I hear once you loved me as life

so she is back

"One day you are gonna remember me and how much I love you,
"Then you are gonna hate yourself for letting me go".

No matter how exquisite the gift was, no matter how deep her heart was, it was as profound as sea was.

In Nishant's eyes she was nothing more than a tarsh .

Bhavna laughed in despair staring unwaveringly at the man who placed so much pain on her.

The man's mouth corved in a mocking smile. "Comfortable? it's to early for to regret what you want by hook or by crook".

Her white and tender skin couldn't withstand the ravages of a man, and the violent scars on her body were enough to shock anyone.

But men have only use her as a tool for debauchery.

There was not trace of pity.

Bhavna endure it so that she wouldn't look so weak.

"Nishant, no will ever love you as l do".

"Nishant you will regret it".

"Nishant......".

Bhavna should his name one after another.

The sound was fragment, the nails digging into man's back.

"What qualification does someone like you have to say 'Love'"

Except being husband and wife for three years, it was the first time he has seen her cry.

Heartache?

No.

How could Nishant love Bhavna.

The trick, han.

Nishant said in cold voice, " Bhavna, when you chased sharmistha away and force me marry you, you should have known that what abated for you was only pain that was a hundred time worse then mine".

"It's not me... "She left by herself..... It's not me"

Bhavna desperately tried to explain.

Three years ago inorder to save basi family overcome their financial crisis,
Bhavna bet five billion on the entire Chatterjee groups.

At any cost.

Nishant's girlfriend, sharmistha, left the country without a word.

Bhavna thought there was no one in the world who loved Nishant more than her.

She used all of her family wealth that her parents have left her in exchange
For becoming Mrs. Basu.

But what came right after, was also his torture and hatred that lasted three years.

"When you cry, it's really unbearable".

The man put his man over her mouth, leaving only a low whimper.

Such a arrogant Bhavna Chatterjee, who used to be number one socialite of whole Kolkata.

She has became a little slave that could only cry sorrowfully beneath him.

This painful torture lasted till next morning

Bhavna was like a broken child, abundant on messy sofa.

The man changed his clothes and word out of the house in a suit and leather shoes.

He didn't even look st lifeless women.

He opened the door.

The warm and gentle sharmistha stood outside the door,"Nishant"

Nishant uoticeably frowned,"Why are you here".

"I...l miss you".

Sharmistha said softly, felling wronged,"l come to find Bhavna and beg her not to chase me away, l won't threaten her identity as Mrs. Basu.

Nishant asked impatiently,"what do you have to say to her".

It turn out to be sharmishta has returned.

Bhavna understood suddenly why she felt abnormal anger yesterday.

However, a hole seems to have suddenly open up in her heart.

Fresh blood continue to gush out.

Siwan to coverage with all her might, hoping that would heal by itself.

However, she realised that not only was she unable to stop the bleeding, she was also about to lose a life.

Bhavna opened her mouth and laughed at herself.

She took pajamas and put on it. The buries her arms and neck couldn't hide so she lifted her long hair to try to cover it.

She walked to the door.

A flash of jealousy flashed in sharmistha's eyes as she saw the traces of love in her body.

However it quickly turn into frightened look, and reach out to grab nishant's arm,"Bhavna don't look at me like that... I never thought to fight with you for the position of Mrs. Basu.
I just love Nishant too much, and want to send by his side.

Bhavna gave a cold smile, "so, this is the reason why you're the mistress.

"Bhavna l love him".

Sharmistha looked at her pitifully, her watery eyes started to tear up,"if you haven't..." I'll always be with you. I tried to leave him, but I couldn't I really can't do it, so don't force me, okey.

"I forced you".

Her ability to twist black and white slightly was even more proficient then three years ago.

"If she likes to waste energy, then let her do".

Nishant interrupted them and step out of the door.

He doesn't even want to talk to her.

Much less Bhavna's way of talking was not bad at all.

That was a person at the apex of his heart.

As for her, she was just forcefully keeping him by her side, a despicable and shameles person by the side of his bed
.
The couldn't be compared from very beginning.

"Nishant".

Bhavna stood up somewhat stiffly.

She could no longer speak, other than call out his name.

The man turned his head, his voice was icy cold,"Bhavna, let me warm you even if there is a slight loss of her hair, I will take it take back from your thousand of times.

What need was there for a warning?

Hadn't he doing all this from past three years.

Bhavna has lots of things to say to him, but at that moment she certainly couldn't say a single word.

Landing against the man's chest sharmistha turned her head round without a trace at the corner of her lips turn up slightly in a wicked smile.

Bhavna what right do you have to compete with me?
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