Chapter 8 - The Fear

||Ahana||

Scared.

Anxious.

Troubled.

I stood dumbfounded in front of Avi and Riya in complete silence as I can't think of anything that could make her feel better. Avi had already texted me that she is now aware of the sin that I had committed if he hadn't run away and I hadn't pulled Elijah, assuming it was him, and kissed him instead with such a deadly passion.

Now I can't even look at him, duh because I have done something unusual that he wasn't even wanting from his new patient.

You can't see, Ahana remember?

Clearing my throat, I tried to focus to infer which side Riya is standing on and stepped closer to reach out to her but I was harshly shoved back and was about to fall but someone held me tightly in manly strong arms because his biceps were tickling my waist, letting me know it's a man with a muscled giant body which gave me certain goosebumps.

"You are such a bitch, Ann. How the fuck do you think you can explain that you were going to kiss my fiance?"

The anger was d