Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter fourty six¶

Warning: Smoking and Alcohol use is prohibited and disastrous for your health. It can take your life in a short period.

He was right now sitting on a comfortable sofa of a club. In front of him, on the table, a chessboard was placed. A mixture of white and black beautiful assemble which he loved to play. He moved the Queen, King, and Rook to his favorite positions. When it was time for the pawn, he grabbed one of them and then tilted it downward as a sinful smirk came on his lips.

"Ahh...It will be such fun to play this game in real life," Faraan whispered, picking up the glass of alcohol from the crystal table.

He gulped the liquid whose taste distorted his facial expression. He was still yet to get used to wine but since it was considered a privilege and class in the company of people he used to be in, he had to use it to look cool.

He poured himself another glass and again spilled it inside his throat. His eyes again locked on the pawn. In the back of his mind, Ajwa's silhouette appeared and this made a flicker of desire come into his eyes. Just once, he wanted to get her taste and feel her near him.

After that one time, she could go to hell from his side. But he wanted his brother to get a very clear message that he shouldn't mess up with his things in the future. If he would, then he would end up ruining himself and that possession of his both as he would do now. Since that thing which was his initially betrayed and cheated on him and with his own twin. He would not sit back without giving them a perfect lesson for mucking up with him. He was born to dominate each and every part of his life. The setback was never in his nature and fate. 

Faraan moved his index finger over the glass of wine as his senses were just occupied by that stunning girl. He ran his tongue on his lower lip.

A girl's eager gaze found that good-looking man sitting alone and then she elegantly walked towards him. She sat painfully near beside Faraan as her slim small skirt leg got brushed against his bend of leg.

"Are you alone, handsome guy?" She sensually murmured, her red lips moving beautifully with the words.

Faraan turned towards her. He raised a brow. The girl took the empty glass from his hand and filled it with the new wine before handing him over. Then she pulled her own glass towards him for a cheer.

"Wanna have someone's company?" She whispered in his ear seductively.

Faraan glared at her. In front of Ajwa's memories, none could fascinate him right now till he would get her.

"Go away and hook someone else," he said, his voice getting trembling due to being tipsy a little. He gave her a pointed look before getting up. His gait staggered a bit but soon he overcame it. Faraan didn't drink too much to lose control anyway.

He sat in his car and waited for a minute or two to get back to his senses. He lightened a cigarette and started whiffing it. When wine remained a bit off for him, at the same time, smoking was like a food and necessity for him. Without it, he couldn't live a day.

He was still halfway when his phone rang. Faraan pulled it out of his pocket and his eyes narrowed to find a familiar number and name. Then a victorious smile came across his face as he answered it.

"Really?" His excited voice broke the silence of the car.

"Is that where she lives?" He questioned, quietly.

"That's such a good news. I'll be there in the morning."

Faraan cut the call after that. The revelation he got from there increased his joy more and brought him nearer to his success. Faraan then drove the car toward his home. When he went upstairs to reach his room, his feet abruptly stopped midway finding that gorgeous enemy of life walking forward, in her own thoughts.