"Thanks," I said while Kat and I proceeded towards the elevators.

I pushed the button and within seconds, the elevator came down.

We stepped inside and Kat pressed our floor's button. Even the elevators are very modernized. It has mirrors for walls. I stared at myself deep realizing that so much has happened in the last 4 years. I got married to the person I love and had his kids. But then fate had other plans which caused Karan and I to break. He was my pillar, my motivator, my happiness. He was my everything.

Actually no, I can't lie to myself. He still is my everything. I still don't understand how I'm surviving without him. I always considered our love story to be some kind of a modern fairytale.

"We're finally married!" I squealed to Karan. "Yes Mrs. Jaitly," Karan spoke lifting me up bridal style and proceeded to walk inside his, I mean, our room as I giggled in his arms. "We're finally done with all the rituals and everything and now you're mine." He said as he put me down on the rose petaled bed.

He pecked my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips. "I want to take off my jewelry first." I timidly spoke knowing what's on my way tonight. He nodded and went on taking off my jewelry for me. As he took off the jewelry, he aimed for my Mangalsutra. "I'd actually like to wear that," I revealed.

"Really? Why?" He questioned smiling while removing my veil from my head.

"Because aside from our wedding ring, I'd like the world to know that hey, I'm Mrs. Karan Jaitly" I divulged while giving a small kiss on his nose.

"I see. Even the Chura? (Punjabi Wedding bangles)" he inquired.

"Of course. I believe that the Chura is the most symbolic article of marriage" I said as he organized my jewelry in the jewelry boxes.

"Okay. I'm going to keep these locked in our safe which is hidden in the walk-in closet." He said walking away towards the closet.

"You remember the password?" He inquired before stepping in.

I nodded yes. The password is Bella 1215. Bella stands for the pet name that Karan has given me although I don't know why he likes that name. He said that it suits me. And 1215 symbolizes December 15 which is the day that Karan and I first kissed in the elevator. I kinda feel that's an easy password but then again, there are two parts in cracking the safe open. Karan also has our fingerprints scanned into the safe just to be sure that no one can crack it open.

I waited on the round shape king sized bed until he returned. Mansi ma has set everything to my liking and it doesn't seem like this room was a bachelor's pad before. Now it screams that this is a married couple's room. I smiled as I glanced around the room. They were pictures of Karan and I flooded everywhere on the walls. There's a gigantic picture of only me above our chest drawer. It's an off-guard picture and I don't even know when and how Karan took this picture. I looked at the ceiling and saw my reflection. I turned red looking at that because the ceiling was made out of mirrors. I'm pretty sure Karan had something to do with that.

Just then he returned and made his way on top of the bed. He grabbed a handful of roses from the bed and flung some at me as he sat next to me. "Here," I said putting forth both my hands which were embedded with mehndi (henna). "Find your name," I said gleefully.

The moment I came out of my memory, I realized that I was standing outside of my room. I didn't even realize when I walked out of the elevator and made my way to our rooms. Kat grabbed the passkey from my hand and opened the door.

"Get inside," she commanded in annoyance. "I can't carry you inside". I nodded understanding why she's behaving like this. I'm a lost cause.

"Jesus knows when she'll be over this," she muttered silently under her breath as she and I both stepped into my room. My luggage was already inside thanks to the hotel staff.

This hotel room is very elegant though. There was a king size bed with exquisite paintings and furniture. "Take a shower," Kat said. "We'll go out for lunch or something. I'll text bhai that we're here."

"Okay," I said as I saw her leave my room. I put down my Michael Kors bag on my bed and took off my watch. I also took off my mangalsutra(Hindu wedding chain) that I still wear in Karan's name and put it in my bag. I'm taking it off just in case I meet someone I know... I don't want them telling Karan that I still wear the ornament that symbolizes our marriage because, in reality, I'm not married to him anymore.

I dug into my bag and pulled out the keys to my luggage. I knelt down next to my luggage while unlocking it. I scoured my luggage until I came across my bathrobe and I took it out while closing my luggage.

I took off my combat boots and stepped into the bathroom. Wow, it's very spacious. I'm still wondering how I was that lucky to get this suite for such a cheap price.

I opened the bathroom vanity drawers and pulled out a towel and hung it against the wall hooks along with my bathrobe. I removed my clothes as I stepped into the refreshing shower. I welcomed the pebbles of cool water as it helped to caress my skin causing me to be more peaceful. I envisioned the water extinguishing the inflamed emotions I have and dissolving them.

After I was done with the shower, I put on my bathrobe which barely reached my knees and wrapped my hair in a towel while stepping outside. As I walked towards my luggage to take out my clothes, I noticed a gift basket on my bed.

"What the hell?" I whispered as I made my way to see who the gift basket is from. Is this a mistake? Wait, who came inside my suite while I was in the shower?

I examined the outer layer of the gift basket until my eyes darted towards the small card attached to the string that enclosed the clear gift wrap on top. I turned the card around and I felt numb when I saw the name. The card read "Dearest Mrs. Shraddha Jaitly".

Is this some kind of a sick prank? Wait, did Kat do this? But why would she? She would never play a such a sick joke like that.

I was battling myself within as to who would do this if it's not Kat. Maybe, it's a mistake. Probably someone from the management accidentally sent this here and that there's another resident with that name. I wonder what idiot sent this here and didn't even see the difference between the last names?

I'll call them just now but I should put on some clothes first. As I turned around, I saw a familiar figure standing. My eyes widened seeing who it was while my jaw dropped in shock. Anger filled my veins along with fear that also started to inhibit me. Stay Strong Shraddha, I kept telling myself.

This mouthwatering specimen of manhood has become even more sinfully sexy since I've last seen him. Fuck him! How did he become even more gruesomely handsome? I don't understand. Ugh! I think it's because of the lightly grown stubble that he has masked on that's making him look extremely sexy. It seems that he's been growing out his stubble maybe for like the past few weeks. It's not that he hasn't kept a stubble before when I was with him, but facial hair wise, he used to either be clean shaved or he had a short stubble which would last for a few days.

Damn! He was in his three-piece suit which helped to outline his muscular body. It seems that he's been working out even more.

Shraddha! Stop admiring him! My inner-voice yelled at me.

This man used to once be mine. I can't believe that he's standing here right in front of me. I honestly did not know what to say. On top of that, I was only in a bathrobe which was far above my knees. I'm naked under this and there's only one single knot that held my respect. How embarrassing can this get?

I saw Karan's eyes scan me from top to bottom and then towards my face again. He noticed the shocked register implanted on my face while a small smile played on his lips.

"Mrs. Jaitly, that is for you. Won't you open it?" Karan asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice essentially reverberated through my bones. His voice has gotten sexier within time. Fuck my life! Even after all he's done, I'm still weak on my knees for him.

I laughed at his remark. "You're funny," I spoke ensuring that his presence didn't matter to me at all. "How the fuck are you in my room?" I questioned annoyed.

His gaze was fixed on the bottom portion of my body and his expressions seemed amused... I think. God, I wish I had some clothes on. "I'm up here," I said while folding my arms.

He looked up and made direct eye contact with me and his expressions have altered into anger.

"I'm here to take my wife with me," he revealed while putting emphasis on my wife.

"I don't know what has happened to you in the last two years but I seriously do think you might be suffering from memory loss," I scoffed at him.

"No babe, you're still my wife," he retaliated in the calmest manner while slipping his hands into his pockets.

I honestly felt like I was going to drown in a pool of my tears. But I somehow managed to keep my tears back. Thank you, God.

" Look... I don't know how you came inside or ... why you're even here... But can you please leave my room. I don't want to play any of your games," I requested as my voice reflected how tired and annoyed I am at the moment.

"I own this hotel," He smirked as he went towards the dresser and picked up a folder that was on it.

Okay, so that explains how he's in my room. But why?

"And I can come inside my wife's room whenever I feel like," He said confidently while taking out papers which looked like some form of legal documents from the folder and walked towards me making my heart beat faster.

I let out a sigh. "You should seriously consult a doctor," I whispered while grabbing the papers.

I thoroughly examined the papers, flipping through the pages as anger started to circulate throughout my body. I could sense my face becoming hot whereas my body stood numb. I really wanted to punch him for this.

The legal documents are our divorce papers and it only had my signatures whereas Karan's signatures were still blank to this day and obviously, he has never submitted these papers.

I looked at him angrily and he just stood there with a smirk glued to his face.

"You're still mine," He said while gliding his left hand across my cheek causing me to close my eyes as I breathed heavily. He still had that control over me. I was enjoying his touch until reality hit me.

I quickly opened my eyes and removed his hand from my face.

"You're fucking dumb!" I hissed at him while taking off my towel that was still wrapped around my head releasing my long hair.

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