't give u a chapter bigger than this.
Write a comment ...