Tainted Love by Maniah (i love reading TXT) 📖

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Chapter 36

Mrityunjay kept staring at the piece of paper in his hand. The words written on it made him angry but there was something about the way Vani spoke about Shannon that disturbed him. 

He placed that paper on his desk and sat down on his chair. Again, he couldn't take his eyes off that paper. He wanted to get this feeling of discomfort out of his body. 

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his leather chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he recalled her accepting Shannon's card with a smile over her face and now she said that she met Shannon for the first time in her life. 

How could anyone lie with so much sincerity? He couldn't believe her, how could he when he knew her reality. He thought she quit her business when he saw her in Shimla. The way she was living with him for the past one month gave him the same impression but last night changed it. 

This past month was completely different from the way she lived with him first. The girl who used to ask for money every fifteen days didn't ask for a single penny instead she gave him the rent to live here. 

For the first time in his life, Mrityunjay Sehgal was confused! For the first time, he didn't have answers but only questions and Mrityunjay Sehgal hated it. 

He needs to find out the answers. He opened his eyes and pulled out his cell phone from his coat. Mrityunjay dialled Dhigraj's number who picked up the first ring.

"Sir," he greeted.

"Dhigraj, I want you to call Shannon and ask her for Vanya. Be discreet about your identity, I don't want her to know who you are! Ask her for a weeklong period with Vanya. Keep an eye on Shannon. I want to know everything that she says to Vanya." 

Dhigraj was silent for a minute as he couldn't understand exactly what his boss was trying to do. 

"Sir...I don't understand…"

"You don't have to understand Dhigraj, just do as I say," he snapped at his PA who gulped in fear.

 "And Dhigraj I want to know every single word that was spoken between them. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes sir." 

Mrityunjay ended the call, threw his phone over the mahogany desk and leaned back in his chair. 

"Don't make me cross the line I don't want to, Vanya," he whispered looking at the picture of Granth on his desk. He touched the picture of his smiling son on the silver frame. 

"Don't make me do something which hurts our son," he spoke and for the first time in his life, he pleaded with someone as his eyes went to Vani's picture in that photograph.

"Please Vanya, I don't want to hurt you."

Mrityunjay stood up with lightning speed and went to the bar area in his office. He opened the crystal bottle of his favourite whiskey and poured a glass of it. He gulped the whole glass in one go and sighed. 

Mrityunjay Sehgal was a man who didn't understand emotions. He never let anything or anyone distracts him from what he wanted. He had learnt the thing from an early age.

Emotions are a burden, a burden that makes you suffer. They take you away from your goal...

 Emotions have never been his forte. He didn't know how to deal with them all he understood was business and power. He understands his responsibilities and duties after all he always knew what he was groomed for. When he came to know about Granth he felt the same responsibility he felt for his family but when he started spending time with his son. He felt something far more deeper than responsibility. For the first time in his life, Mrityunjay Sehgal felt something in his heart. 

He could see himself in his son and he promised himself that he would never let his son suffer the same way he suffered. His son would never feel the empty havoc he still felt in his life. 

And Vani, what could he say about her? When he first met her he was physically attracted to her but now 

He was fascinated with her. 

Then she was just a means to an end. When he used to be with her, he was able to forget the difficulties, the power struggle and tension he usually goes through in his messed-up life but she was like a wave of fresh air. She used to make him laugh with her naive behaviour. The girl didn't even know how to use basic cutlery and the way he taught her everything…" Mrityunjay chuckled thinking about that.

He wanted to keep her for longer than four months but couldn't. Not after what she did.

 Mrityunjay Sehgal is a possessive man. He couldn't tolerate when someone even glanced at things that belonged to him and Vani was not a thing. He was paying for her, yes, but still, she was a human being, a person who could make her own decisions and she made that decision. 

Mrityunjay sighed as he got out of his memories and walked out of his office to go to his room. He stopped near his son's room and saw Vani kissing Granth while he was sleeping. 

Mrityunjay's heart skipped a beat seeing her there. He fisted his hand, 

"What kind of magic have you done? What kind of temptress are you, Vanya, that every time I see you I want to believe you!" 

Shaking his head he walked to his room and waited for the sunrise without even blinking an eye the whole night.