5. Ilya Morozov

Ayaan Mukherjee's Pov

"Does Ilya know about it?" I got concerned when she started to cry like rivers.

" No, He doesn't need to know. We have already broken up and this child is solely mine."

She started to cry louder and hugged me. Now I am feeling sorry for her.

Poor girl, her lover doesn't know about the child and If her brother gets to know he will kill her lover.

What a tragic love story.

Suddenly, the gate burst open and guess who had come here with their entitled presence.

Talks about the devil and the devil's here. Morozov has graced us with his precious presence.

I could sense the flame of burning fire inside his chest. He is surely jealous.

Just look at the way he is glaring at me like he would tear my skin apart and feed on my heart for consoling his women in my arms.

After seeing his reaction. I started to caress the back of Inayat while she sobbed against my chest, unaware of the deviant present in the room.

He coughed to make her acknowledge his presence but guess what, she slipped into my chest more and hugged me tighter.

Oh god! The look on this man's face is devastating.

"Young mistress, sir has asked to see you." He said while gritting his teeths.

But she didn't move a single inch.

"She will come in a while" I told him to leave, which he absolutely didn't appreciate but he couldn't do anything and left the room.

I guess now I have to play cupid for this couple. So, the child could have a happy family, unlike me.

I don't pity myself but always have longed for a happy family.

"I guess, I will leave now" she said while removing herself from my embrace.

" You don't need to worry, I'll not tell your brother about this little secret of ours. But in return you can make him stay at least 5 kilometers away from me"

She laughed.

After she left, I got lost in my thoughts wondering even if my family would find me? Perhaps no.

Life has been like this only since I was born.

After my biological mother died while giving me birth, nobody really cared about me.

All they care about is their money and status. Due to their negligence I used to face many hurtful comments about my family in my school time but when I entered my college I changed everything about me, from my dressing sense to my family background.

I got myself indulged in drinks, smoking weed and one night stands.

In my three years of college life I made eleven girlfriends but none of them lasted. Either they get to know about my status in my family or just dump me saying I am not a good sport.

I was quite shocked when I got to know Inayat having my child and was quite happy about it too but I guess happiness is not in my lifetime.

That Little fetus which she claims to be mine, turned out to be someone else

And I got beaten up too for nothing. My body shivers whenever I remember the pain.

They didn't leave a single place in my bone to hit.

Bastards.

***

It was midnight and I was roaming around the mansion.

The mansion is hella big putted together with expensive and rare things

It is quite a definition of a perfect place.

"Ahhh..." did I just hear someone screaming?

It must be those assholes beating the shit out of someone innocent.

I followed the sound. I start to reach the sound as the sound gets more clearer and louder.

But wait a minute, this is maybe not what I am thinking.

I landed against where the screaming was coming. It doesn't sound like someone moaning but instead it looks like someone is screaming for help.

I pushed down the door and opened it whole.

My greatest mistake.

I saw yuvraaj groping a guy and fucking the fuck out of him on his study table..

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(I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT BUT DEAL WITH IT PLEASE!!!!~ YOUR PROBLEMATIC AUTHOR)

~to be continued