Chapter 67

Part 67

Sam's pov..

I entered Mehta Heights and approached the receptionist, "Samaira ma'am hello," she stood up and wished me politely.

"Is Dad in his cabin?" I asked her about it, as I didn't know about it. "Just a minute," she excused herself and took a phone call as my gaze wandered here and there.

"Pranit Sir is in the conference room attending a meeting with the Kumars." She conveyed, making me nod, "Alright, I will wait in his cabin." I made my way towards the elevator.

Walking inside dad's cabin, I took a seat on the couch, leaning my head back. It had been a hectic day at the institute, and I wanted to talk with dad to tell him to arrange a family vacation. I was on my road to healing, and everything was going well, but I wasn't doing so well lately, and I badly needed a break from all the happenings in my life.

Taking a sip of water, my eyes fell on the photo frame on the table and my feet dragged me towards it; it was my photo with Rishabh bhai where he was pulling the cheeks of my 5-year-old grumpy self. I chuckled, taking the frame in my hand as my fingers caressed it.

Uh, I haven't talked to my brother in a long time; I need to talk to him and tell him to come to India.Placing the picture aside, my eyes caught the half-open drawer and something inside it.

I placed the photo frame on the table and then opened the door to see it, and my eyes widened with waves of shock washing over me.

What the hell?

I took the photos, and my eyes turned red in anger. Why the fuck did that bitch and my Veer hug each other? How dare he hug her? And how dare she even touch my man?

I would surely go beat the shite out of her, and what are all of these pictures doing in dad's cabin—oh, my God, what was happening?

"Princess wha---" I looked up as dad's sentence stopped in entence stopped in mid-sentence when his eyes locked on the pictures in my hand.

"What is all this, dad?" I asked, taking steps towards him. "Principles, this isn't what it appears to be,"He stuttered all the way, making me more angry.

"Why are you stuttering?" "What the hell is happening behind my back? You have to tell me everything." What if Veer and Jas -- urghhh, I should stop thinking about the scary possibilities because He was, is, and would always be mine? I yelled, getting angry.

"Princess Veer was trapped."

Flashback end..

Dad did tell me about how that bitch and her brother trapped Veer, and that bitch was behind giving me the trauma. I was shocked, hurt, and what not. From the outside, it may appear that I overreacted by leaving Veer, but I was hurt, and all of this was too much for me.

It was me, and I knew how much I suffered from the feeling of helplessness when those filthy hands touched me without my consent; I felt like dying, and damn, it was that b*tch behind all of them.

And when they trapped Veer, he chose not to tell me. I asked him umpteen times, but he was behaving like a stubborn ass.

He told dad, and I was glad and so thankful that dad helped him get out of this mess, but I still left Veer there because I needed time. I might sound childish, but I needed time for myself away from all the mess, so I became selfish and left Veer.

It wasn't like I was taking Veer for granted; I could never take him for granted because he is my life, but it was okay to become selfish sometimes.

It was my sixth day away from Veer and my family; I didn't talk to dad either because he kept everything from me as well.

I was staying in Shraddha's apartment with her, as she lives alone in Mumbai and her family lives in Australia.

He did call me, though I was busy giving him the cold shoulder.

"Sam "I don't want to intrude on your and your husband's affairs, but I guess you should talk to him about this now," she said, pointing to the card on the table and walking to the kitchen as I sighed.

I need to talk to him about it; it was my dream, and I was one step closer to making it a reality.

It's better to talk to him. I was done giving my man a much-needed punishment.

Grabbing the phone I dialled his number, and he answered on the first ring.Damn, so fast

Before I could even say anything, Veer barraged me with "Hey, how are you?" questions.Are you fine? Are you sleeping well? What do you think, baby?Are you going to institute Are you attending your sessions? "Say something, na."

"Give me a chance to speak," I voiced out, and I heard him take a deep breath, then sigh.

"I am fine and doing well; I hope you are fine as well," I calmly answered.

"No, I am not fine, not at all. You can't expect me to be fine when you left me here all alone. I am not fine. I am not sleeping on time, nor am I eating on time. This is bad. You are so bad." He complained without even caring how babyish he was sounding; with me, he was his true self.

And all I wanted to do at that point was hug him tightly.

"You left me here and it's been six days. You are happy and content enjoying yourself there, while I am here all alone." I was hearing him calmly; his voice was music to my ears, and the time was so cute, I wanted to pull his cheeks.

"Stop crying now." I knew he was crying; I could feel it as he was trying to control his low, soft sobs.

"I am not crying, okay?" He sniffed, and I held my laughter back.

"I know, Samaira, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you, but it was your father's plan, and I was just following it."Veer made his point, only to be met with a sigh from me.

"I am not talking with Dad as well, Veer. I just needed some alone time from you and Dad, which I am getting here." I answered.

"Baccha (baby), I want to meet you." Oh, his voice and the endearment were enough to make my heart warm.

These endearments might sound cheesy, but they gave me peace.

"I will be coming in the evening." And I hang up the phone.

Veer's pov..

Did I hear it right? Yes, she said she was coming. I squealed like a teenager, then cringed at myself.

Veer, you're so dramatic.

I guess I should cook all her favourites so that she melts a little. Running to the kitchen, I started preparing while glancing at the wall clock from time to time.

After sometime..

When I heard the doorbell ring, I jumped off the kitchen counter and dashed to open it; my girl had arrived.

"Finally," I grumbled as I opened the door, staring at my girl, who was dressed in a cream coloured crop t-shirt and brown wide leg jeans, her hair middle parted and clips adorning on either side, her face devoid of makeup and just a hint of tint shining on her lips.

She is so aesthetically beautiful.

"Let me in" She bre I was zoned out staring at her like a creep. I was seeing her after 7 days, and it felt like ages.

I moved back, giving her a space to step in; she closed the door behind her and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. I stood rooted, breathed heavily, and my eyes widened; surely this hug wasn't something I was expecting. I was expecting her to slap me, punch me, or yell at me, but she took me off guard. Damn it, my girl was back in my arms, my peace, my solace, and my home.

"Hug me back," I heard her muffled complaint, and I wrapped my arms around her tightly, "I've missed you so much," I confessed, kissing her on the cheek.

"I know, and I did too," she pulled back, staring at me, and the next second, her lips met mine and her foot was placed on mine as she tiptoed around me, kissing me passionately.ANOTHER SHOCK

I reciprocated with the same feeling, getting out of shock and cradling her face to get more access to her. My tongue licked the seam of her lips, asking for entrance, which she gladly accepted, letting my tongue enter inside to fight with hers.

We both moaned in need together as it got hotter with each passing second, and she tugged at my bottom lip harder before pulling back.

"Fuck it," I said, my lips on hers again, more passion and desire dripping from our gestures, and we stumbled and fell down on the couch, she on top of mine, her fingers threading through my hair while I drew her close with one hand on her arse and another on her waist.

"We need to stop baccha (baby)." I pulled back as we both breathed heavily. "No, we don't," she said, pressing her lips to my chin and dragging them to my jaw.

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