Bound By Love [Completed]

shot 2

Armaan stared at the picturesque setting of the little cottage in something akin to bemusement.

A white picket fence around the cottage yard which displays a very beautiful and small garden.

He could see a pigeon pecking through the ground with no fear of anyone capturing it.

He felt as if he has stepped into a fairy tale for the setting resembles one he found in one of the story books he bought for little Ava.

He couldn't imagine party girl Janani Trivedi living somewhere like this.

He heard his companion clearing his throat to get his attention.

"Mr Verma??" Kamal Mishra addressed him formally just how he prefers...He doesn't like forming any bonds with any of his employees.

Armaan stepped forward and pressed the calling bell and waited for her to open the door.

Through the glass window panes he could see a female figure walking towards the door and then he heard the the key turning in the lock and the door opened.

Armaan has heard the phrase time stood still many times in his life.But at that moment he felt it.

He couldn't take his eyes off Janani Trivedi, because she was so very different from what he had expected.

His very first sight of her had been her passport photo application in which she had looked plain plump with dull brown eyes ,indeed so ordinary he had rolled his eyes at the idea that such a common place woman would be giving him a child.

His second view of her had been the security camera visuals of his solicitor's office in which she appeared much thinner and fashionable in a mini skirt and tight fitting vest top.That should have been his cue to call of the whole thing off...

His latest view of her had been from the cctv footage of a famous night club which had been more indicative of her true nature.

With dark shoulder length hair, she had sported wearing the skimpiest of the dress he had ever seen and sky high hooker heels that showed off her slim figure.

She had been acting like the slut that she was ,giggling and fondling the older man that she was with.

Now that image was being replaced by another ,even more challenging one for evidently Janani Trivedi had reinvented herself yet again.

Possibly another deliberate element of her con tricks.

The short hair has grown hip length, possibly extensions.

Her heart shaped face is bare of make up and his eyes flickered to the pink mouth and her eyes....How had he thought it to be a dull brown.

It is the colour of melted caramel ,an unusual shade.

With difficulty, he dragged his attention from the surprisingly appealing sight,acknowledging the fact that photos didnt do the real Janani Trivedi any justice.

"How can I help you??" Came the husky voice and he felt as if a caress on his skin..

Heavens!! What the hell is wrong with him??

So?? He is a man with a healthy appetite for sex ,but he does have a moral standard.

And he never get involved with the likes of Janani Trivedi.

"Armaan Verma ,I'm here for my son" Armaan introduced himself and the purpose of visit.

He saw the blood draining dramatically from her pretty face.

"Son??" He saw her gulp and her eyes weren't meeting his...a definite sign of guilt.

But that surprised him,to know that Janani Trivedi does have a conscience.