Chapter Fifteen

When he saw her walking in the washroom. He trod toward the closet and plucked dark turmeric color puffy half sleeves gown and matching high heels. Putting it aside, he selected a yellow sapphire necklace and earrings for her. He paced back in the room and put her things on the glass table. He locked the door. It had been past ten minutes. He hadn't heard the sound of shower. He tightened his jaw. He strode inside the washroom. His mouth opened in surprise. He was gawking at her, tugging a smile on his lips. She was sleeping in the washroom. Corners of his lip lifted up in a huge smile. He had not seen someone like her who loved sleeping this much that wouldn't mind to sleep in a washroom.
Stopped in front of her, he hunched forward and reached out his hand to touch her. His guests would be coming to the dining table at any time. He clenched his hand and stepped back. He turned on the shower. She squealed and jumped. He smiled watching her but immediately hid it behind a scowl. She was blinking her eyes at him like a doll. She was looking cute and hot under the shower. He roamed his eyes on her body and stopped on her trembling lips. He cursed. Water was cold. When it was pouring hot water, " Ten minutes. " He fixed her with his glare. She nodded quickly. He didn't want to break his promise again. He swiveled and paced out of it.
He moved his eyes from his laptop to his wrist. Ten minutes had passed. He kept the laptop aside and got on his feet. His eyes fell on her. She was already standing near the bed, draped in a cream towel. Her cream silky skin was matching with it. He shook his thoughts away. " I'm not your business deal. Next time, I need an hour for a bath. " She said to him, grabbing her dress.
" For bath or for sleeping in the washroom. " he taunted.
" I told you to give me five more minutes. " she whispered.
" My friend is here with his wife." He strode at her. She was struggling with her zip at the back of her dress. He smiled. He did it intentionally.
" I'll comport myself with dignity if you'll not glare at me and scare me with your glares. " She whispered, turning to face him.
He creased his eyebrows, " Hm, " He nodded, " Ten minutes. " He whispered, gesturing at the mirror.
" More than ten minutes. " She mumbled and trudged her feet.
He settled again on the couch and began to run his fingers on the keyboard. He couldn't take her out of his mind. He squinted at her. She was applying mascara on her long eyelashes, making them more killer. She was looking graceful in every attire. His deadline was completed. After combing her hair, She gave curls to the end of her hair. Her lips were like rose petals, big brown eyes under thick lashes, her cheeks were shading light natural pink. She was slim but there was a natural glow on her face. His desire had permeated so thickly that some sort of wildness inhabited him. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her turmeric gown molded to her body. His eyes were fixed on her, hard to remove away from her. Vibration of his phone drew his attention. He cursed under his breath and thanked it at the same time. He peered down at it and rose on his feet, " Ready, Amiya. " He asked.
She spun and hurriedly picked her heels. After putting it on, " Ready, " She replied with a smile.

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They were in the living room. His left hand was on her lower back. She was standing near to him and her right arm was touching him. They warmly did handshake, " She's my wife, Amiya. " He said with a smile.
" Mia, He's Michail Godunov and his wife Mrs. Svetlana Godunov. " Ethan said.
" Hello, " She smiled and waved her hand at them.
Michail Godunov had the same height as Ethan, but Michail was in black suit and had a broader shoulder. He had a light trimmed beard and brown eyes and black hair. Svetlana was in a red gown. She was a tall and black hair girl. Both were making a beautiful pair. Michail's hand was on his wife's waist. They were looking like a happy married couple.
" Hello, let's go with Lana. " Svetlana extended her hand with a huge smile.
She took her hand, " Sure, " She smiled gleefully.

After introduction, they settled down for breakfast.
All eyes were on her. She was lost in glaring her plate. She hated pasta. There were some vegetables in it. She was separating pasta from the vegetables. She knew her promise that she made to him. She didn't renege on a promise. She was eating vegetables ignoring pasta. Her eyes darted on her husband. There was a little small on his lips. His loose fist was lifted up to his lips, his thumb was on his chin and first finger under his nose. It seemed to her as he was posing for his photoshoot. His eyes followed at her backside and quickly back at her. She looked to the other side and the maid removed the pasta plate and it was replaced by some cooked vegetables. Surprisingly, she glanced back at him. He was eating and discussing his business with Michail. She ate in peace and tried not to listen to their conversation. She glanced up at Lana. Her full attention was on her food. She tried to do the same. She thought to learn some skills of survival in this world from Lana. But she wasn't assured that she would open the secrets for her or not. She wanted to know the method to escape from his world. She was doubting it as Lana would know any trick, form, she wouldn't be sitting in front of her. She ate her food with several options running in her brain and nothing was helping her out.
Lana asked her for a walk as their husbands were busy in their business. They were walking without exchanging a word. In reality, she didn't know how to make friends. She had one unique friend her entire life.
God knows what kind of business he does. She thought.
" Hey! How did you get this? Did your husband..." Lana asked, looking at her marks on her wrists.
" No, " She did not allow her to complete her thought, " Someone kidnapped me. Ethan saved me. '' She told her and managed a smile to prove it another true of her fantasy story.
" You look upset. " Lana asked.
It wasn't what she promised Ethan, " I'm missing my brother. " She told her. This wasn't part of her created story, " Well! How did you meet your husband? " She asked with a smile, " I could say it's a love marriage. " She asked with a smile.
" Of course! It is. " Lana blushed while talking, " We met in a club. I was with my friends. He bought me a drink. " She said to her, blushing.
" Did you accept it? " she eagerly asked.
" Of course, not. " Lana giggled.
" Was he upset? " She asked.
She wanted to be loved which wasn't possible after being married like this. Her smile disappeared. She shook her head and fixed her lips with a fake smile.
" No, he abandoned his troop and asked me to have a dance with me. He was looking so handsome. I couldn't say no to him. After that we started dating and here we are. " She smiled.
" That's so cute." she said.
" Tell me about you and Ethan. " Lana asked.
" After marriage, I've been dehydrated more than twice. He chose my dresses and jewelry. First time I saw him, when many luring eyes were on me and he almost rescued me from that hell. " She smiled, ( To drag me in this hell- she called it in her mind. ) " I don't have much to say. I can say, Ethan is caring. It's just the beginning of it. I promise, I'll explain to you everything when it will be more than three days. " She smiled.
" Oh, I'm glad to talk to you. You are so real. " Lana smiled and rested her hand on her hand.
They talked more and tried to know each other. From Lana she realized that Ethan and Michail are childhood friends. They are partners in many contracts. He was also a gangster and right hand of Ethan. She was puzzled as she was not getting it how could Lana be happy being a Mafia's wife. Then, Lana told him that he loved her and she too. It was all about Love. Which she would never experience between her and Ethan. He had already spoiled everything forcing himself on her. She would not feel like a normal happy couple. She was using her words carefully as her one mistake would put her in trouble. She wasn't strong after devastating to take more barbaric things from him. Her brother's deception had shattered her brutally. Instead of her thought, she was concentrating on Lana and was listening to her with a smile. At least she had someone with whom she could talk and feel normal.