"Sir, your new clothing line 'Allure' had swiped away even the international records of 'highest sales'. What is your comment about it? Without answering any one of the reporters, Ajit walked towards the car pulling me along with him.

He whispered something to the security guard as he rushed ahead of us to open the car trunk. I raise my head to steal a look at him. He was dressed in a simple white t shirt with grey sweats and casual sneakers. How could he look so impassive and at the same time controlling?

He sat on the driver's seat dropping my suitcase in the trunk while I occupied the passenger's side. Ajit quickly manoeuvred the car into the silent drive way. Two vehicles pulled along with us, one in the front and the other at the back comprising of our security. So this is what happens when the famous billionaire Ajit Arihant Acharya walks out of his house to pick his fiancée at the airport.

The drive to the house was extremely silent making me more and more perturbed with moments passing by. I steal glances at my handsome 'husband to be' to at least obtain a clue of his annoyed state. His lips were pasted together in a thin line. The jet black hair was ruffled as though he ran his hands on it several times but still it felt styled in a strange way. He hasn't shaved since a while which left escalating shadows on either sides of his face giving him a sexy rugged look. His eyes were as usual sharp concentrated on the drive way ahead. But what I felt disturbing was a wee smell of alcohol and cigarette from his breathe.

Was he smoking and drinking in my absence. Was he displeased about something regarding me? Did I make a mistake by calling him at this late hour? The ambience around here is getting me petrified as if I had done something wrong.

Chapter 29

Adaah

As soon as we reached home, I jumped out of the car to escape the rigid atmosphere. Ajit followed me to the house and opened the door. A security person came inside and dropped the suitcase in my bedroom. He wished both of us a pleasant night and left the mansion.

I walked into the hall to climb the stairs when I hear him. "Come here." His voice was as always authoritative but with subtle softness. I stop on my tracks, to walk back and stand in front of him. He looked into my eyes with hidden love and raises his hand to brush away my wild curls which refused to stay under the band. I raise my head and look at him. His eyes, which always carry tenderness for me, now display one more emotion -hurt.

Why? There were so many questions flooding in my mind. But before I could put them forth, he promotes his question "Why didn't you call me? I would have booked a private jet for you instead of taking a standard flight." I stood there facing him completely perplexed. So was this the reason why he is angry with me? I fidget with my fingers, slightly tensed on how he would receive my answer. "I know... But I wanted to surprise you by reaching Delhi early. I worked over time and completed my project in advance."

He looks at me surprised and then nibbles my cheek looking straight in my eyes. "I am sorry baby girl for being angry on you a while ago but it would have been much better if you informed me about your trip earlier. I was so much worried about you." I nod my head in understanding and apologize. "It is okay ...." he mumbles hugging me "but why you did not pick up my calls?" I look at him surprised. "I did not receive any calls from you, Ajit." I reply him back and show my phone. He looks at my caller list intently when something strikes me. I was walking in the hotel lobby, texting my friend when somebody bumped into me and my phone fell down. It was probably the reason why I couldn't receive his calls. He understands me and kisses my forehead. "Next time never fail to call me when you don't receive my calls. I was very agitated about your safety."

After all the emotional drama that we had, I grouse like a little child who is deprived of her cookie "Ajiiiit?".

Ajit

She starts playing with my buttons as usual. What does she want? I hold her small hands in my large ones to stop her from working the buttons and lift her head up to look at me. "What is it that you require little girl?" I ask her fondling her soft cheeks. She peeps into my eyes for a moment and her vision diverts to my lips. I smile at her cute expressions of asking things from me. I can figure out every miniscule of her even when her lips are sealed. "Come on." I murmur and slip my hand behind her neck. Adjusting her crown, I tilt my head and capture her lips.

Those juicy pink lips are my life, passion, longing and everything for me. We pull apart after a while and I ask her "Little girl, did you have your dinner in the flight?" She shakes her head. I tell her to fresh up and come down by the time the dinner will be ready.

She comes down after twenty minutes wearing blue pyjamas and a pink top with a cute teddy painted on it exactly matching her dainty face. Her hair was in a hash, tied into a muddled bun. I smile at her delicate self arranging the plates on the dining table. Though my 'little girl' is so much in disarray, she manages to look ambrosial. "Hmm" she moans closing her eyes feasting on the vegetable Biryani I prepared a while ago for her and