I felt exhausted as I walked out of the restaurant. Things around me was draining me mentally. I wasn't prepared to have an encounter with my ex-husband. I wasn't prepared to labelled as a wife by almost a dangerous stranger. I had came to Kerala, to prepare for a celebrity wedding and not to get married.

I rubbed my forehead in exhaustion as I walking in the quite corridor. The soft murmurs grabbed my attention. I heard someone crying, a very familiar voice.

I halted on my step, something within me urged me to listen. "Shh... Calm down," I heard a concerned masculine voice.

"Go! Walk! Away!" The female shouted in horror as if she was terrified. I shook it off, should I interrupt? Before I could decide, a guy walked out. He was tall, he was wearing the uniform assigned to the staff. His orbs indicated that he was scared, he walked towards me, his face turning pale.

"There is a lady out there," he pointed from the direction he had arrived. "She is in a very bad..." He paused for a second, "I need your help, please be by her side until I bring assistant." His black orbs were pleading with me, I gave a small nod in assurance as he rushed in the opposite direction, to inform the resort manager.

I took delicate step towards the victim. The staff-boy face indicated that he was horrified with her state. As I moved to the corner of the hallway, I found the door open of the room. It seemed as if the room was assigned to store unnecessary stuff. It had numerous racks, and it was packed with cushions, blankets and other stuff required by the resort. The dust accomodating it, yelled that it was rarely used.

I sneezed as those dust particles were triggering my nostrils. "No!" I heard that screamed, followed by a soft sob. My orbs reached towards the lady sitting on the farest corner of the room. She leaning on her knees as her legs were pressed towards her stomach. Only her hairs and a beautiful dress, came to view. The dress hit certain familiarity as if I had seen it before, I stood a step inside the room.

Her shivering figure and her sobs were an indicator that she was traumatized with what had taken place with her. I felt it was better if I didn't disturb her and allow her with the space, she wasn't in a condition to have conversation about the event. Soon, I heard those rushing footsteps followed by people rushing in.

The same staff-boy had arrived with the manager of resort, followed by many of his colleagues. He passed me a thankful smile as they walked towards the lady.

"Ma'am, are you, fine?" The manager stood before the lady and one of the lady-staff attempted to touch the victim.

The victim jerked her hand away from her hand and removed her head from the knees thus rewarding us with her face. I was beyond shock when I got a glimpse of the victims face.

"Anaya..." Shock would be able to describe what I was feeling at the moment. I was beyond horrified. She wasn't the Anaya I knew, her face had lost it glow. Her beautiful face was covered with numerous bruises, as if she was hit numerous times. Her eyes had black circles around it. She looked pale, her beautiful hazel orbs staring at us in fear. The confidence she held was long forgotten, she seemed like a lost kitten.

"Do you know her?" One among them inquired.

"She is Anaya Kapoor," one of the staff answered. "What had she done to herself?"

"We will have to inform to police about it."

"No!" She screamed, "no! Please don't call, anyone." She kept crying and pleading with us.

"Ma'am, calm down..." The lady staff was trying to calm her down. "We won't call anyone," she assured.

Soon the doctor arrived and we were ordered to get out of the room. I excused myself from there and called Diya. I narrated the entire event to her as we were waiting outside the storeroom to know about her condition.

"Had you informed it to Mr. Oberoi?" Diya inquired as she walked towards me.

"I didn't felt it necessary," I mumbled. "We still aren't aware about the culprit."

"Do you claim he might have done that?"

"We don't know, Diya. And I don't want to trust anyone. It could be risky for her." Diya nodded not planning to argue with my opinion.

The doctor walked out of the room. "The lady is beyond horrified," he claimed. "There aren't any physical injury, beyond those marks visible yet she need rest. It will take her time to open up so I would advice to make it slow." He nodded as he walked out.

"We will have to inform her family," manager ordered one of the staff.

"I had," Diya mumbled. "They will be here in few minutes." Saying so, she dragged my hands and pulled me along with her.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at her. "I wanted to be there."

"You wouldn't have being valued there. According to them, you would have been the reason behind their daughters state," she pressed.

I kept quiet, she was uttering the truth. Unfortunately, I was disliked my her family because her would-be-husband decided to claim to be my husband. I doubt if they were aware about Riddhi's existence before his huge annoucement.

"Things are so messed up," Diya expressed her displeasure as we were strolling around the hallway to get my room. "People are so messed up," she commented as we entered into our room.

"It's feels like I am one of the character of thriller book." She shook her head at the thought, "you often loved solving those complicated puzzles, what are your thoughts on things going around us?" She inquired as we grabbed our seat on the bed.

"I don't have all the pieces of the puzzle to solve it. And one those I have, I am not sure whether they actually belong to puzzle or are brought before me to confuse me."

"The famous Mr. Oberoi plans a wedding, a destination wedding and we are chosen as their wedding planner. Just a day before him arriving to our office, you have encounter with his daughter. The famous business man who is hidden from the world, who is an eligible bachelor but is in reality married and have a daughter. Who is his wife? And is she really his daughter is yet a mystery."

"Then that attack on you," Diya continued on my behalf. "Which according to us was on Riddhi. That was done by Mayur," she sighed. "Your ex-husband entering the picture. Claiming that he cares for you and wants you to stay away from Mr. Oberoi, because he is dangerous."

"Anaya going missing on her engagement day. Those pictures coming before her. Why would someone click that picture?" Diya shook her head. "Mr. Oberoi announcing you as his wife infront of the entire world. Claiming that Rishabh Kapoor having another daughter, while his family oppose his statement yet Rishabh Kapoor stare at you with disgust, not mentioning a word for such a accusation." Diya grabbed her head, "it's so confusing."

"Maybe..." I mumbled. "But what if I say, Mayur informed me that he is an undercover agent and is after Mr. Oberoi? He had left me because he wanted me to be safe and his work didn't allowed it. Would you believe him?"

Diya stared at me with her widen orbs for a minute longer before processing my words. "Undercover agent..." She gave it a thought, "could explain much of his actions. The way he was so serious about his work."

"So, you don't think he is lying?"

"What is he going to get by lying?" Diya shook the thought away. "But there is this the question, if he really cared about you, he might have not harmed you. I might believe that he is undercover agent and is here to trap Mr. Oberoi but he never loved you, enough to care about you." She waited for a moment to gasp for my reaction. I kept quiet not wanting to defend neither agree with her point.

"But after so many months he walked back in your life. He made his presence known, he could have kept himself hidden that would have being better for his job but letting you know about his professional life, should have a reason behind it."

"What do you mean?" I asked her getting worried. "I don't want to get involved in the mess."

"You're not getting involved in the mess, they are involving you in it." Diya shook her head as realization drawn into her. "They had planned it from start, we were clueless about their plan." She muttered, forcing me to be lost in deep thoughts.

•••

"Do you think, they will allow us to walk out?" Diya was uncertain about the plan.

"I am not getting involve in those stuff," I shove it off. "Have you seen condition of Anaya? One among them was responsible for her condition. My child was saved last time but I can't risk it's life again." I voiced my displeasure at the thought of staying back as I packed those clothes in our suitcases.

"But we need to ask Mr. Oberoi's permission before leaving. We had promised him to prepare his wedding, we can't walk off in middle. It will be claimed as unprofessional."

"He claimed to the world that he is married. How can he marry when his wife is alive in the eyes of the world?"

"Exactly!" We heard that familiar masculine voice and I sighed in disbelief. Why he had to be present? "And how could he allow his wife to walk off on him?" His footsteps getting closer with each word.

I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin as he came and stood behind me. "Thank you for informing about my wife move," Mr. Oberoi's words made me to stare at Diya with disbelief. How could she do that with me? Why was she trusting him over me? "You may leave, I need to have few words with my dear wife."

I breath hinched as I heard Diya's fading footsteps while Mr. Oberoi's arms wrapping around my stomach. "Don't touch me," I attempted to push his hands off me. "You..." But his grip was tight before I could yell on him. His cold lip touched my neck, pressing small butterfly kisses. His touch was claiming my ragging breath and I was confused with effect he had on me. Why he affected me in that manner? Why couldn't I push him off?

"Calm down, my furious kitten." He mumbled into my ears as he placed a kiss on my earlobe. "Why you want to leave the resort? May I know the reason behind it."

My brain wasn't in a condition to argue or answer him. I was lost in his touch, his kiss. The way his finger tips were roaming around my body. Things it were making me feel. I wanted to give in! But I wouldn't! Not to the criminal before me. He surely had killed various human in his life. I could feel it!

"You," I forced my tongue to bring it out. "You're the reason behind my decision to walk out from here." I wasn't sure if he heard me or not. Before he opted to ignore my comment as he pushed me to face him. His head nuzzled into my cleavage, rolling out several moans out of me. Things he was making me feel!

My fingers crumbled around his messy locks, as I kept screaming in pleasure. His finger had reached to remove the kurti off me. While my hands kept moving around his back.

"And you're the reason that I allow myself to breathe..." He mumbled as he raised his head from my chest. His black orbs getting darker, with a emotion showering him. He grunted something under his breath before pressing a kiss on my forehead. "Maybe soon..." He muttered much to himself as he walked out of the room.

I was dazed to react. Did I heard it correct? Did he really meant that, I.... I shook my head at the thought. I might have imagine it or he was attempting to manipulate my mind. He just want to use my body for his desire and each time I allowed him with it. I felt disgusted of myself!