Irene’s POV:
I wasn’t sure if it was a mansion or just a house. I was expecting to see a luxurious apartment or a house. When we entered the colony, houses there were beyond my thinking. They had a huge and screaming ‘rich’ vibe. But where the car pulled up, I thought I was in front of some architectural monument. It was huge. Maybe its area was more than the whole area where I used to live. We entered the big yard, through a metal gate. It was opened by a watchman. There was a good distance from the metal gate and the main entrance. I didn't know what to call it. A villa? A mansion. Whatever it was , it had a light brown exterior. A small but wide staircase leading to the main corridor. The main gate was also huge. But plane. Slightly darker in shade. The car door was opened by a man who I thought was a worker there. He offered his hand to me. My feet were bare, I looked at my feet and then looked at him. But before I could take his hand, Kian appeared in front of mKian’s POV:Well, I did skip breakfast in the morning. In hope, to have it with her. Also I didn’t want to wake her up. In the meantime, I did some social media scrolling. I was in my room. When I heard some sound from hers I decided to finally make breakfast for two. I wanted to hear from her, if she slept well or not. She wasn’t expecting me, something I noticed by her shocked look. Her eyes were still puffy. Somewhat messy hair. Her morning look was something I didn’t know I needed to look at. Like a wildflower, she was pure. Her natural complexion was olive. And it looked like honey bleeming in the little peak of the light. Breakfast went well. And the moment I suppose we were going to kiss. She arrived. Mona. It would not be a lie if I said I was upset to see her like that. She was acting like a brat. She was just acting on her ego. The moment she disrespected Irene I did give her a shut up call. And when she didn’t stop, I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her out of my ho
Irene’s POV:To say I was nervous was an understatement. My legs were practically shaking. I was expecting this. Being this nervous. All eyes on me. Faint whispers, behind me. I decided to keep my head down, not to look at them. To see how they were despising me. My final research for my compulsory course work was still supervised by that bastard. There was no way I was going back to work with him. So, I had decided to visit my dean’s assistant to sort out the issue. My walk through the hallway was swift paced. But the hallway was long. I knew there were a thousand allegations that were directed at me. Not only the incident that happened last time, but my pictures were out now. I was confirmed to be the one seen with Kian. I was not sure how people were actually perceiving all this. The notice board was full as usual. It was not intentional to pretend to look at it. The name of Professor Matteo was being said a lot, as I overheard some whispering. My eyes glanced at the paper sheet
Kian’s POV:“Wife-,” she said to break the silence that had prevailed since we sat in the car. “Don’t you think, it is not very believable,” her eyes narrowed. “It makes sense that you are living with me.” I muttered, as my eyes were still on the road. “Hmm. you are right. I forgot. Raven told me I was going to be your wife so I had to live with you.”“Actually, I just called you wife so that you can live with me.'' It was unintentional. But it sounded somewhat cheesy. I ignored how her eyes burned my skin for a whole minute. “Did you- did you do something about the incident I told you about that night?” my head snapped in her direction. Her eyes were expressionless. “I did. A lot,” my eyes were back on the road. She stayed silent. So did I. I may look calm. But I was dying with curiosity from inside to know what was she thinking? Was she happy? Was she sad?Raven did tell me that he confirmed through his resources that things did go as planned. No one touched her. No one talke
Irene’s POV:I stepped out of the car. In front of me was a large hall. Dressed in a cream coloured chiffon dress, my heels were very uncomfortable. Kian offered me his arm which I took. I cleared my throat as if I was going to fight a battle. My hair was pinned. No stray strands on my face to cover the jittery expression that was resting on my face. As we walked, I was practically leaning against him. To get some support. “I told you not to wear it, if you don’t feel like it,” he muttered between his teeth. “I am fine.”The truth was the opposite. But they looked so good with my outfit. Most of all, I wanted to appear like I was okay with things like that. It was a normal thing for a girl. I hated myself to be that uncomfortable. When everyone was so casual in way more high heels than me. The large hall was beaming with lights. Waiters were roaming everywhere with a tray of drinks.It was a very strange vibe. All the people there had their style. A specific way to speak. A certain
Kian’s POV:Was it regret? No. Fear? Fear of what? My eyes were glued to the road all the way back to home. She was also silent. But I knew, and I felt it, too. That it was uncomfortable for her. I saw her confused eyes in the back mirror.Robotically, she opened the door and left the car. I did the same at the front of my corridor. The sound of her heels stomping the ground was echoing in the living room. I was sure it was hurting her feet. She was almost running. “Irene!” I shouted. I was at the centre of the living room. Beside the couch. She stopped near the staircase. When she turned, her eyes were almost bulging. “WHAT?” she shouted. “Let’s talk,” my voice was low. Almost inaudible as compared to her. I took a step or two in her direction. Her hand raised, signalling me to stop at my spot. “Say what you want to, don’t come near me.” her tone was rude. “We can’t talk if you are going to act like this,” I said, as I stopped. “Fine with me. We don’t need to talk. I will
Irene’s POV:The sky in front of me was clear. Winter was at its peak. And contrasting with lush green me down the whole view was refreshing. Away from the noise and restlessness of the city. It was peaceful. But was it giving my heart the calmness I was craving for? I didn’t know. I snuck out just to free myself from my silly thoughts. But here I was doing exactly what I had planned to avoid. Overthinking.“Is the tea not good, my dear?” I almost flinched, at her voice. Distracting my sight from the window, I forced a smile on my lips. “It’s good.” She sighed, and her eyes went in the direction where I was previously staring at.“Winters always make us a bit silent. Maybe, they encourage us to ponder about nature, life and things within it.”I took a sip of the herbal tea, and the scent of cinnamon felt good. “Winters have a vibe of sadness in them.” her wrinkled eye bulged. It showed her attention and the sign that she was addressing me. “But having a cup of tea with a person gi
Kian’s POV:As I entered the familiar entrance, I was trying to keep myself composed. Not to do anything that I was going to regret later. In my entire life, there were few times when I controlled my anger. Today, I was almost trying to resist a storm that was within me. I was feeling so angry. I had the rightto be. She made me worry too much. Anything could have happened to her. But I didn’t want to have even more stress by seeing her in tears all because of my anger. So, for the first time in my life I was trying to control myself. She was sitting in the lounge, playing with the hem of her dress. Women in navy blue colour wool dress, was the reason for all these tightened nerves of mine. I sighed. In relief? At the sight of her. As she shifted her attention to me she stood up. She was nervous, her hazel eyes had a reflection of her dress colour in it. God, It was a beautiful blend. “Hello sir! Would you like to have something?”I heard a maid greeting me. I didn’t look at
Irene’s POV:Two weeks had passed since I came from Ashwell. I was busy with my classes and ward hours. So was Kian. For some days I didn’t even see him, the whole day. Sometimes, in the mornings, we will meet at breakfast. But the conversation was just ‘good morning’. Because he would be so busy working on his Ipad. So, there was no choice left for me, except to eat in silence. I wasn’t mad at him. For acting like that. But, I wouldn’t deny I missed him. He wasn’t angry at me; I knew he was just busy. And I secretly wished he wasn’t this busy. That I wasn’t able to make eye contact with him. I missed his grins even though most of them were during his teasing session. I noticed his eyes were worn out. He was stressed about something, I didn’t know. I wanted to know. I knew he wasn’t the type to share his daily routines. His worries. But I wonder how special a person would feel, if he will break that rule for someone. He will be open to her. Expressive. What were the odds of me being