Billionaire's lost love

Chapter 9

Flashback

Six years ago

Mumbai India

Aditya's pov

Ah- the nerve! Flirting with my wife in front of me? No matter how impressive and profitable his deal is, I'm not going to accept it.

I had decided to give Alisha a medicine by making her my Secretary. I would order her around like a real boss and I know this will hurt her, after all she is a spoilt girl of a billionaire father.

But then before I could execute my plan this jerk, Jayesh came in my way. The way he looked at Alisha was enough to tell his strong feelings for her. He even hugged her and then if I would have told him that she is just my Secretary it would have given him a lot of free space with Alisha and I can't let that happen. So I introduced her as my wife. Ha! His face was worth of watching at that scene. The color drained out of his face and he looked pale.

During the whole meeting I saw him stealing glances at Alisha and smiling.

I said sorry, I can't. But I wasn't a bit sorry.

I walked out of the room holding Alisha by her arm, I can't let her be around that man anymore, can I?

A week later

Alisha's pov

'Ponk' 'ponk' 'ponk' here he started with his car music again. I think he really had a liking for that good for nothing car horn.

"Coming....." I shouted brushing my hair and making a chignon.

I took a last look of me in the mirror and hurried downstairs. I had wore my favorite pair of yellow glittery heals and a yellow flowing sun drees.

Many would think, who could wear a sundress in the office?

Well I do! I don't like those grey and black pencil skirts with white blouses, they wear. I love colors and work on my own accord.

But this man had made me force to do whatever he likes. I hate him for that! He is a real jerk.

'Pooooooonk'

Not again !

"Hey, stop doing that I am here. " I said while putting a finger in the ear hole.

I felt his gaze at me, moving from head to toe.

I quietly opened the door of the car and sat down next to him.

"You shouldn't be too horny...." I said and giggled and he frowned.

"Alisha today you are not coming with me to office. Go back to the house and pack the things, we are leaving for New York tonight. I will come at eight thirty in the evening and we will instantly leave, so be ready. "

"But why are we going to New York so suddenly? " the royal pain in ass. Hearing that he leaned towards me, his eyes became dark as he looked into my eyes. I smelt his intoxicated breath.

"For our honeymoon darling! " now it was my turn to frown. What does he mean by that?

Suddenly he threw his head back and started to laugh hard.

"Don't get your hopes too high wifee it's just a urgent business conference. Now just get out of the car and pack your things as well as mine! "

"No! I am not going to pack your clothes, help yourself Mr. Singha....gha...nia! " I said that to tick him off and it surely worked.

I saw his expression change into a angry scowl.

"Then be ready to rearrange the whole almirah of files of the store room. "

"W-what? Are you mad? " I looked at him and he had his smirk back on his face.

"No! I am serious wifee. "

Oh! So now I have no option left other than doing what he says? I really really hate him.

"Now get out of the car wifee, I don't have whole day to for fooling around like you!"

"Shut-up! " It was too much to handle. I walked out of the car.

And before I could call him by names which would give me immense satisfaction and him, the insult he deserves. He shut off the door close and drove off.

The bastard!

***

At last done! I thought as I sat down on the bed.

I have packed all my sundresses, jeans, a few tops and my night pajamas. It was almost 7:30 omg he is going to come back at 8.

Now I have to pack his clothes! Urgh-

I opened his room and it was nice. Blue colored wall, with deep blue curtains and the bed totally white. I looked for his closet which was walk in.

I went towards the suits section on the left and took almost six of them to pack them into his suitcase. Then I packed a few tee-shirt, jeans and phew! I was done!

Then I thought that why did it took me so much time to pack my clothes? And just ten minutes for his?

Of course I have spent almost half an hour to choose each dress I should take. And I really don't care what he wears.

Now I thought about his shoes, there were none in the closet.

Maybe he keep those somewhere else!

I looked around the room and saw a little cupboard reaching till my knees. 'Maybe he keep his shoes in there? '

I opened the drawer and peeked in, there were no shoes, a few medicines, torches, odomos and.....and, there was the thing I never intended to see. Condoms.

A literally threw the drawer close and ran back into my own room not bothering to switch of the lights.

Going back to my room a strange feeling gripped me. Obliviously he....had had s*x many times before but why.....why is it bothering me so much?

I shouldn't even think about it!

I tried to divert my mind by surfing on net. I searched about Aditya and the recent pictures of our marriage popped up! Obliviously they were leaked once, no media was allowed there.

There were a lot more pictures, I found as I clicked the image option in the upper right corner of google page.

The page was bombarded by numerous pictures of Aditya in parties with business tycoons and a few with girls.

As I watched them, I felt a known pang in my heart. A same kind which I have felt earlier during the search in the drawer.

I saw those pictures and most of them were with the same girl whom I saw in the party in yellow dress.

So, he has a girl friend all the way till now?

I remembered how he had left me in the party to talk to her. Suddenly I was angry, from all this time he was having a girlfriend? Still he met me? And even married me?

I was confused....confused and angry about what I think and feel about him? Was he really the devil of my story hiding in the shining amour?

***

Aditya's pov

'Ding dong !' I pushed the calling bell for the fourth time. What the hell she was doing inside?

Enough! I thought and went to my car to get the spare keys.

The door clicked open as I turned the key inside the hole. I pushed the door open and entered. The whole house seemed too quite, it was something unlike Alisha. She always keeps on shouting and making noises.

I took off my coat on the couch and sat down. "Alishaa-" I called her but no answer.

"Wifee-" I called again but no answer came.

Weird! I thought. Whenever I called her by this name she never keeps mum but crown me with a bag of names bastard....asshole and what not!

But this time she was too quite. Something was wrong. I instantly stood up and hurried upstairs to look for her in her room.

"Alisha-"

I called again as I reached the door of her bedroom.

Still no answer. I was about to knock on the door when I heard the sound.....the sound of sobbing.

Was she crying?

I no more bothered to knock, I slightly pushed open the door open and looked in.

And what I saw really broke my heart.

She was cuddled up in the corner of the bed as a ball gripping something in her hands tightly.

I moved inside the room and saw her gripping a photo frame and crying.

I don't know why but it was a heart wrenching seen.

Maybe, because, I was the reason behind her misery?

"Ali-" I called her lightly.

She jerked up and sat up on the bed still clutching the photo on her bosom.

She wiped away the visible tears from her eyes and kept the photo back on the bed side table. It was a family photo....her mom, dad she and her brother smiling at the camera.

Women!

Her parents just live a few kilometers away! If she was missing them, she could have went there and meet them.

It is really impossible to understand women.

I came out of the room and called my secretary Mrs. Shah.

It rang thrice and then she picked it up.

"Mrs. Shah please cancel today's flight and arrange for one tomorrow! "

"Alright Sir! "That was all she said.

I went back to her room and she was still sitting on the corner of the bed with a gloomy face.

"Wifee get ready.....we are going to your parents house tonight. "