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
Kian’s POV:“Anything special about this place?” We were walking slowly, on a deserted road. It was silent. A less chosen path by the passengers. It was quiet. Not that I didn’t like it. But I didn’t expect it. “umm, don’t you like it? It’s quiet. away from the city lights, traffic noise.” She was walking backwards facing me. Just like an iconic movie scene, her hair flowing, dramatically.“Don’t you think it’s a little bit dangerous?” I pushed my hands in my jacket. It was cold. “Hmm. I thought you’ll find it peaceful.” The childish smirk on her face disappeared. Was she disappointed or something? Was she doing this for me?She turned and her back was facing me, now. Nervously, her fingers fondled her hair. Pushing them backwards. My hand came and caressed her hair, she turned to give me a confused look, “It's okay, your hair is okay.” I smiled, making her roll her eyes and finally smiling shyly.“Hey, I like it. I was just worried about your safety.” “Oh really? What is so spe
Irene’s POV:I felt it, the uneasiness in his body. How tense it was. It must be hard for him. That’s why I suggested, him to rest. “What are you doing?” I was still in his arms. His eyes wandered to the kitchen. “I was making something for the picnic, remember?” “Hmm,” he hummed, recklessly looking straight in my eyes.“Are you still down for it?”I asked sheepishly.“Still? You think I was,” he smirked mischievously. I just giggled in response. I was still in my dress that I wore in the morning. This dress had some memories. And wearing it made me realise how time has changed.“You came early?” he asked as he followed me in the kitchen. My hair was tied in a bun. I readjusted it to avoid it coming in front of my face. “I just skipped the classes,” I started beating the cake batter. Noah was making cheese sandwiches.“Just for the picnic?” he said, standing against the counter beside me.“Yes for the picnic, with you,” the end of the sentence was like a whisper. But I made sure t
Kian’s POV:“I am sorry.”Well, I had given myself a full lecture on reasons why I should be sorry and there was nothing wrong in saying it. I practised several times in front of the mirror.Still in the morning I felt so much change of the mind. Then again, her voice echoed in my ear and Damn, she had done some spell on me.“Uhh- yeah, I mean - it’s okay.” I stuttered.It all went wasted, because he was the one to apologise first and I lost the chance to at least say ‘I am sorry too’ in return. For some pretty strange reason he was so enthusiastic. And he was smiling like a madman.“Let's have a chat.” he said, standing beside the chair, in front of my table in my office. I had found him, standing there when I entered. I walked silently to the chair he sat opposite to me.“I am sorry, I may look so awkward,” he smiled nervously.Well he did look awkward most of the time, especially today.“Are you drunk?” I guessed.“No!! I am pretty sober.” I hummed.“I just figured out something