His Innocent Wife

36. Hot When Jealous.

"He? Who?" He asked her looking up at her and Sanaya's eyes shot open just to lock her eyes with his

"Umm... A friend......" Sanaya whispered breaking the eyelock and he pulled her even close to him
"You think, I will believe you like this?" He asked her and Sanaya nodded negatively

"I swear, no one." She muttered
"A second before he was a friend and now he is no one... Are we lying Mrs. Rathore?" Abhimanyu asked her authoritatively and she flinched a bit and he felt it which softened his eyes

"Who is he, darling?" He asked cupping her cheek and she felt her heartbeat raise and weak down in her knees
'My husband is such a manipulator!' Her conscience shouted

"I just said no one, Abhimanyu." Sanaya replied standing her grounds but she was stealing glances from him 

"Mrs. Rathore, I hope that you know that I hate lies." He stated in his dark and authoritative voice which made her shiver out of fear

It was long, since he used this tone with her, isn't it?

Sanaya looked up at him and she felt her heartbeat raise
"I... I... I am sleepy." She muttered and he left her

'Don't you think that it outdated? He knows, I use this to run away.' Her conscience shouted

He knows his limits. He knows that he can't pressurise her for opening up to him, can he?
But he felt hurt... Somewhere.

Sanaya took a step back from him rubbing her thumb over her palm and scanned his face, his jaw set tight and his hands were shoved in his pockets

Sanaya really wanted to take a step towards him but something in her was stopping her... Those were insecurities, weren't they?

Sanaya took a deep breath and walked past him making him sigh hopelessly but not turn towards her

Sanaya just ran back to her room and closed the door then she leaned against it
Her breath was heavy and all she had was annoyance on her face and her eyes closed

"This is not me!" She exclaimed to herself and her eyes shot open
"No, I am not this nervous girl! I am the Dr. Sanaya Rathore and there is a reason there is a the added before my name and that's my confidence." Sanaya muttered to herself thinking everything happening in her life

"I can't lose my confidence... But... But... This Fucking Rathore... He... He is such an intimidating person and I just can't understand why I didn't told him that Vaibhav Singh is a bloody pervert!" Sanaya groaned and buried her face in a cushion sitting on the couch

"Fuck! Vaibhav Singh is the only one who messed up everything and cheery on the cake my husband is messing in my system!" Sanaya exclaimed crushing the cushion in her arms

"Everything is soo fucking messed and I created this mess!" She cried throwing the cushion away and it landed straight on her bed

"Why didn't I just messaged him back!?" She asked herself and buried her face in her palms

"I am telling you, this Abhimanyu is messing with my brain!" Sanaya muttered picking up another cushion
"Fuck! I was a calm girl... And... And now, I am behaving like an idiot!" She added and her voice got muffled as her face was buried in a cushion

"Ugh... Ok, Sanaya this way you will go even mad than you already are... I need to talk to him." She said straightening her posture in a determined tone

"But how?" She asked and her shoulders slumped
"I went to talk only, right? And I ended up hurt... Hurting hi... Him." She shuttered and closed her eyes in frustration