I cleaned up myself and reapplied my make up  in the washroom.  I was about to leave when Kristen entered the washroom in her short mini dress and high heels.  I never judge people but this girl gives me bad vibes.  I ignore her and continue my walking towards the door.

"You think you have Vihaan now?" she suddenly snarled.

"What? " I asked turning around.

She gave me a menacing laugh and smirked in my direction.

"Oh sweet little 'Rishi' you think he loves you! Don't you? "

"I think?  I know he loves me" I exclaimed.

I don't know why but this conversation wasn't  feeling right.  I was suddenly nervous my gut telling me to just walk away. But I didn't  leave.  I just stared there waiting for her response.

"Oh lord!  You are a typical Indian women who thinks their husband is god and can't make any mistakes.  But boy you are wrong"  She said leaning against the sink counter.

"You know what?  I'm  done listening your shit.  I'm not interested talking to you. Infact my husband will be waiting for me.  See you never? " I turned around to leave but again she said something which stopped me in my tracks.

"Oh god! Your husband doesn't love you my dear boyfriend's  wife!"

"B-boyfriend?" I stuttered.

"Yes,  dear boyfriend!  You do remember I came to  Vihaan's  house on your first night?  We were together for the whole night.  And you knew it!  You're  a fool to believe him when on your first night I slept with him"  Her tone was dreamy as if remembering that night.

A shudder of disgust ran through me as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I didn't say anything instead I was frozen in my place.

"Rishita Rishita!  How dumb are you to believe him.  He doesn't loves you my dear.  He loves me.  Do you even know how long we've  been together?  Our relationship was three years long and strong.  Until you came " her eyes
Showed nothing but hatred as she stared into my brown orbs.

"Do you even know how many moments  we've  shared?  Do you even know how many times we've  slept together?  Do you even know how many times he has kissed me?  They way he has touched me.  The way.... "

"Stop!  Just Stop!" I screamed as plain disgust was plastered on my face.

"You can't  hear this?  How are you going to hear about the bet? " Kristen as she took her phone out.

"Bet? What Bet? " I asked confused.

"Yess Bet. Rishita I heard you're  a lawyer.  You should be suspicious about everything right?  And you didn't  see the sudden change in your so called husband's  behavior?  You easily fell for his charms.  God you're  soo easy to get!  You're  going to be a very bad lawyer"

That was the time I lost it.  I went near her caught her hand soo tightly that she wriggled in pain.

"Listen miss bitch,  first of all you don't  know me so you don't get to judge me.  Secondly,  never and I mean it,  Never,  say anything against my proffesion. One more word and trust me you'll see what this lawyer can do! "  
I let go of her wrist and she rubbed the part where I had  caught her.

"You Bitch!" she spatted.

"Yess, a bitch,  but not your kind"

"Don't  get all 'I'm  soo great'on me.  You don't  even know your husband's truth"

"What truth?  He never lied to me!  I trust him"  I said turned around to leave when Alvin's voice boomed throughout the room. 

"The wife who wouldn't let you touch her."

"I can touch her whenever I want. I don't need your fucking advice," Vihaan yelled.

"Calm down bro," Akash's voice boomed.

"Is it so?" Alvin continued. "Two months! In two months get her to have sex with you, not forced sex. Sex by her will."

"What is this a bet?" Vihaan half yelled.

"If that's what you want. If she has sex with you within two months then well and good, and if she doesn't then I am going after her. I will sleep with her right in your bedroom."

I stood there  frozen as the words hit me like a wall.  This was a bet?  All of this? 

" I hope now you know the truth!  He doesn't love you.  He will and always love me bitch.  He's  mine! " And with that she walked out of the door with a satisfying grin on her face.

I felt numb as I recalled those words again and again in my mind.  He never loved me. It was all a drama.  A fucking disgusting drama.  And I was a fool to fall for his charms.  His stupid teasings. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at myself in the mirror.  My face was pale and my eyed were red,  not because of crying,  but because of anger!  I was angry at myself for being so easy. I was disgusted with myself right now.  I couldn't even look at myself right now! 
All my life, I've been hungry for love and care.  My parents never treated me well and when someone tried to shower me with love,  I get to know that it was nothing but a stupid act! 
I ran the tap water and washed my face scrubbing it hard to get rid of his kisses.  I washed my arms to get rid of his touches.  Once they made my heart flutter but now it disgusted me!  I angrily wiped my tears, took my handbag and ran out of the washroom and from the back door directly out of the hotel.  I didn't  want to see anyone.  I wanted to go home. I hired a cab and told them the address.  Have you ever felt hopeless and pathetic about yourself?  That what I was feeling. Kristen was right!  I will never be a good lawyer.  I couldn't even differentiate between true or false. 

Cab halted infront of the house and I paid the driver. I literally ran into the house and into our bedroom. 

Well!  That was a mistake.

  I had decorated  our entire bedroom with flowers and candles and on the bed lied my huge gift.  I was blinded my anger that I started crashing things around me.  All the flowers,  candles,  blankets,  vases were thrown on the floor by me.  I sat on the floor as uncontrollabe tears flowed down my cheeks. 

"Why me? " I screamed loudly.  "Why me? "
This room was making me nauseous,  this place was making me nauseous.  I got up and ran towards the bathroom to throw up my dinner.
I sat on the bathroom floor again and cried my eyes out.

After I don't  know how many hours, those salty tears stopped and I got up with a decision made.
I can't live with him anymore. No explanation can make this heartache less.  Like a robot,  I took a bag,  packed my things and went near the door.

Just then a very tired looking Vihaan entered the room. When he looked at me and then the room,  his expressions changed from shocked to worried.

Oh god!  This is going to be a long night!
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