Taming The Casanova

Chapter 48

Sahil's POV

She came towards us and he made her sit with him. I was getting uncomfortable with every passing

second.

That man Harry came with coffee, cookies and sandwiches.

Mohit picked one mug and gave to Manu. She took it and smiled at him.

Then he offered me one. I took it without saying anything.

" Don't be such a slave driver. Take a break. " He said smiling at her.

" You always do that. Next time I will throw something at you if you force any break like this while I am

working. "

Throw something solid and heavy...

" Throw whatever you want, I don't mind but I will always do that, you don't take care of yourself. So I

need to take care of you, beautiful. Have something with coffee. " he said and she shook her head.

He glared at her and picked a sandwich and brought it near her mouth.

This man... I swear... she can eat on her own. She has two perfectly capable hands to eat. Drop the

sandwich...

She took a bite of it and then shook her head, " Mohit please, I don't want to eat, stop this or I will pour

this hot coffee on your head.

He pulled his hand back and was about to eat that sandwich.

What?? No... I could not allow that.

" Let it be, she is not hungry, I will eat it," I said and snatched the sandwich from his hand and ate it.

Both of them were surprised by my behaviour. Actually even I was. But I couldn't allow another man to

eat something that has been bitten by my lovely wife.

That tailor was looking at me as if I snatched his ice cream.

" What?? Why are you both looking at me like this?

" Sahil, why are you wasting your time here? why don't you go?? "

" I will not go. I planned to spend the day with you so I am doing it. "

Just then that second model came all dressed up.

She got up and started doing her work again. Her coffee was lying near me. She had just taken a few

sips.

" Manu finish your coffee... " Mohit said.

" I don't want... Let me work. " She said and before that stupid man could have her coffee, I picked up

her mug too and took a sip.

" It seems you are very hungry ... " Tailor said.

" Yeah, actually I am famished."

I said drinking her coffee as well.

He glared at me and I raised my eyebrows. He was trying to intimidate me. But that is not done. I

glared back, he went back to his work.

It had been 2 hours and she kept clicking pictures for both the men simultaneously. They kept saying

something or the other flirting with her but she just shrugged it off.

She seemed very professional. But My anger was rising. I wanted to beat 3 men specially that Kabir

and Tailor.

He even placed his arm around her waist. She removed his arm immediately.

But I wanted to break that arm permanently.

She kept click pictures from all angles.

The men were taking turns as they had to change their outfits but she was working non-stop, without a

single break.

It was almost 2 PM and it was time to have lunch.

" Wait, you are a super woman we are normal human beings. Let everyone have lunch. " Mohit again

went to her and literally dragged her back.

I was fuming inside the way everyone was hitting on her. How dare he touch her.

She came and saw me and looked surprised to see me as she had already forgotten about me.

Ouch !!! I was hurt. She forgot that I was there??

" Let's have food. What would you like to eat ?? Opps I forgot you brought lunch for us. Let's see, what

have you got in your tiffin today... "

His assistant had already arranged plated and that huge tiffin box.

She opened it. The aroma was filling the atmosphere. She opened the lids of all the boxes.

The foot looked delicious... Kadhai Paneer, Daal Tarka and a very colourful corn salad along with

chapatis and some sweet.

" Wow !!! Awesome yaar... Love you for this. " He said to her. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Shut up you idiot...or I will beat you. You are irritating me now...

" Thanks but bhabhi prepared it. "

" She is a gem of a person, Vikram is very lucky. " I said with a smile.

She served food to him and then passed the container to me. I looked at her and hid my

disappointment.

She served food to him and not to me...

I served a little food on my plate. I was not hungry now.

They were talking while eating but I was burning inside. He said he loved her and she just smiled.

She would have shouted on me if I had said that...

Why the hell, does he keep saying I love you to her?

I was not going to react in the same manner I reacted last time but I felt that someone was stabbing my

heart with a knife.

" You don't take care of yourself, look you have even lost weight. You should eat more food. Have more

Chapati. " he placed another in her plate.

Why is he so concerned about her weight...

" Mohit please don't fuss over food, I eat proper food. I am not like you, you are always eating junk food

or fast food. I eat proper nutritious food. You should also eat that or you will be a severe case of

malnutrition. " She said.

I was not hungry any more. I was just toying with the food that I already had on my plate.

" Nonsense, I am perfectly alright. I eat well and do lots of exercises. It's you who have lost weight.

Don't even think about losing more weight. I won't allow that. You already have very sexy curves. You

looked hot in that dress at that wedding in Chandigarh. "

What?? He won't allow her?? Sexy curves?? Enough...

My jaw and fist clenched at what I just heard. I could not hear more. I got up from my seat with every

intention to bruise his handsome face.

But I remembered how Raima had behaved in front of her and my family.

Everyone reacted to that, except her. She tolerated that PDA. I had to tolerate this.

" I just need to make an important phone call. You carry on... I will come in 5 minutes. Please excuse

me. " I rushed out of that place.

I could not even breath inside.

So much anger and frustration were pent up in me that I just punched the wall very hard. I wanted to

beat that Mohit but I guess I had to control my urge. I punched the wall again.

She considered him as her best friend and she would never talk to me again.

I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down.

I was feeling more guilty now, she must have felt very bad when she saw me with Raima. I was

ashamed of myself but I was as great as her. I was burning with jealousy to see another man flirting

with her.

I went to my car and took out a water bottle and washed my face to calm myself.

After around 10 minutes, I went back inside.

They were still waiting for me to come and finish the food.

" You took very long, the food is getting cold. " He said.

" It's ok, I am not very hungry anyway. "

" But you didn't eat anything. " She said.

" I am not hungry.. thanks. " I said looking at her intensely and she looked away.

" Have some sweet... " He said.

" Not in a mood to have sweets. You enjoy. " I said with a fake smile.

" Are you sure you don't want anything? Are you alright?? " he asked me.

" Absolutely... " I tried my level best to smile at him. Though I knew she was looking at me again.

I started surfing my mails on my phone. I didn't want to talk to any of them.

She got back to her work and he got back to his cabin.

It was like torture sitting here watching everyone hitting on my wife and I couldn't even react.

But I would not leave... I would face that... It was my punishment for being a jerk and Casanova.

I went on dates even after getting married. I deserved this. I was just paying for my sins.

I had written in that letter she had not a single fashion bone in her body. How stupid of me... She was a

fashion photographer for god's sake.

I had also written that she couldn't even find a good man for herself. Here All the men around her are

dying to have her in their life.

I said she was good for nothing... But actually I was good for nothing. She was best at whatever she

did. She was the best in her professional life, best cook and dancer and above all she was a gem of a

person.

I was so ashamed of myself. I kept looking at my phone but I was miles away.

I don't deserve her but the problem was I couldn't think my life without her now and could not imagine

her with anyone else.