Chapter 69

Part 69

"You are so beautiful, Miss." I smiled at the person who complimented me, then said, "Thanks, and it's Mrs." I showed my wedding ring.

"Sorry, my mistake."He let out an awkward chuckle. "I guess then I don't have any chances."

"Sure you don't, Mr. Parker," Shraddha answered on my behalf, then dragged me along with hers.

"That man was creepy damn," Shraddha exclaimed. "Babygirl, be with me and Pooja, your husband has strictly told us to take care of you." We'd been in Paris for 10 days, and Shraddha and Pooja had been with me the entire time, taking care of me according to Veer's instructions.

"Excuse me, I am not a babygirl. Are you okay?" "I am older than you," I reprimanded Shraddha, who just shrugged and said, "I return."

"Bitch, yes, but you're still a baby," she retorted, checking the designs.

Shraddha was so strong and positive that no one would say that she had a rough and nasty breakup just before coming here to Paris. She was trying to show that she was unfazed and a bad girl, but I had seen her crying in her room in the middle of the night.

"I love you so much, bitch." I engulfed her in a tight hug. "Wohoo, what happened?" Are you turned on or something? "I am not Veer, and I am not interested in girls," she added as she hugged me back.

"Lol, shut up!" I slapped her back.

"Wohoo! You're both hugging without me." So bad" We heard Pooja's voice. "Actually, Sam is missing Veer, so I am giving her a hug." Shraddha said, "Also, poo mommy, join us." She further added:

We all hugged tightly before pulling back and laughing hysterically.

"Let's get back to the work; we don't want Mrs. Drishti to yell at us," I said, referring to our ma'am, as we continued our work in making the designs.

Making the designs, selecting them, and trying them on the models—damn, all of them were so hectic that we didn't get a chance to explore this beautiful city.

I had a talk with Veer in the morning, and we facetimed as well; he was making lunch for himself at that time.

Being in Paris, I have been meeting so many super models and Hollywood actresses, and it was so honoured to work with them. I was living my dream, and I so wish Veer were here with me.

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Veer's pov..

I passed the cup of coffee to dad and sat down opposite him, sipping my favourite beverage. "Dad, you are so disturbed today," I let out, staring at my father, whose face was full of frowns.

"Arvi's baby is born now, and in one day or another, the world will get to know about it. It's India, Veer, and this is a big deal here, a girl being a mother before marriage." He had a point, and it is indeed a very big deal in India.

"I have an orthodox way of thinking, and I might sound worst, but I am scared of our family's reputation, and I also don't want to force her to marry anyone of my choice; she is my daughter, and I can't disown her or go against her." He was thinking too deeply, and this wasn't good for him.

"Dad, please don't overthink it; it's not good for your health," I let out. I didn't want all of these things to affect his health.

"She made a mistake, Veer," I heard him whispering, which left me in deep thought.

Surely, dad, she made a huge mistake by giving her heart to a bastard. Vihaan did that because he wanted to take revenge on me, and he used my sister as a pawn.

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Sam's pov..

I was at the party with my group, and there were other groups and new designers and models there.

I made a mental note not to drink any alcohol because my tolerance level is so low and because of what happened the last time.Plus, Veer wasn't here, so there was no way I was getting drunk.

I felt good talking with other designers, though I still felt a bit lonely and wanted to have Veer right here beside me.

I looked here and there trying to spot Shrads, who was nowhere to be seen. Pooja was standing just a few feet away from me.

"Have you seen Shraddha?" I asked one of my colleagues, who gave me a negative nod in return.

Sighing I began looking for her here and there until I heard some sounds that drew my feet in the direction of it.

My eyes widened as I saw her kissing a random guy; what was she doing?

"Get away from her," I pulled the guy back from my best friend, "Sam, what are you doing?" "Let me enjoy." Shraddha's slurring voice reached my ears.

"Of course, don't be an asshole," I chastised her, "and now fuck off!" I yelled at the boy.

"I'll see you later, boy, ummahh," Shraddha said as I dragged her away from her.

I left the party with Shrads and went upstairs with Pooja following me behind. "Oh Sam, you are my orgasm blocker," Shraddha said, whining like a baby.

"You and poo have husbands and are satisfied in life, while I am struggling to get the best orgasm of my life after my break; ugh, that bitch destroyed me enough." The way she said it made me and Pooja laugh loudly, but we know how broken she is from the inside.

"Shraddha, don't go fuck with any random stranger; what if that person has STD?"Pooja tried to put some sense in her.

"You'll never understand my pain, fine, let me sleep," she said as she slumped down on the bed and passed out in seconds, while me and Pooja sighed and stared at each other.

She opened her heels while I covered her properly with the duvet, then went to the bedroom.

Changing into shorts and spaghetti I dialled Veer's number; it was 12 at midnight here, so it must be 4:30 in the morning there due to the time difference.

To my surprise, he answered the phone on the fourth ring, "Hey baby," and his deep husky sigh reached my ears, causing tingles all over and my legs to clench.

"Weren't you sleeping?" I asked and heard him humming, wondering why the fuck his voice and those hums and sighs were turning me on.

"I was sleeping but you woke me up," he replied from the other side, a frown etched on my face. "Then you should sleep again, I guess?" I said suggestively.

"I don't want to sleep anymore; I want to hear your voice talk to me," this man said.

I wanted to sit on his face because he was so kind, cute, hot, dominating, and the package of everything.ughh, bitch, calm down.

"Samaira, are you there?" His voice snapped me out: "Yeah, I am." My voice came out as a harsh breath as I gulped and licked my dry lips.

"You alright?" I heard him asking again.

"Uh, yes, I am fine," I finally answered in haste after controlling my erratic heartbeat.

"Are you, like, kind of turned on something?" Shitt, how did he find out, now what should I say—should I lie?Um no, because he would catch me for sure.

"Um, kinda yes, I am missing you, and I am just feeling tingly all over," I answered, caressing my neck with the free hand.

"Samaira the fuck?" If you are drunk or something, then please stay in your bedroom. He panicked from the other side, pouring cold water on my sinful mood.

"No, I am not at all drunk, and I am totally in my senses, and you know what, Veer, you just ruined my mood," I burst, getting frustrated.

And what made me more angry was his deep laugh from the other side. I couldn't ignore the fact that his laugh was music to my ears and soothing to my heart.

"So are you like, sexually frustrated?" I heard him asking me in between his giggles.

"As if you aren't," I snapped back. He was lucky that he wasn't here right in front of me, because by now I would've plucked out all of his hairs.

"No, I am not; I was happily sleeping." Ughh, I would kill him someday; shit now, what the shit was I speaking about? I didn't want to become a widow, right?

"Accept the facetime," I said, my gaze sweeping over him, from his sleepy eyes to the messy hairs caressing his brow.His stubbled cheeks gave him a droolworthy look. Aha! Such a delicious sight to watch.

"Babe, why are you looking so hot?" I rolled my eyes and said, "I always look hot, Veer."

"Surely," he said, nodding his head.

"Anyway, what did you do all day?""I went to buy some groceries and also got a fry pan, then I finished recording the last song with J.V. Music, after that I cleaned the whole apartment, Sasumom sent me food which I had, and then I slept my ass off," he said in go while I heard everything calmly.

"In the morning, I will wash all the curtains, bedsheets, and my outfits, and then I have to go to meet with Palash." My man was so hardworking.

But hold on, Palash."Palash why?" I interrogated..

"I'm not sure, he said to meet him at his studio, maybe it's about a new song," he replied.Palash had apologised to us, and we couldn't blame him or those jerks who had forced and blackmailed him.

"How's Arvi? "Did you meet her?" I didn't know why, but I asked.

"I didn't, and I don't want to," he said flatly.I couldn't change the fact that he still adored his family and was holding himself back because of me.

"Are you abstaining from alcohol because of me?"I saw his expression change as he looked away from the screen.

"It's not like that, okay?" And anyway, it's way too late here, and as far as I know, you have a hectic day tomorrow morning, so get some good sleep. Good night, take care, and I love you," he said, hanging up the phone without even letting me finish my sentence.

"Damn you, Veer!"

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"Veer, I have a concert in Paris," I heard Palash say as I took a sip of coffee and stared at him. "Why are you saying it to me?" I asked, leaning my head back comfortably.

"The investors want you to accompany me, and they are ready to pay as much as you want."

"Is there another psychotic girl who is obsessed with me?"Or any other messed-up contract?"I couldn't help but ask, letting out a chuckle.

I know it wasn't his mistake, but still, it is what it is. I was blunt about the benefits of staying with Samaira Mehta, and now that I'm staying with my in-laws, they're all blunt.

"Uh, Veer, I have checked everything; it's safe; you can say yes to that, and you'll be able to meet Samaira as well." My father-in-law mentioned who was sitting on the other couch with my father, and they were drinking beer like Besties.

"Even though I am planning to be there and am thinking of applying for the visa, I want to attend the final day of the fashion show as well and surprise my princess." My father-in-law said...

"Veer, the investors want your face to be revealed, and you've already finished six songs, don't you think you should reveal your face now?" my father suggested further.

I'd never considered revealing my face.

This is your chance. "Veer, you can reveal your face and also ask for as much money as you want from the investors," my father-in-law said, thinking from his business mind.

"There will be way more exposures as well," Palash added.

"I am not sure about it," I uttered, totally confused, for surely I didn't know what to do and what not.

"Think about it, then answer."