His Replaced Bride

Part.5

Life is unexpected.

Unpredictable

Life plays unexpected games with you, in which you can't do anything. Sometimes it gives you heartbreak, pain, suffering, and sometimes it gives you love, care and respect.

That's what happened with Samaira.

At an early age, when her parents died, she lost everything. And she accepted that she will never be happy again because her parents are the biggest blessing, and she has lost them.

She accepted her pain. Her Suffering. Her loneliness.

But a month, everything changed again. But this time it's for good.

Maybe..??

She doesn't have to hear any taunts of anyone. She doesn't have to hear, what a burden she is?? No yelling, shouting or angry faces.

If marriage gives you this peace, then she is happy to be married. Her new family loves her. They have accepted her as their daughter-in-law. That day, she came to know how much they respected their culture and tradition.

Despite being the richest family, they still believe in relations and the bond of love.

She didn't have any contact with her uncle and his family. She had just heard that they left the city on the order of Indrajeet Rajvansh.

Everyone in this house fears him. Mom Dad is very sweet and loving. They treat her like their daughter.

Why not, she won their hearts by her innocent heart and pure soul. She also respects them so much.

It's been a month, but there is no sign of her husband Abhimaan. He left on the very first day angrily for his business and still has not returned.

Arunima told her that this was normal for them. As many times when he is on his business trips, he doesn't contact them. He is a workaholic.

It's evening, and she is making tea for her family. She pours hot tea into the cups and put some snacks also.

She went to the garden where everyone was sitting and talking.

"Dadaji, your sugar-free tea," she said, giving him a hot cup of tea. He put her hand on her head as a blessing. She lowered her head with a smile.

Samaira respects him but also fears him. This man made her broke every contact with her only family. Somewhere she is angry, but she is no place to show this.

"Always respect them and be the best daughter-in-law. I lost my respect because of my one daughter, but I know you are not like her."

These were the only words her uncle said when she met her last time.

She gave tea to Arunima and Gautam also. Arunima gave her a warm smile as always.

Only because of her, Samaira adjusts very well here. She never made her feel any less an outsider.

"You also sit with us," Arunima said. She nodded and sat beside her.

Indrajeet was asking about some business issues to Gautam and Arunima — Samaira was listening to them.

"Have you talked to Abhimaan??" Indrajeet asked, sipping his tea.

That's when Samaira's heartbeat escaped. She stopped playing with her bangles.

"No....he is still out of contact, but I have talked to his secretary. His work is almost done there, he will be returning soon," Gautam replied.

Samaira was instantly listening. They often talk about his hard work, his achievements. She came to know many things about him in this one month.

She is their daughter-in-law, but his wife???

That's the question, she always thought.

She entered her room after dinner and changed herself in comfortable wear. She took out her bangles and put them on the dresser. She wears her wedding chain always, as it's the custom. She touched it.

She glanced at the reflection of a huge picture of Abhimaan in the mirror.

His eyes hold dominance. He has a magical charm in his eyes. His straight posture defines the power he carries with him.

Without even meeting him, she felt intimidated by him.

She licked her dry lips and got up.

She has been married to him and still doesn't know him. Somewhere she wants to meet him, know him, talk to him but then she is scared.

I have nothing to do with all this mess.

His words still rung in her ears all the time.

She switched off the lights and slept with so many thoughts about her life.

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Abhimaan pov

It feels good coming home after a long time. The whole month was so hectic that I didn't get time to talk to my family even. Mom must be angry with me.

That's why I wrapped everything quickly and returned. They don't know about my arrival. It's 5 in the morning, I don't want to disturb anyone.

I entered my house, the whole house was quiet. Some of the staff were doing their job and wished me morning.

I was feeling very tired because of the long flight. I just want to take a long bath and good sleep.

I opened the door of my room and threw the coat on the couch lazily. I lied down on the bed for some time without changing.

My head was hurting already due to sleepless nights.

God

I need a strong coffee.

I was going to drift into sleep then I heard something. It was the sound of the shower. I opened my eyes and looked around.

It's coming from my shower.

Who could it be?

How dare someone to come into my room without my permission??

I started to feel angry in my already pissed mood.

I angrily walked inside the closet and bumped into something. Automatically, my hands encircled around it to hold.

I felt something soft.

Fragile.

And my eyes locked with the most mesmerizing eyes. She widened her eyes after realizing something. Her long lashes, black wet hairs were spreading all over her face and dripping water dropped on my hands also.

Her tiny hands were on my chest, grabbing hard for support. She was breathing heavily, I could hear her heartbeat.

She has a white and a wet neck. What, she is just in a towel.

What the hell?

She licked her dry lips, which I felt sexy.

Wow

Control

My mind screamed in my coming mode.

I felt her lowering her eyes and she struggled to come out of my tight hole. She looked up again like pleading with her eyes to release her.

Her eyes.

What?? Who is she??

And what is she doing in my room??

"Who are you??" I asked her. She stopped moving and looked straight into my eye strangely.

She opened her mouth but didn't come out. Her face turned pale.

"I don't like to repeat myself."

"Who are you??" I again asked in a low and dangerous tone. She shivered in his arms. She wants to run away from him.

She wanted to hide somewhere.

She can't face him just like that.

But she has to. She gathered her all courage.

"Samaira..." She whispered in low voice but enough audible to him.

It didn't take a lot of time to sink into him. He knew this voice. This voice was haunting him from a month.

Voice....he wanted to forget.

Voice...belongs to his so-called wife.

His f*****g replaced or a betrayal wife.

His eyes turned dark and his hold got tighten on her waist.

Her eyes got filled with warms tears and she understood.

He hates her.