Swipe Of Love

8

♕ W A L I D P O V ♕

I looked out of the airplane window, thinking about her. She has not changed. Just like the last time, I could not keep the excitement that was building up inside me. After fifteen years, I was finally going to meet mi amour and my son.

"Please, have your seatbelt on, sir. We are preparing for landing," the pilot announced.

I put on my seatbelt and waited for the plane to land. After the plane landed, I unbuckled my belt and started to head out, grabbing my coat along the way. The door opened, and the News reporter and paparazzi flashing their cameras greeted me.

"Mr. Khan, who is your wife?" one asked.

"What happened between you two?" Another one questioned.

"I'll let you know everything when my wife and I are ready to release the information," I replied.

"Mr. Khan? Mr. Khan!" They all started to call me at once.

I turned around and waved at them. Next to me, one of my bodyguards walked, and two behind me. Brock opened the door of the car, and I got in. It started to drive toward my hotel. I had one SUV in front of me and two behind. Once I arrived at my destination, I got out of the car and headed straight toward the hotel. After Jack handed me the keys, I got into the elevator and took off my coat.

"Have my car ready in 10 minutes. I'm going to the Singh Inc. party," I ordered, placing my coat on my arm.

"Yes, sir!" He nodded his head.

I entered the room, heading toward the bathroom. I freshened up and dressed up in my new suit. Grabbing my phone, I began to check my messages until a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

"Boss, the car is ready," Jack informed me.

"Okay, I am coming," I turned my phone off, putting it in my back pocket. I grabbed my watch before heading out the door.

I was already bored, and I have not been to this party for five minutes. This person needs a lesson on how to make a party the best party in the world.

My phone started to ring, and I looked at the ID. It read "Private Number."

"Excuse me for a couple of minutes, gentlemen," I gave them a tight smile.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mr. Khan. I see you're trying to bring your wife back again." A male voice spoke.

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

"Tsk. Tsk! You made a wrong move Mr. Khan. Trying to bring your wife back will destroy the only family you have," he threatened.

"Who the hell are you?!" I yelled.

"That's for you to find out, Mr. Khan. Moreover, I promise you; we will meet soon. Very soon." He promised.

"When you show your fu&ken face, I'll be ready, you dirty fucken b***h," I growled, clenching my phone tightly.

The line went dead. Whoever you are, I will find you, and that is a promise. I turned around, bumping into a small figure. Before that person could fall, I quickly grabbed her by the waist. I looked down at the person, making every single muscle in my body freeze.