Chapter 26: 27. MY PROPERTY!

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Sejal's pov :

"What the heck are you trying to do you selfish pig? "I screamed at the top of my voice when I saw my husband throwing away the bouquet of flowers I bought for my friend.

"Mujhe to kabhi phool nhi diya tumne huh? " He asked furrowing his brows as he sat down with his grumpy face.

"Oh god Naman, they are for my female friend" I lied slyly

"You have a male friend? " He asked while gritting his teeth.

"God, why do you have to be so jealous and possessive over this? "

"And why won't I be? You are the most precious possession of mine"

"Ughhh, someone please shut this man's mouth"

"No way, you're not going, even if you are I'm going with you"

"No why? "

"Why not? "

"What the hell do you need to just shut up? "

"Your lips ma'am"

I couldn't help but get annoyed by his stupid flirts as well as laugh to myself seeing how possesive this man can be.

"I'm going now please" I said as I was about to leave the room, but his veiny hands caught my waist spinning me before pulling me close to his chest.

"Leave me you jealous pig, leave me Or I'll kick your balls "

"And how the hell do you think we will reproduce a cricket team if you do that? " He said before pulling me more closer.

Our lips were just inches apart and I could feel his orbs gazing at my lips as if it were some dish to savour.

I knew if I didn't kiss him, he wouldn't let me go and finish my work, so I placed a small peck on his cheek before pushing him on the bed as I made my way out of the room with a flustered face.

I knew once Naman gets to know about me going to meet Sahil and a few other old friends, he'll surely end up burning them alive. After all he's that one possesive selfish pig.

He never understands my point of view and starts grumbling on simple matters and if I try to make him understand he blurts out his anger on me. His only fault is he's over possessive and jealous for his loved ones, which can lead to misunderstanding. But who will make him understand that?

Now that I'm going to meet my male friend I wonder what he would think if he ever saw us together. But I'm just trying to meet up with my old friends of high school, I hope I'm not doing anything wrong. Or am I?

Grabbing onto my purse tightly I was looking forward to meet my friends sitting at the cafe. I had bought flowers and a few gifts as well. After all it's a reunion.

As I kept on looking for them someone tapped gently ony shoulder from the back.

It was none other than, Sahil.

Well, uhm I did have a crush on him during childhood and I knew he did as well, but unfortunately he left for further studies and I moved on.

To be honest , at present there's no spark between us because I'm already married and he's engaged. Moreover although it might seem as if I hate Naman, I can't deny the fact that his presence always makes me feel warm and loved.

Sahil pulled the chair in front of me and passed his enormous smile . He had a very happy and cheerful look although I didn't like his way of staring at me.

He gestured me to order something when I raised my eyebrow, asking him,

"Where are the others? Won't they come? "

He answered back, "they're basically busy at work and I just got to know in the morning, but I didn't want to disappoint you so I thought I'd come although I had office ".

" Oh no, why would you? Skip office? For me? You could've just—"

I answered but was cut off in the midway when his hands held my palm softly ensuring me ,

"It's okay, as long as you're happy" He smiled.

I held back my palm because I didn't much like his way of comforting me.

"So shall we order something? "

"Yeah, anything you like " Sahil smiled before excusing himself to pick his office call.

He returned back after a few minutes and sat down for a conversation with me.

"So where do you work now? I mean you wanted to become a professor in future right? " He asked

"Uhm, well I don't work since I'm married, not because my husband doesn't provide me with what I need but because I think I should provide time to him as well and try to understand him, since all of it happened so suddenly"

"Aren't you happy with this marriage?"

"I don't know really, I think I am but at some point of time i do have mixed feelings" I answered calmly.

"And what about your love life? " He asked  his eyes weakening.

"Uhm, I don't know " I answered with unease although I knew who my feelings where for.

All of my feelings were for Naman. No matter how much I despised him before because of the sudden marriage, I can't blame him either.

"I think for now my husband should be my first priority." I sternly snapped

"And what about me? " He asked tearing up.

"Sahi—" I was about to say when he cut me off.

"What about me who you loved before? Didn't you? Didn't you love me during childhood? Didn't you say that we two should get together? Then what now? The previous day you met me, you told me you weren't happy with this sudden marriage , then why are changing your statement now? Why can't you love me like you love your husband? Just say it once, that you love me, I will worship you "

He burst out before dragging me to a corner gripping onto my fist

"I think Mr Oberoi you should stay in your boundaries, he is my husband, and I am married,please get that stuffed in your brain. Besides feelings can change. I see you only as friend now and nothing is like before. You yourself are engaged aren't you? Moreover I don't feel the same for you th way I felt in childhood. Please stuff that in your nutlike brain. Besides I've got a husband to be worshipped by"

I spoke and slapped him hard trying to free my hand from his tight grip.

I was about to walk away when he pulled me closer to his chest covering my mouth with a piece of cloth that smelt weird. I felt dizzy and I could easily locate that I was being dragged somewhere unbeknownst to anyone around the care.

I was made to sit in a car, my eyes half open when I could feel my hands being tied up with stout ropes and my hair a tousled mess falling on my face.

My eyes soon started closing, blurring my vision as I struggled to move or make a noise. Finally I knew I had landed myself in deep trouble.

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Naman's pov :

I was tying up the laces of my shoes preparing myself to go to the office when I accidentally stepped on one of Sejal's anklet lying on the floor, leaving it broken as I stared in horror imagining my condition when she would get to know it.

But it wasn't my fault, even if it is

I'll buy her new a pair of these.

If that's what keeps her happy.

I picked it up and kept it on the bed and as I was about to settle down my eyes caught a small business card lying on the floor.

Whose card could it be?

I picked it up and my eyes raged with fire as I read the name of the owner of that card.

The label printed in black read, "tum reunion par arhi ho na? Please mana mat krna.

~ Sahil"

"Wasn't he that same ass fucker who ruined my and Sejal's date? "

That fucker asshole. I'll bury him alive today. How dare he send chits to my wife knowing the fact that she's already married?

Lemme go burn his ass. I smirked as I took out my tab trying to locate where my beloved wife was.

Well, yeah it was me who had put a GPS tracker onto her purse in such a way that she would never doubt me nor would she get to know about my stalking skills.

As I tracked down her location I quickly pulled out my bike following where she was going.

Her position wasn't stable and with each pace I'd increase in my bike, she would move more steps. At some point of time I felt that something was wrong.

She isn't a girl that chaotic who'd go around wandering in places, but rather a soft baddie with sharp words.

I rode off on the bike with full speed breaking all traffic rules just because I felt my wife was in danger.

Anything for her, even my life.

I glanced at the location once again on my phone this time, but to my shock it wasn't any mall, any building or any road, it was a goddamn ass factory. The screen paused all of a sudden and went black clearly emphasising the fact that someone had intentionally destroyed it.

What would she be doing in a factory?and how is it that the tracker got destroyed on its own? I'm sure someone's behind this.

A sudden jolt of thunder striked me as I remembered she told she'd be there on a date with her female friend. But in a factory? How strange? What if it's a trap?what if she gets injured. What if that that motherfucker Sahil does something to her? Or was I thinking too much.

Little did I know that my presumptions weren't wrong.

I took the chit out of my pocket and stared at the location stated on its underside.

“A coffee shop”

Whhy the freaking fuck isn't she in the coffee shop? I barged in and banged on the counter scaring away the customers.

“Where are they?” I asked my tone raging with fire as I knew if it was a trap, it wouldn't be one person involved.

“Who sir?”

“My wife? Sejal Naman Singhania and Sahil Ass fucker?”

“I do… . Don't know any of them sir, you're mistaken”

“Then why'd you stutter? Tell me motherfucker how much did he pay you? And where is my WIFE?”

“sir—”

Before he could utter anymore I pulled out the silencer from my pocket, my veins visible due to the increased fire flowing through my blood.

“Won't take me too long to reduce you and your ass shop into a shadow. Tell me, tell me before I shove these 6 bullets into your skull” I threatened.

“Sir, sir calm down, mae, mae batata hu” the man spoke, horror visible in his eyes and his hands trembling due to extreme amount of fear of being killed surrounded him.

“plan kya hae lawde?”

(What's the plan asshole?)

“sir, I really don't have much idea sir the only thing I know is your wife was supposed to be abducted from my shop”

“And the factory?”

“Sir mujhe… mu… . Mujhe koi factory ke baare mein nhi pata, the only thing I know is your wife was being carried away in a car by those men”

(Sir.. I… I don't know about any factory)

“Ruk saale tujhse to mae baad mein niptunga , pehle us kamine ka lawda kaat kar aya” I yelled .

(Wait you asshole let me go teach that motherfucker a lesson first)

I started my bike off once again this time racing like a professional, not because I was angry but because I was worried.

But for whom?

My answer will always stay the same, her.

I'm worried for her. If she's okay or not. After all, who wouldn't for such an adorable girl like her?

Everyone would I know, but she's my property. I'm her owner and so I won't bare any evil eyes on her.

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Sejal's pov :

I regained consciousness after three long hours when the first thing I noticed after opening my eyes was an old damp room where I sat tied onto a chair. It was a dimly lit and unfamiliar kind of a room with strange smells adorning its walls.

I closed my eyes again trying to stand up with my severe back pain as I noticed my hands had been tied up with a piece of cloth and my mouth tapped.

I looked up, only to see a puff of cigarette being inhaled in front of my mouth, something I disliked. The man standing in front of me took a long drag of smoke from his cigarette , its ember glowing in the darkness. He walked over to me and pulled the tape from my mouth allowing me to speak.

“kyu laye ho mujhe yaha?” I screamed, bawling my eyes out.

“Do you love me?”

“Answer me first Sahil, why have you brought me here?” I asked.

“DO YOU LOVE ME?” he screamed back at me like a psychopath.

“no”

“Would you like some spicy stuff then?”

“What?” I cried

“Yeah, some spicy game, I'll let you go after you satisfy me. Such a good game isn't it?” He started walking towards me, fear gripping my lungs.

He harshly grabbed my chin and forwarded his lips to kiss me, as I moved back and tilted my head as I started crying. He kept on moving his head to kiss me and I kept on tilting my head when a loud voice broke through the door as he tilted his head.

I looked at the man standing in front of me, my husband, not the old Naman, but a new one .

A black leather jacket with a boyfriend shirt , and a gun in one hand.

“touch her, I dare you” He spoke, blood dripping from his fists.

“well I suppose you don't know where your body will be the second you touch my woman? Do you?” He asked clenching his jaws .

“Where? ” the scared voice asked.

“In the crematory, burned alive along with those filthy hands of yours that touched the woman I worship.”

He eyefucked me.

"Then how would it be if I fvck your woman in front of your ey—"

He couldn't complete his sentence when he fell down groaning as large amount of blood started rushing out his body.

He had been shot.

By my beloved husband.

My beloved Naman Singhania.

He stood there gazing at a dying Sahil who was cursing him as he bent down to his level and inserted the gun in his mouth, desperate to shoot his last bullet.

He then came to my level and untied my hands picking me up in his arms.

“Leave me, leave me” I struggled.

“Shut it” He put his thumb on my mouth.

That's the last thing I remember. Because after all this I had fainted due to stress and when I woke I was in the hospital bed lying with my husband sitting beside me.

“Tum?” I didn't get the time to complete my sentence when he hugged me tightly, crying on my shoulder.

“Do you have any idea of how stressed I was?What if I wasn't there on time? ” He asked me as I found my place in his embrace.

“Hmm I know  I'm sorry Naman , but I never knew this would happen. ” I cried as I remembered how bad wives are treated when they make a mistake, but here's my husband crying because of me.

Why is his love so pure?

“It's okay, okay, don't cry. He's dead” He hugged me.

“But you—”

“Yes, darling I k!lled him, and I won't hesitate to do that to anyone if something like this repeats again.” he hugged me.

“But—”

I couldn't speak anymore when he switched on the TV, my mouth hanging in surprise as I stared at the breaking news.

“It is being reported that famous businessman and entrepreneur Mr Oberoi is broken at son , Sahil Singh Oberoi’s mysterious death  last night. His factory where he went for work had been burned in such a way that there isn't any evidence about his death. His body has been found in such a condition that it cannot be recognized. According to forensic reports he had shot himself due to madness and it was a confirmed suicide”

“ I—” I managed to part my lips when he went out of the room winking at me with his last words echoing in my mind,

“Abhi to shuruwat hae biwijaan, age age dekho hota hae kya”

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Okay so I updated really late. I'm sorry for that but actually I need to tell y'all something that i have got an injury in my spinal area. And like I'm unable to even get up from bed, but I decided to update just for y'all. It's only 2.9k words because at first I had deleted the chapter in google docs so I had to rewrite it. Hope you will understand. Anyways I'll be off for a few days. I hope y'all won't be angry. Just make sure to leave some comments and votes. I want y'all to just click on these icons :

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