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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Irene’s POV:“Can you add a bit more- umm, salad dressing. I think he likes it like that.”“Sure Ma’am,” Noah smiled and nodded at the same time. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I had spent a good hour and a half deciding what to cook. In the end, I chose steak. Well, it was the first thing we ate together on our first date, actually a fake date. But, still I thought It would be good. Noah helped me a lot and I was very thankful to him. And now we were setting the table. It was almost done. I did dress up a bit. Or maybe a little bit more in a purple coloured silk dress with full sleeves, long enough to touch my knees. Looking at myself in the wall mirror, that was actually a mirror painting I untied my hair that was previously styled in a bun. My silver earring shook due to being hit by my strands of hair. I slid my fingers in my hair to make them look smooth. Tucking my lower lip under my teeth, I adjusted my dress that was already perfectly fine.“You should call him
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Irene's POV:This was not good. In this state, it was difficult for me to talk to him about something sensible and so important. He looked at me from head to toe. And I knew that look.“Sorry, I snuck out in a hurry and I didn’t have time to change,” I said in a sheepish tone.“Can I know the reason behind this?” his eyes were droopy and I feared that he might fall asleep. I sat on the couch beside him, I pushed my hand in the pocket of my robe. I was so busy finding out the piece of paper I had put in it. I looked at him, and my eyes followed his gaze. He was looking at my bare leg. That was uncovered due to sliding of the robe to the side when I sat down. I quickly covered it. I felt a strange discomfort in the environment. I gave a deep sigh, and pushed my thoughts aside to focus on what I came here to do. Luckily, I found what I was searching for. “Here read this,” I gave him the piece of paper that was folded several times. He held it, and with a disgusted expression he star
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Irene’s POV:Everything was annoying. Maybe I was having just a bad day. Or perhaps it were his words that made me feel like this.I was working in the hospital during my clinical hours. Holding a file in my hand, I rolled my eyes at the memory of his words. I shrugged my head for the thousandth time this day, to clear my mind of what he said this morning. “Is everything alright?” I heard a masculine voice. The file in my hand was masking his view. He was in his twenties. Had some minor fractures. And it would be no exaggeration if I said that he was pretty handsome. His features were soft.“Yeah.” I stuttered a bit.“Alcohol is out of your system. And your injuries are better too.” I explained to him. Sliding out the steth that was around my neck. I bent a little examine his chest.“Just breathe a little deeper.” I said in a low voice.He was good. No wheezing or any troubled breathing.I hung the steth around my neck again and started writing all my observations on his form.He wa
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