He was impatiently opening the cupboards, wardrobes only to confirm that she was really gone, only leaving a letter for him.

He held the letter in his hand and started reading it with frowned eyes.

‘ Dear husband,

I tried, but, I failed. I tried again, I failed again. However, I didn't give up, I continued trying and giving our marriage a chance. It took me two years to realize that we are not made for each other. I'm extremely sorry to be a burden on you for all these years. But, now, I'm freeing you from this unwanted bond.

By the way, I'm leaving a girl behind me, she is excellent at taking care of homes, she will take care of your home from now, but please don't forget to give her her salary, okay?

Goodbye, hope after separating from me, you will find your true love.

- Your Ex-wife ’

His hands started trembling after reading the letter, his expression darkened. He clenched the letter in his fist and threw it away.

He loosened his tie as he was worried, where could she go? She was a stranger in this city? Everything was new to her, she didn't understand the language ' Hindi ' too well. More importantly, she was illiterate, how could she write so well in the letter? Could it be that she made someone write this letter for her?

He pulled his hair in anger as he was so disturbed, he couldn't think of anything, what was going with her? Why did she leave him? Where did she go?

After wasting fifteen minutes only on his calculations, he dialed a number, the phone was soon picked up

“ Hello, Naksh, I'm giving you 24 hours, and I want you to find her, understand? ” he shouted angrily without even listening to him. Naksh looked at the caller id only for being sure that it was Krish who called him, because he never lost his temper on his employees, but what was wrong with him now that he even shouted at his most trusted security officer.

“ Is that clear? ” he yelled again.

“ Of course, sir, but can you tell me whom do you wanna look for? ” asked Naksh while he bit his lips, what should he say now?

“ I, I.. I'm looking for my personal maid, it doesn't matter, just do what I said ” he replied.

“ Okay sir, just send her picture to me and I'll report her location to you within few minutes,” Naksh said with confidence while Krish's eyebrows twitched.

“ Picture..? ”

he muttered as, after all these years of married life, he didn't have a single picture of his wife. He pursed his lips and started checking her room once again, this time for by chance finding her picture, however, he didn't find a single item that belongs to her.

He pursed his lips and said, “ I... I don't have her picture, ”

“ Oh, now, It will be a little bit difficult to find her, but can you tell me her name or something, I'll report you within few hours, ” said Naksh with confidence lesser than before. However, Krish frowned, his forehead wrinkled and he clenched his fists in anger, he was angry at himself because after living two years with his wife, he didn't even know his wife's name.

How pathetic the life she was living that her husband didn't even know her name?

At this moment, he wanted to give himself a hard slap for being a pervert all those time, but he then rushed to the dustbin where he had thrown the letter and then scrolled his fingers to the last sentence where he read ' Your Ex-wife ', his heart ached as he couldn't find his wife's name in the letter, and even find those words mocking at him that she was considering herself as his 'Ex Wife'.

“ I.. I don't know her name.. ” he replied.

“ Ohh.. Now... ” Naksh was hesitating to say anything, how could he find someone with no name, no background. However, Krish blurted out

“ I know her figure, her face... Call a drawing artist and I'll make him draw her figure, then you will get his picture, right? ”

“ Awesome! Then I'll call an artist tomorrow, Have a good night, Mr. Goenka ” said Naksh and he hang up the phone.

He fell to her bed glaring at the ceiling and thinking about the day when he met her.

He had gone to Assam, a northeastern state of India, to expand his business there. On his way back to Delhi, Kartik, his closest friend, suggested him to come back alone, leaving his guards and their positions of CEO on holiday and live a normal life for a day. He wanted him to cheer up and live a carefree day with him, however, his plan backstab him as their car got punctured on the highways. It was a hilly area where the network was down, they couldn't find the mechanic or call their guards, luckily, they saw nomad's tents where Kuki tribes were celebrating their festival. Kartik insisted him to join them and spent the night there, but both of them got drunk and Krish ended up with the daughter of Tribe head.

When he came back to his sense he was already married to her with their weird culture and had to take care of his wife. He was mad at Kartik to make him stuck with an illiterate, down class girl. He couldn't accept her as his wife, neither can tell anyone that he had married to a tribe girl who had nothing special in her.

In his way back to Delhi, he instantly bought this apartment, that was easily available that time as he couldn't bring her to his home and make a fool of himself. He then caged her in this apartment thinking that she will live her life happily there, and would not find out that he was actually ashamed of her being his wife. He was guilty that he ruined his innocence, but still he was not ready to accept her as his wife, yet he didn't want to hurt her by saying so. So, he did what he thought was right at that time.

But now, it seems like it was not enough for her.

Did he wrong her? Was he treating her badly? But, she didn't tell him anything?

Shouldn't she discuss it with him before leaving him? Was he that bad that she didn't even think of telling him in person before leaving that she only left a note for him?

It was Sunday morning, if it would be past days, he would be working on his PC, and his wife would be serving him coffee and while serving him his coffee, she would say that she had prepared his jogging dress and then after taking his coffee, he would get change.

But now, everything was different, he had awoken earlier than before because he didn't sleep last night, he even messaged his assistant that today wouldn't be a holiday, all the employees would have to come to the office no matter what. Firstly, it was because Naksh told him that he would call a drawing artist and second he wanted to distract himself from this thought about his wife by working in the office and for that he cancelled the holiday of all his employees.

He was now going out for jogging when the maid interrupted him,

“ Sir, what should I make in breakfast? ” she asked, it reminded him of her wife who never asked him what he wanted to eat but knew all his favorite dishes, he loved the food made by her, however, he never told her that her hands had magic in it. How badly he wanted to tell her now, but unfortunately, she wasn't there to listen it,

“ Sir, sir.. I'm talking to you.. ”

The maid waved her hands in front of his eyes, only then he came back to his sense.

“ Hah.. Make whatever you want, ”

he said with darkened face and turned to leave, however, the maid again interrupted him,

“ Sir.. ”

“ Now what?? ”

he asked in a cold voice because her presence was reminding him the disappearance of his wife.

“ Sir, I need money to buy the groceries.. ” she said hesitantly while he bit his lips.

“ Money.. ”

He murmured as he suddenly realized that his wife never asked money from him. He wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead, and then rubbed the place between his brows.

She lived two years here, but she never asked anything from him, not even a single coin. He too never spent his money on buying anything for her or for this home except the apartment. Then how did she manage everything for two years? How was she buying groceries and other stuffs? Why didn't she ask him to give her money?

“ Take this card and buy whatever you want, ”

he said while throwing a card to her, the maid frowned after seeing a master card, she was only a maid, not his wife, why this man was giving her a master card only to buy some groceries, little did she know that this man was doing this out of his guilt.

She then turned to leave, but he called her,

“ You.. What's your name? ”

he asked, it would be much better if he would have asked this from his wife, but what's done was already done, he couldn't do anything except for regretting.

“ Bela.. ” she replied

“ How did you get your job? I mean how did she know you and offer you the job? ” he asked with meaningful gaze while she replied,

“ I had given advertisements in the news paper that I want the job of care taker and then I received a call, she said that I'm hired, ”

“ Oh, you can go now.. ” he said while narrowing his eye.

‘ What the fuck is going on? She was illiterate, she couldn't read the newspaper, how did she read that advertisement, and that letter.. How could she write so well, especially Hindi, and most importantly, she never asked me money then how was she managing everything? Could it be that she was working somewhere? Oh God!! How could I be so ignorant, I should have asked about her needs, I forced her to work in a strange city, wait a second, how could she work somewhere, She didn't have any qualifications, who would give her work? Don't tell me that.. She was working irrelevant jobs, or she was having an affair with someone? Could it be that she ran away with her lover? Oh God, what am I thinking, ’

He cursed himself while pulling his hair in anger, to release his anger he walked outside.

As soon as he started running, his guards started following him, however, he stopped them as he wanted to be alone. After running for about a kilometre, his gaze fell on a tea seller where few men were gathered,

‘ If she was working somewhere or meeting with someone, the neighbors must have seen her anytime, ’

he thought as he walked up to the tea seller to get some information from the customers sitting there. He then took out his handkerchief and brushed the bench carefully before sitting there, the men sitting there laughed inside after seeing his action and then busied themselves in their routine gossips.

After ordering his tea, he faced to a man and said,

“ Do you live near apartment no 36? ” he asked casually.

“ No, I live four apartment away from that, this brother live near that apartment, ” he replied while pointing at another man. That man waved his hand to him while he smiled,

“ Bro, have you seen the lady who lived in Apartment no 36? ”

“ Are you talking about that victim, do you know her? ”

he asked with curiosity

“ Victim? What do you mean by victim? ” Krish asked with frowned eyes.

“ Don't you know that? Five days ago, few robbers sneaked into her apartment with the intention of robbery and stabbed that woman, she was hurt so badly, tsk tsk, it was terrible” he said with serious tone while Krish became silent for few seconds, meanwhile, the man continued.

“ But, that woman was so mysterious, no one had ever seen her outside, she never come out from her home, no one knows whether she was married or single, but we have seen a car always being parked there on Sunday, God knows it was her husband's car or his bf's, but that woman was really unfortunate if she was married, I mean who does leave his young wife alone in this type of area? You say, will you ever leave your wife alone like this, will you? ” the man turned angry face while Krish was looking blankly at the man, he replied with hoarse voice, “ N.. never, what happened to her then? I mean where did she go? ”

“ She came back after three days, she must be in her apartment, who cares, she doesn't talk to anyone so nobody talks to her, you know naah, lady ego, if she doesn't talk to neighbors then the ladies would never gonna talk to her, and if we men dare to talk to her then be ready for a civil war, haha.. By the way you are looking new here, young man, ”

“ Oh yeah, I.. I'm new here, I need to go, I have work to handle, ” he said with indifferent voice and bid his farewell to the men.

“ Good Morning sir... ”

“ Good Morning Mr. Goenka, ”

“ Have a nice day sir, ”

“ Good morrrrrrningggg sir ummmm...”

A girl pinched the girl who who just wished while yawning, she immediately straightened herself however, he wasn't giving attention to anyone and kept walking up to his cabin.

“ Somebody please tell the boss that today is Sunday, why the hell has he called us here, ” the girl pouted whereas another girl glared at her, giving her warning to shut up,

“ Sshh, I heard that Mr. Goenka's mood is not good today, so better to shut your mouth close, ”

“ Shut my mouth close? I CANCELLED MY DATE TODAY OKAY? ” the girl yelled at her whereas another employee joined them.

“ You are complaining because you cancelled your date and there I'm, I had been promising my wife that this Sunday, I will definitely go to watch Captain America's civil war movie with her, now you see, it seems like a civil war is going to be initiated in my home, ” he said with unhappy expression whereas the two girls laughed meanwhile, the first girl who was the receptionist shouted,

“ Oh shitt.. ”

“ What happened? ” the other two asked,

“ I forgot to inform him something, ” she said as she rushed to Mr. Goenka, he was still outside his cabin when she caught him.

“ Mr. Goenka, ” she called him and he stopped,

“ I forgot to tell you something, ” she said,

“ What is it? ” he asked.

“ Actually, five days ago, when you were out of the city, a woman had called here, she said she was your maid.. ”

“ What?? What did she say? ” he asked excitedly while she continued

“ She didn't say anything, she just wanted to talk to you, she said she was urgently in need of you, by her voice she seemed to be in some kind of pain or injury, ” she said with confused voice while his expression darkened, he knew that five days ago she was stabbed by robbers.

It means she called for his help but he wasn't there when she badly needed him. He left her alone, how terrible her condition would be.

“ AND WHY THE HELL I'M KNOWING THIS NOW?? ” he shouted at her, meanwhile, all the employees became silent and started looking in this direction.

It was so unusual to everyone because Mr. Goenka was a kind of man who rarely loose his temper but what did happen just now that he lost his temper on his receptionist and the girl seemed to be in shock after seeing that cold expression on him.

“ Y.. you were out of the city.. ” she Stuttered

“ SO WHAT?? WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME? ”

he shouted again whereas the girl swallowed her saliva, it wasn't her fault, after all receiving such type of call was not so unexpected. There were many girls who pranked by calling here randomly and saying that they are Mr. Goenka's gf. Many girls even claim that they are pregnant for his child so as to grab his attention to their shits. As a receptionist she knew very clearly what call need to be forward, what not. But this time, she too was confused whether it was real or fake, she even tried to talk to the lady but the woman herself had hung up. What could she do now?

After giving her a ice cold look, he entered his cabin, and dialed a number,

“ Hey Kartik, I don't care where you are but I want you to immediately show your ass here.. ” he said coldly at phone.

“ Hey bro chill!! This expression doesn't suit to you, okay, be in your calm aura and tell me what happened? ” a man from the other side said with extremely calm voice as if it was very usual for him to hear Krish like this.

“ She is missing? ” he said

“ Who is missing? ” Kartik asked with confused voice.

“ That woman.. ” he said while bitting his lips.

“ Oh, okay... By the way who is that woman? ”

“ You.. ” he bit his lips and then took a long breath and said

“ The woman we brought from Assam, remember? ” he said with comparatively calm voice whereas Kartik shouted loudly on the phone,

“ What!! Your wife is missing? ”

Krish pursed his lips and said, “ Please tell me that you aren't sitting with Madam Rashmi or Aliya or anyone related to me, ”

“ Don't worry, I'm out of the city now, ” replied Kartik while Krish took a sigh of relief.

“ Come back, I need your help, ” said Krish.

“ Hmm, okay I'm coming tomorrow, ”

As soon as he hang up his phone, someone knocked at the door.

“ Come in ” said Krish and a man entered..

“ Sir, myself Pratik Patel, I'm an artist, Naksh sir would have talked to you about me, ”

The artist introduced himself and soon started drawing a sketch according to Krish's description. At the end, Krish finally received his wife's pic that was exactly like her. He forwarded his portray to Naksh and ordered him to find out the whereabouts of this woman in twenty four hours.