His second wife (#SaRaj)

11) Ashika reaping what she sow

Ashika lay on the bed, her body aching from Arsh's brutality. Tears streamed down her face as she confronted the harsh truth.

"I deserved this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I left Rajat, who loved me for who I am, not for what I could gain."

Memories of Rajat's gentle touch, his kind words, and unwavering devotion flooded her mind.

"I traded love for luxury, and now I'm paying the price," Ashika thought, regret and shame washing over her.

She recalled Arsh's words: "You're mine, Ashika. You'll do what I say, when I say. You better be get ready to go with me office tomorrow." The possessiveness, the control, it was all a facade.

"I was blind," Ashika realized. "Blind to the love that truly mattered."

Ashika stood nervously beside Arsh in his opulent office, wearing the revealing dress he'd insisted on. This was her first time here, and she felt out of place. She felt some cheap women who was here to invite gazes from man.

"Let's go, baby," Arsh said, guiding her toward the conference room. "We have a meeting with Mr. Birla."

Inside, Ashika was taken aback by the older man's lingering gaze. Arsh seemed oblivious, discussing business deals and profits.

As the meeting concluded, Arsh smiled blandly. "Ashika, darling, would you kindly serve Mr. Birla some refreshments?"

Ashika's unease grew as she poured tea and handed it to Mr. Birla. He grasped her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Thank you, my dear," Mr. Birla said, his eyes locked on hers.

Ashika's confusion deepened as she met Arsh's gaze, searching for explanation. Instead, he smiled sinisterly.

"Baby, it's because of your lover Rajat that I lost this deal," Arsh said, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, I'll make my deal through you."

Ashika's heart sank. She realized Arsh's true intentions: using her as a bargaining chip. Arsh left them alone.

And in next moment, Ashika felt herself sitting on that man's lap. His hands roaming on her bosom that was barely covered by the piece of dress she was wearing.

Somehow she composed herself, and stood up pushing that man. Her eyes blazed as she stormed into Arsh's cabin, slamming the door.

"Ashika, what's gotten into you?" Arsh asked, startled.

"You think you can use me like a pawn?" Ashika spat, her voice venomous.

With a swift motion, Ashika's hand connected with Arsh's face, the slap echoing through the room.

"I don't care, Mr. Gurjal!" Ashika's fury boiled over. "I left Rajat for you, and now I can leave you too."

Arsh's face reddened, but Ashika continued, unstoppable.

"You think you can control me? Where I go, what I do? I was a fool years ago, but not now."

Ashika's voice trembled with rage.

"Your fake love, luxury – I don't want it. Do hell with it!"

Arsh's eyes narrowed, menace lurking beneath.

"You'll regret this, Ashika," he growled.

Ashika stood tall, defiance burning within.

"I'll leave, and I'll make sure everyone knows what you truly are."

As Ashika stepped out of Arsh's office, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The cool breeze outside seemed to carry a whisper of hope.

"Rajat," she whispered to herself, "I know you truly loved me, and I want you back."