People say that his wife died in an accident around six months ago and since then girls have been swarming him like bees but never did I see him intimate towards any damsel. He is dominant and enigmatic. His aura radiated confidence and power and he is the king of every girl's heart yet the lassies earned nothing but his cold stares. I wonder why.

I went to his mansion yesterday and felt something weird about which I am not exactly able to form words. His house felt strangely familiar. The affluent art pieces and the costly show fixtures looked oddly acquainted as though I have seen them several times in the past.

He glances at me once in a while either to ask me of something I could require or simply listen to me but every time his gaze fell on me I felt his eyes were filled with love for me. He is no womanizer and never behaved flirtatiously towards me yet there was warmth in his every action.

Baby girl - his endearing way of addressing me felt usual, as though I heard him calling me the same way several times. His scent, his powerful arms circled around me felt like home. His tender touches and kisses, cautious of not to hurt me in any way. Everything held a glint of a faint enclosed endearment. It was not only the flight journey that I was anxious about it was also the familiar feeling of him around me that triggered my heart..... I am still unable to fathom why he kissed me on my forehead. I was in betrayal to accept, his every touch was sending electric wipes into my body. I shuddered in lust waiting for his touch.

Who are you Mr Ajit Acharya? What are you to me?  

Chapter 44

Adaah

I walked inside the woods holding a finger of my dad. A river on the other side caught my attention. My little fingers wrap around his big finger tightly while jumping and running towards it in exultation. "Princess, don't jump. Or you will fall." He cautions me gently with a tender smile on his face. I swim in the river and play with the flowers beside it which were gently swaying with the breeze. A beautiful butterfly caught my attention. It was sitting on a flower sucking the honey. I tiptoed nearer to catch it but it flew away. I ran behind to catch a hold of it ignoring the warnings of my dad in going unescorted. I hid behind the bushes and jumped into the alleys and finally caught the butterfly.

It was the time of dusk and the sun was setting. My dad's voice on the other side of the river caught my attention. My mother joined him in calling me with agony. Suddenly there was a spread of wild fire. It felt deadly as though I was in some sort of danger and soon the habitat was in fumes.

I was shivering with fear and hid myself behind the bushes. After sometime the smoke cleared and I found a man standing beside me. He looked big and huge. I look at him raising my head as though I was looking at the sky. He looks down to me and gives me a soft smile. My red and green polka dots frock looked dirty, drenched in mud. Not caring about his rich Armani suit, he picked me up in his huge arms, kisses my forehead and then brings me to his house.

My parents were not seen after that day. I cried for them but they never returned. Subsequently my tears dried because of the love he showered upon me and were replaced with happiness. He started raising me up like a benefactor.

Unexpectedly a devil entered in our happy lives. I could not see my angel anymore. I miss his protective arms which provided me the warmth to fall asleep. I miss his sweet smile and his caring words which helped me to recoup the absence of my parents.

My Angel was gone for life leaving me back in darkness.

Present

Baby girl, wake up. Wake up my little angel it is only a dream. I hear somebody calling me. I open my eyes in agony and meet those enigmatic chocolate browns. They were staring back at me with a lacing concern. I come out of my dream and peer at him tongue tied. He is the same man who was present in my dream. Why is he in my dream?

Ajit encapsulates me in his warm hands. He gently pats me trying to ease me off the tension. My body was drenched in sweat because of the aftermath of the dream. He hands me a glass of water which I wilfully accept and he wipes the moisture away from my face pulling me to his arms. I felt the feeling familiar. They were the arms of the man who invaded my every dream. I could smell his scent and the sensation was well known. Why is he present in my dreams? Why does he feel well acquainted? Why the same dream does keeps haunting me every night?

He runs a hand on my lose stands and puts me in his lap as though I was a child and then asks me in his tender voice "what was the dream about baby girl?" I tell him everything about my dream. Somehow I feel him like my protector. He gives me a small smile and then pulls me to a tight hug as though I would slip away from his arms. " Don't worry baby girl. Everything will be okay. I will take care of all your problems. You will soon get rid of all those dreams You will soon know who l am." He whispers gently into my ear easing me out of my tension.

Ajit

That night my little wife fell asleep in my arms. Putting her back to sleep was difficult but I could finally achieve it.