Divorce?

Nevil has already kept his one foot on the stairs, when he suddenly paused. He spun on his heel hota eyes locking onto hers. Elsa looked at Nevil, her voice was soft yet unwavering, as she repeated, “Let's get a divorce, Nevil do you like this birthday gift?" Neville's expression remained indifferent, “Are you suddenly asking for a divorce because I revised to spend my birthday with you?" “Elena's back isn't she?" Elsa asked. At the mention of Elena Nevil began to sweat. He walked towards Elsa, “Are you bothered by her?" As the youngest entrepreneur in Goa, Nevile, excluded powerful presence. Built from his wealth, status and influence. As he walked towards her Elsa took a step back, her back hit the wall. At the moment the world around her seemed to collapse. Nevile had already closed the distance, placing one hand against the wall beside her.

He looked down at her with a mocking smile. “Everyone in the city knows that Elena is the one I am going to marry. Didn't you know that too when you schemes to me my wife temporarily? You didn't mind back then, so why now?" Ela's face turned pale. Yes, Nevil was suppose to marry Elena, and of course if it wasn't the accident shree would never have the chance to marry him. Shree would never forget the day he woke up. He was disgusted when he had seen Elsa beside him. Since then they slept in separate rooms and he had never touched her. He loved Elena. Elsa had always known that but, shree looked deeply at Nevil's face in regret. “Nevil do you really not remember me?" Elsa thought.

It seemed that only her foot was in the past. Elsa pushed down the bitterness and pain in her heart. “Nevil let's end this platonic marriage." Nevil suddenly raised his eyebrow, “platonic?" His deep base voice was full of mockery.  He reached out and cupped her chin. His index finger brushing over here soft lips. “So that's why you want a divorce? You want to have sex?" Elsa turned red and blushed. That wasn't what she meant. Now his index finger was pressed on her red lips driving with malicious yet seductive force. He was avyakt playing with har lips with his finger. Elsa hadn't expected to see him behave seductive with her.

Nevile had never ben this close to het before. She always good behind those oversized black doors, wearing plane dil clothes that made her look like an older woman. But now Nevil noticed, how small her face was. Beneath those glasses her features were delicate and striking, and those eyes were mesmerising. Her lips were soft too. Her lips were tender, the place he pressed the finger had turned white, as he released his finger the skin under the lip became red again. He was very enticed that he wanted to kiss her. Neville's eyes darkened, “I didn't expect you to have such strong desires, do you looking for a man in you?" Suddenly there was a loud sound of a slap that echoed in the room. Elsa had slapped bin across the face. Nevile's head jerked to the other side. Elsa's fingers trembled in anger. She had been very humble to this vegetable way before, to allow herself to be treated like a garbage. Furious she said,“I know you will never let go of Elena. Now let me make it easier for you by returning the position of Mrs. Lobo to her." Nevil had turned numb, he was standing there like an ice block, he knew that no one had slapped hoon this way this hard ever before.

He started at her coldly, “Elsa! You thought that you could just mary me when you wanted and now you want a divorce when you wish to? What do you take me for?" Elsa barked, “ May be a plaything" Nevile couldn't believe what he heard, Elsa fought with the plain in her heart and said, “Yes you are just an asset I took from Elena, now I don't need you and I am giving you back to her." Neville's expression grew darker. “Fine Elsa, you want a divorce alright, Bit don't come begging again for me it will be the last farewell." With that he rushed upstairs and slammed the door to his room. Elsa felt weak seeming to have no strength. She felt as though a 1000 stones had fallen over her, she couldn't bare the pain. She sat on the carpet and clutching it began to cry hard. “ I  won't love you anymore, Nevile." She said and swore to herself.

The next morning Lydia entered Nevile's room. Nevile sat at his desk and began working on his important work right away. He was well known for being an workaholic. “Sir Nevile?" Lydia called out. Nevile didn't look up and Lydia could tell that he was in a bad mood. The air around him seemed to freeze. She carefully placed a cup of tea in the table. “Mr.Lobo, Mrs. Lobo has prepared you this cup of tea."

“Is that botch trying to flatter me with a silly cup of tea?" He snarled back at Lydia. His expression getting lighter, he thought to himself that she was trying to get things on between them. To be factual, Elsa was a very good wife, she did everything for him. Cleaned his clothes, prepared good favorite dishes, and took care of every thing in the house and his comfort. Nevile picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. Elsa definitely made it the way he loved. Still, he was angry at her, shree had sleeper the famous business tycoon last night. The sound of the harsh slap was still lingering in his ear. And a cup of tea wasn't going to fix this mistake. Nevile asked, “Did Elsa realize her mistake?" Lydia looked at him with a strange look. “Mrs. Lobo left." Nevile froze hota eyes fixed at Lydia. Just then she took something out, “She left with her suitcase, sir she asked me to give this to you before she left." As Nevile took the papers and had a look at them, his eyes bulged out seeing the words, ‘divorce agreement' in them. Nevile was speechless, he hadn't expected to see this reaction from Elsa. He thought that she was trying to make peace. Nevile glared at the cup of tea. “ I order you to throw this filthy tea away, right now!"

Lydia obeyed without a question, Neville's face darkened as he saw the divorce papers in his hands. He began reading them carefully. He saw that Elsa hadn't demanded anything from him, no alimony neither property. He wondered how would a simple village girl survive without any money. He sneered bitterly, she certainly had some nerve, she didn't want a single dime. He remembered that 3 years ago she has done everything to be his perfect wife. Then his gaze fell on the reason for a divorce, “The husband's health doesn't allow him to fulfill his martial duties."

Upon reading this Nevile's eyes were filled with rage.

"This silly woman! A little bitch!"

He grabbed hota phone and dialed her number. The phone rang a few times before her clear calm voice came through. “Yes?”