✨ Confession? ✨

Abhimaan

This girl, I tell you is stubborn and what not? She resumed her work right after one week of the incident. I asked her to do more rest but she refused. And when my denial didn't work on her, she took permission from the headquarters, I mean Mom and Dad.

And they barely knows about her puppy eyes game and there she is, working and just working. It's been one month since I felt more trapped into the fear of losing her, the renovation of our NGO is almost done and we have been informed that there was a short circuit inside it which caused the fire. I shifted the children to one of our empty buildings making sure they and Kaka are safe until everything in the NGO gets done.

Right now, I was sitting in my cabin, barely able to focus on my work because the woman I'm married to has started living free inside my mind. Although she is busy with her meetings with the designers, I'm occupied with her thoughts.

I flipped over the pages of the file I was trying to concentrate. I overviewed the stats and let me tell you, Samantha is commendable at what she does. Her working techniques are very clear and precise. And her business mind is everything one needs to rule the market.

She is just complete in every way one could ever imagine for. I was engulfed in my own thoughts when my appreciation post got distracted by the knock on the door, "Yes....", I answered back only to see Dad coming inside the cabin.

I got up from my seat, "Dad....", he carried a smile on his face while I approached him to seat on the sofa taking a seat beside him.

"I have heard that you and Samantha is literally ruling the market. The shares are already shot up", he said with pride on his face.

"She is great at her work, Dad. You know she is just very stubborn when it comes to her work. Infact she is more workaholic than me....", I rambled and he nodded with a smile.

We talked for a longer time about the upcoming project when suddenly he said out of nowhere, "Abhimaan....", I stopped at his remark.

"Yes, Dad...."

"Are you happy with her?", he asked out of nowhere. His focus was on me, my eyes went down and I chirped at my lips only if I was able to hide my heated cheeks.

"Dad, I never knew what happiness meant.... Until I met her", I voiced out what I felt like.

It's been ages I have talked with him like this, we only used to have a conversation about what subject I'm interested in, which school I'm going in, what career I'm going to choose, what would be my higher education, which client's deal is better, which meeting is right now, etc.etc.

It's not like he haven't tried to initiate a valuable conversation like a normal father and son, may be I was too busy in holding onto my grudges.

He listened to me with patience, "Do you love her, Abhimaan?", he asked back, my heart flattered beneath his remark.

Something called butterflies battled inside me while I refused to mend words, "Dad....", I stammered.

"I know it's new to you and right now, I'm talking to you as a man to man. You are mature enough to let your feelings slide into your nerves so I just want to tell you that let it flow, Abhimaan."

He added while I listened to him patiently, "It's okay to fall for her, in fact if you are with the right person, they will never let you fall, Abhimaan. I have seen the way you look at her, the way you care for her, the way you are afraid to hurt her, the way you take stand for her, the way you keep doing things prioritising her. In fact, I saw you cry for her that day. I see it my son, I see it all", he mentioned, making my cheeks flamed in I don't know what.

Is everything so visible?

"Yes, Abhimaan. Your feelings for her are way too visible", wait, did I just hear Dad's words.

I received a soft chuckle and I couldn't be more embarrassed. "Pyar karne laga hai tu usse, Abhimaan. Tujhe Samantha se pyar ho gaya hai", Dad is just acting like Ruhaan.

"Tu apni dil ki baat usse bata kyu nahi deta?", he patted my shoulder.

"Dad....", I doubted saying anything more.

"Set your heart free, Abhimaan. Stop feeling caged because you feel it might get broken", I listened to his valuable words and suddenly I started feeling light.

May be I needed to hear that.

"It's okay my son. It's okay to fall in love. Let your heart speak this time", he added with a smile.

"But hear the voice of your heart before it's too late. She should know your feelings....", I nodded silently.

He sat for a longer time before he straightened himself to leave, "Abhimaan...."

"Ji, Dad...."

"Whatever it takes, never ever think of hurting her", he said with a seriousness in his tone and I nodded in response, he left after that.

Pyar karne laga hai tu usse, Abhimaan....

Abhimaan Malhotra is in love with his wife, Samantha Singh Malhotra....

My veins turned cold, my heart skipped a beat and paced faster than usual making me march out of my cabin. I took longer strides towards the conference room, "I have waited enough, Samantha. I want to see you. Now."

I could hear my own words if that barely stopped me from getting straight inside the conference room, "Mr. Malhotra....", watching me with a surprise on her face, I heard Samantha speaking formally.

Everyone shifted their focus to me, mine remained scanning one person. Her back facing the screen, she was wearing an Indian suit, her hair falling to her back leaving a few strands on her face. Her long curled lashed flashed through the screen as her face shined through it, she looked mesmerizing, "We will carry on this meeting after a while", Samantha spoke and everyone left.

When the room was finally empty, I shut the door behind me, "Abhimaan, what.....", I landed straight on her lips.

Whatever it takes, never think of hurting her....

Dad's words echoed inside me until I let my own realisation turn into my desire. I grabbed her waist making her sit on the table as she continued kissing me with equal compassion.

"Abhi....", she parted her lips and I didn't miss the chance to suck it and kiss her harder until we breathed heavily.

"I was missing you. I'm sorry but the meeting was running too long", I reasoned about my sudden appearance.

"Oh, I hope my boss doesn't mind ending the meeting in between", she chuckled softly. Her soft sound felt melodious to my ears and I looked at her with everything I was holding back.

I shifted the lock of her hair behind her ear, "Of course, not. Your boss would be happy to see you prioritising everything on track", she left a small laugh again.

"Now tell me why are you here? Just because you missed me?", she asked making a pouty face.

I leaned closer to her blocking her by putting both of my hands at either side of the table, "Latter is true but I have a better reason. I wanted to say something....", I rubbed the back of my head in nervousness while she played with my tie.

"Please continue...."

"Actually...."

"Hmm..hmmmm....", she waited for me to say.

"Dad.... Dad came to the office today", I spoke while I kept mending more words inside my mind.

"Oh, I couldn't meet him. What did he exactly say to you?", she rubbed her finger over my neck.

"Actually he said that.... Samantha, he said that....he loves you", wait, what?

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "I know that he loves both of us. But did he really come to say this to you?"

"No..no... He said that.... everyone else in the family loves....loves you....too....", God, help me with some better words.

"That's so sweet of him. I love them too", she made a pouty face for me to distract me more.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Ummm...."

C'mon Abhimaan, you can't confess your feelings to your wife on an office desk. Like for real, she deserves more.

"Actually I have some important work to look over. Can you join me at the dinner? I will be waiting at home", sorry, but I can't confess my feelings to her like that. I want to make her feel special in every way.

Wait!

But what if she doesn't feel the same for you?

So, I will wait for her however long it takes.

Okay, deal done!

"Dinner?", she asked surprisingly breaking me out of my own thoughts.

"The driver will drop you home safely. You can continue your meeting now....", I left a quick peck at her lips before saying, "Now, I'm getting late. It's very important. See you soon, wifey", and I almost rushed out, realising I really have to do a lot of arrangements to make. It's already 3 pm and I haven't even thought about how I will confess, how I can make her feel special, how I can make everything better for her.etc.etc.

Anyways, I will figure it out on my way. I will do whatever it takes to make her feel special, I just don't want to suppress my feelings anymore.

I want her to know how much I love her and how much I actually desire her.

I want her to know that she has occupied my mind, ruling my heart and what not? She is there running in my veins, flowing in my blood, shining through my eyes and what not?, Samantha Singh has own Abhimaan Malhotra like no one could ever.

And today, I will make sure to pour my heart at her making her know how much she means to me.

Just wish me luck!

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Samantha

This man, I tell you is full of surprises. I often doubt even if he knows what exactly is running inside his mind. I mean he literally barged inside our ongoing conference room and I had to end the meeting in between.

Because once I see him, I'm already lacking oxygen and he becomes the only one who can give me my life back. That's what has changed in these past few months.

The man I couldn't stand by for a minute is now everything I ever wanted. I have never been in a relationship with anyone. And not that because I never wanted it, it's just that I never had any feelings towards a man. But the day I met Abhimaan, things started turning upside down. My own emotions sabotage me when it comes to him.

I blushed harder at my own thoughts and couldn't flatter anymore. This man is something on his own but everything to me. Anyways, keeping aside my growing emotions, I was sitting in the car as he already asked the driver to drop me home.

"Baba, did Abhimaan tell you something?", I asked out of curiosity.

"No, Madam. He just asked me to drop you home safely", he acted like he was clueless, maybe he was but there is no other way I could ask anyone else do it's better to try your luck.

He asked for dinner but we always eat our meals together. What's new in that?

Is he going to cook?

He literally acted weird today. But isn't Abhimaan already is?

Okay fine, no harm to my husband. But no matter how much I admire him, you know what I mean if I talk about his mood swings. (Giggles)

"Madam, we reached home", well, I didn't realise that.

"Thank you, Baba. Take care. Goodnight", I smiled softly while the driver nodded at me in respect.

After getting out of the car, I marched inside the gate. No doubt, my heart is pounding like I will lose my breath anytime soon.

See, that's what Abhimaan Malhotra is capable of. Making you nervous just by walking inside the house.

Thousands of thoughts yet I managed to pacify myself as I approached the door.

"C'mon, Samantha, he just asked you to be at dinner tonight. Nothing more, nothing less", I took a deep breath before getting inside the mansion.

I closed the door behind me only to find the dark hall, the lights were off. So, I switched on the lights and absolutely found no one.

Then, I remembered that Mom has already texted me that the elders will be going out today as they are expecting to meet one of their relatives who is back in town although they will return by tonight. As Amaira and Armaan are also nowhere to be seen it means they are out too.

"Where is Abhimaan?", I thought inwardly.

"Abhimaan....", I called his name but there was no reply. My heart was jumping out of my chest and my eyes fell on a note on the table, "Waiting for you, wifey", it was Abhimaan's handwriting and it signalled me to our room.

I kept my bag on the table as I approached upstairs to our room. Standing at the front of our room, I twisted the knob of the door not before taking a long breath. The sight in front of was enough to make my jaw dropped, my eyes stuck and my cheeks turned into crimson red. The room was decorated with scented candles, balloons, few extra lights and rose petals spread over the floor. And it just looked beautiful.

Did he really plan all this for me?

I found Abhimaan in his usual formals except his blazer, he was wearing a white shirt, his sleeves were rolled up and a black pant was completing his look. His back was facing me and I found his body glued to his position. "Abhimaan....", I got inside and shut the door behind me.

He didn't move from his position so I moved closer to him, "Abhimaan....", he turned around to face me and there was barely a space left between us. "Samantha....", he said slowly and I was standing in front of him.

His eyes darkened, his eyes were focused on me and no matter how hard I tried, my heart was still beating fast. "Waited long enough, wifey? Didn't you?", he finally spoke, shifting the lock of my hair behind my ear just like always but his touch didn't leave warmth on my skin. It felt cold for no reason.

"For dinner....", he added.

"Do you like the surprise, Samantha?", he asked, a smirk plastered across his face.

I smiled awkwardly, "It's beautiful, Abhimaan. But why did you...?"

"You have done so much for me. Can't I do this much for you, wifey?", trust me, his smile felt unusual and my heart which used to calm down after watching him, paced faster than before.

"May I have a dance with you?", he approached me and ignoring every single thought which made my chest heavy, I gave my hand willingly to him.

He kept my other hand on his shoulder, his one hand on my waist as he started moving softly. There was no music playing in the background but the silence wasn't soothing at all. His touch sent unusual shivers down to my bones and I gazed at him trying to read his eyes. He twirled me around and our body hit each other again.

"You have no idea what you really makes me feel, Samantha", he whispered into my ears.

"How do I actually make you feel, Mr. Malhotra?", I just wanted to get lost in his world no matter what battle is actually happening inside me.

"You have given me the feeling no one else has the privilege to, Samantha. Every nerve inside my body stays occupied with you only....", I smiled softly at his words.

Mine too, Abhimaan. You are ruling over my heart like a king.

"No one has ever made me feel so lost yet founded, Samantha", he added as we looked at each other with some unsaid emotions.

Trust me, Abhimaan. You found me at the moment I was lost in my own broken self.

"Samantha, you made me realise what love actually is....", did he just say that?

Tell me that you mean it, Abhimaan. I'm dying to hear it from you. Tell me that you want me the way I want you. Just tell me, Abhimaan.

He twirled me again and this time, my back hit his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder, "And what is it- love, Abhimaan?", I blushed harder when I asked him this.

I felt his breath on my skin, his body stiffened behind me, "Betrayal....", the weight in his voice tensed up my body.

"The betrayal you did to me, Samantha....", I turned around abruptly to face him.

"Abhimaan....", I touched his cheeks trying to reciprocate his words.

"What are you....", his smirk intensified and it reminded me of the Abhimaan from day one. A cold one.

He chuckled this time, "Well played, wifey....", his words were giving me an unknown discomfort.

"Abhimaan, just tell me....", I asked nervously.

"Samantha, sometimes people are so lost in their own game that they even forget if they are actually playing or not", he said in a mocking tone.

"What?"

"But let me show you your own game, Samantha", I twitched my eyebrows at every single word. He then took out a file from his blazer's pocket which was kept aside on the table and handed it to me, the smirk didn't leave to appear on his face.

"Trust me, Samantha. I'm eager to know about your next move", he said wickedly. I flipped the pages in the file and my eyes widened in shock after what I read, "Devaansh Malhotra agrees to pay the substantial amount of 40 crores, clearing the debt charges against the property owned by Samantha Singh."

My breath hitched in my throat knowing what Abhimaan really interpreted with it. Logically, it wasn't a lie either. It was the papers which had the bank statement attached when Abhimaan's Dad cleared the debt against my cafe right before our marriage.

"Abhimaan, it's not what you think", I gulped the lump in my throat. I don't know how to make him believe in me but I can't tolerate his hatred for me. Tears started flowing down my cheeks knowing I would not be able to tell him the truth because of the promise I made to his Dad.

If he is hating me for this, he would also hate his Dad. And they have just started getting along with each other. I can't make him hate his Dad knowing that his intentions were always pure towards his son.

"Main chahta hu ki iss baare mea kabhi Abhimaan ko nahi pata chalna chahiye, beti. Woh mujhse aur nafrat karega. Aur main uski nafrat ke sath toh shayad jee bhi lu lekin uske bina nahi"

"Main Abhimaan ko kabhi sach nahi bataungi"

"Really? Then tell me how it is?", he chuckled and I noticed nothing but a rage inside his eyes. Dad has cleared the debt but on the terms that I will pay him back. And I'm working hard to pay him the whole amount but I can't make Abhimaan understand how our conversations actually happened.

"Abhimaan, listen to me once. This is not how it looks.....", I couldn't control my tears, fear of losing him was kicking me from inside.

"Samantha, I kept asking you since day one, is there anything you want to share with me? Is there anything you are hiding from me? I kept asking you. Every. fucking. time", he gritted his teeth in anger and threw the decorated table beside him.

I flinched back at the crackling sound of the glasses, my knuckles turning white yet I managed to stop him, "Abhimaan, please....", I tried holding his hands but he jerked it off as he despised my touch on him.

"I kept fighting with my own thoughts. Why will a girl agree to marry me who hasn't met me before? Who hasn't seen me before", his voice roared inside the room.

"But now I know, paisa insaan se kuch bhi karwa sakta hai", he laughed with tears in his eyes and the sight clenched my heart.

"Nahi, please. Abhimaan, please. Bas ek baar meri baat sun lo....", I broke down but that barely affected him as his eyes got even darker than before.

He moved closer to me and I found him clenching his fist at my words, "Tum ek baar mujhse paise maang ke toh dekhti, Samantha. Aise dus cafe tumhe de deta. Iske liye ek anjaan insaan se shaadi karne ki zaroorat nahi thi tumhe....", I clenched my fist tighter at the hem of my suit, nothing actually have the privilege of tearing my heart the way his words did.

He broke every piece I ever put together.

"You pretended to care for me and I was the fucking fool. I literally walked into your trap", he roared back rubbing his face in frustration.

"No, Abhimaan. I never pretended my care for you. Trust me, Abhimaan. It was all for real", tears flew down my cheeks knowing that there is no way on this earth he is going to understand me today. But my heart knows that I never faked a single feeling, it was all real. I actually feel for him.

"Jab shaadi hi jhoothi thi toh tumne isse sach mea kaise nibhaya, Samantha?"

"Sab jhooth tha, sab kuch. You fucking lied to me. You lied to me every single day, Samantha....", he shouted back throwing every thing he eyes out in the room. No matter how hard his words was breaking me from inside, I was glued at my position. His words which are tearing my world today have already broken his in every way.

"Abhimaan, we both know that the marriage didn't happen under the right circumstances but I didn't know that I will actually start caring for you. The latter wasn't a lie, Abhimaan. Please trust me for once. Please....", I tried holding his hand but he didn't let me as if he hated my touch on him.

"Chalo aaj tumhe saare bandhan se aazad karta hu, Samantha", he spoke slowly but enough for me to listen.

"Abhimaan, please....nahi...", I pleaded him with tearful eyes.

I noticed him flipping the file as he handed me a new paper. My hands shivered to hold it as even on my last day on this planet, I would let this fear of mine become true.

"Abhimaan, no....", ignoring my plea, he already handed me the papers. My heart resisted to look at it, my eyes refused to have a sight of it but today, it's just me and my refusals.

I saw his cold eyes then I looked at the papers holding tears inside my eyes, a few drops already flowing down my cheeks, "Div...divorce....", I stammered at my words, my feet trembled to stand on their own. My heart stopped beating making my world crumble just with an idea of it.

And it was the moment, I knew I had already fallen for him.

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