My Husband is a Mafia

Why Do I Care?

Devika's Point Of View:

I froze in my position as she shook my hand. Ranveer had a girlfriend.

"Your name?", She asked with a smile.

She had long brown hair and a beautiful face. She wore a red dress which completely showcasted her beautiful figure.

"Devika.", I said with a small smile.

She left my hand and walked up to Ranveer.

"I can not believe Prince Charming that you got married!", She said in a mock angry voice.

He pulled her by her waist towards himself with a mischievous smirk and said,

"Forgive me, darling. ", I felt a tinge of jealousy inside me looking at them.

"Forgiven.", She said as she pulled him into a deep kiss.

I stood staring at them as I felt extreme hatred towards that girl Aarti! Just then it struck me, why was I even bothered? She was his girlfriend and I was his liability. He would throw me away when he is done with me. I inhaled a sharp breath as they parted.

"Oh! I'm so sorry.. you were here.. I hope you don't mind. Do you?", She asked as I nodded into a 'No'.

What a lie! I will mind if someone will kiss my husband! I wanted to kill her but then, I could not.

"Where is everyone?", Ranveer asked her as she replied,

"They called off the meeting today. After all not everyone wants to witness the kiss between the Mafia king and his queen.", She said. Their faces stood only inches apart from each other. I wanted to pull him away from her.

I drew in another sharp breath.

"I must leave now, Aarti. I have a business meeting to attend.", He said sadly as she nodded.

"Fine, meet you soon.", She said as if he was going away forever.

"Yes..", he said sadly and finally turned towards me.

"Come on.. let's go.", He said as both of us walked out of his secret spot.

"You look as if your mood is very bad.", He asked as we sat in his car.

"No. I do not know why you think so.", I said looking away from him.

Of course! He expects his wife to be very happy knowing that he has a girlfriend.

"Fine. I don't have a problem if you find solitude more comfortable.", He said as if he was dejected.

"Yes.", I said as I fumed with anger.

Wait! Why did I bother about that man who is so very insensitive?! He doesn't even realize that no wife in her senses would like to meet her husband's girlfriend!

"Devika..", he said softly as I immediately shot back at him,

"What?! You think it is cool to show your wife how much you love your girlfriend?!", I immediately regretted my words as he looked at me in shock.

"Umm.. fine. I mean it is okay. I am not showing you anymore.", He said and looked away.

Damn you Devika!

"No. I-I mean that like it is not quite cool to show off your girlfriend to your wife. I mean I feel bad!", I confessed as he looked at me with a raised brow.

"And why so? You are my friend, she is my girlfriend. How is that affecting you?", He asked as I realized that he was correct.

Why did I even care? He was not my lover.. not really my husband. We were married because it was a forced marriage. We did not have a choice.

"Tell me, why do you feel so sad about it?", He asked looking deep into my eyes.

But the answer to this even I did not have.

Why do I care?

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