"Now answer me little girl, where have you been all this while?" He asks, standing a step away from me with his hands folded across his chest. I curse myself for still getting victimized by his ruling demeanor and struggle with my last drop of courage to answer him. "You don't have any right to extract answers from me in my house Mr Ajit Acharya and regard the boss and employee relationship tomorrow you will be receiving my resignation and also the house keys. Till then have a great night."
I turned back and was about to walk to my bedroom but a firm hold on my upper arm stopped me. "You dare not turn your back to me, little girl." His voice was low and vicious, shaking me to pieces. I stumble back and hit my head on his firm chest just to meet his enigmatic browns. I imprecate myself on why he still has so much effect on me. His toe curling looks was setting me to jelly even after the raging argument we had a few seconds ago. How could he dress so simple yet so powerful?
He was in a plain gray button up shirt with the first button undone exposing his hairy chest and black sweatpants with matching slippers. I pear him top to toe and control my urge to drool. Getting my sewerage mind out from fancying him, I pull my hand from his firm grip and rest them on my waist standing straight with my head held high which regrettably reaches only to his chest. "Why can't I dare? Who are you to impose restrictions on me? I challenge him by narrowing my eyes.
He grinds his molars, scoring them wide and red, fuming ferociously. "Now that you are doctor certified 'hale and healthy' and very prompt in giving me back the answers, I would like to introduce you to an important veracity."
Coming closer with fiendish strides he imbues me to take a step back with every tread he gets forward. He halts for a while giving me time to calm my hauling breath and then speaks in a most peremptory manner. "I damn got every right to impose restrictions and extract answers from you little girl because I am the husband of yours."
My eyes hold hypnotic under his compelling gaze as he nails down the asserting truth, I couldn't cognize for a while.

Chapter 48
Ajit
Working in the office without Adaah felt like a punishment to me. I felt she was unlikely to not come to the office till 11.00 am. She never misuses her power of being the boss's girlfriend. I couldn't hold myself anymore. I canceled all my meetings and ordered my secretary not to disturb me till tomorrow morning. Jumping into the car I drove straight to my home. To my flaring anxiety I found her nowhere in the house. I began pulsating as dangerous thoughts about her history began to overpower me. I called the police and filed a missing complaint about her. Ringing up her friends brought me with no fruitful result. My pressure was increasing with each passing minute. I immediately dialed the security and put the engine on fire to search for her in every nook and corner of the city. It was already 10 in the night and the worst scenarios began to play in my already clogging brain. Oh God, please help me.
Pacing in one of the balconies of her flat I was charging on one of the security of his incapability in tracing her when I could hear footsteps inside. Our eyes meet and my orbs twinkle like a 100 watts candle. Seeing Adaah at that moment felt like a welcoming rain after years of famine. But she had to be questioned for her careless attitude. Doesn't she know that she has to inform me or Maria about her whereabouts? I reprimanded answers from her.
Her behavior towards me felt weird in the first glimpse itself. She was utterly impolite in answering me back, making me absolutely perplexed with her attitude. Finally I took a hold of the rope and gave the answer to her question about which I was dreading to reply for quite some time. "I am your husband."
Adaah
I felt short of words in answering Ajit back. Unable to believe my own ears I stare at his tongue tied thoroughly intrigued. After a few minutes I recollected myself and felt responding to him as I understand, he holds a position in my life. Yes, I am now all the more determined to reply to all my questions. "I was in one of the parks of the city." I gave him a rejoinder and he was not at least pleased with my reply.
I look at him to the eyes and then my vision scrolls down to his shirt buttons. Somehow I had an untamed urge to play with them. I know it was my eeriness. Something my hands were itching to do since the beginning in easing me to extract a response from him. Why was he with that woman in the office when he is already married to me? Yes I agree, I lost all the memories about our beautiful past and that situation might have torn him to bits but it doesn't give him the leverage of cheating on me. Isn't it?

Instantaneously he moves forward enabling me to play with his buttons. He understands me minutely knowing my innermost secrets. I bite my lip to hear him say. "Certain things never change. Though you lost your memory, your habits and and requirements including your temperment remain the same little girl." Holding my wrist with one of his hands, he tips my chin upwards with his forefinger to look at him. "What do you need, baby girl?" He asks me so endearingly. His tone felt like a melody to my ears, the one that holds towards a child. I meet his gaze and mutter. "Answers''