23 Kick-OFF (1/2)

I was in the kitchen chopping onion when water in the pan started overflowing. I rushed to its side and removed the lid. The pasta didn't come out of the pan, a relief. I went back to chop the vegetables when I realized that we didn't have any pasta sauce left.

”Mad, go to the store and get me some pasta sauce.”

”Yes, Mam,” I heard in the background.

It had been three weeks since we came to Nepal. Since we were unclear about the present status of our objective, we decided to shift the focus on Mad's health. She was forced to rest until she could walk again properly. In the meantime, we found a small house to rent in the middle of the town of Kathmandu.

We wanted to be done with our objective and go home as soon as-

A cellphone call broke my train of thought. It was Mad's. Maybe she took my phone and was calling on hers to contact me. I let go of the knife and wiped off my hand on the apron I was wearing. Her phone was on the bed covered with sheets. I found it and saw a number flashing on the screen.

I accepted the call and my ear was bombarded with loud cheers and hooting. It seemed like somebody stood between an ongoing rally.

”Hello? Who's this?”

I heard somebody saying 'Yeah, yeah. Two hours? Okay.'

I repeated myself, ”Hello?”

”Yeah. Yeah. Hold on. I'm almost in my room.”

The voice was breaking, but I could hear the heavy breaths the individual on the other side was taking.

”Yes, hello. It's me, Priscilla. Put Kiyomi on the phone.”

I pulled the phone off my ear and almost pressed the red button.

Why was she calling? Why was she calling Madonna? Why does she want to take to me?

I put the phone back to my ear and gulped my fear away. ”Hi, yes. Its me speaking.”

”Hey. I'm not in for a long talk. I just wanted to know when did you want me to come?”

”D-Did Mad talk about you coming to meet us?”

”Sweety, I'm not going to meet 'the iron maidens'. Madonna agreed that she'll get every person she screwed over in the past in one room. I will be coming to see how many people she fucked before she reached me. And since you're dragging in the last position, it'll be even tastier for you to find out. But please do let me know how it feels to have a frisky piece of ass as your life partner.”

My heartbeat contrasted the silence in the room. it was too loud.

Too loud.

A little too fast.

The hand that held Madonna's phone felt heavy. I pulled the phone once again off my ear, went to her call log and deleted the recent entry.

Madonna needs to recover from Priscilla's trauma before she could take it any from Amaan.

Possibly Brad.

Will there be more joining us?

How long should I go?

I tossed the phone back on the bed and went into the kitchen.

Three days passed and Madonna was back on her feet. Which meant she would be gone for almost a day, leaving me in the hands of Amaan.

It wasn't the most pleasant thought to have. Seeing that I had almost no knowledge about this individual.

We were back at Amaan's villa, waiting for her at the bar. The room was as dark as before, but the experience was different.

Was it the air?

The gears rotated once again, and my thoughts collected itself to look at Amaan, who was coming out of her bedroom in the similar fashion as before. This time in pink lingerie. That fair skin packed into a two piece was a treat.

”Welcome back, ladies. I hope you're doing fine,” She said, smiling at us.

I returned it with a smile of my own, while Madonna couldn't help but scoff at her.

”I'm here to tell you that I'll be leaving for Pokhara tonight. I'll get Blessing by tomorrow. Just make sure you don't put our fingers on my wife.”

”Ooh, I can't be sure about that!”

”Again, Amaan, and I won't be saying it again. Keep your claws! Off! My wife!!”

I felt like a meek princess in between two princes wooing me for love. Except In this case, I already had a price, and she was a princess too.

Too Romantic!

Wait, I should not be cheering!!

Amaan leaned over the bar and kissed Madonna on the forehead.

”May Allah protect you from harm's way.”

I felt hot in me. My ears were heating up, I could feel it. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. my body was ready to tumble over and land on the ground.

Was it anger that was burning me from inside out?

No, it was-