Third person's POV "You are safe in your home. You had a bad dream just because of the incident... " He was saying when Emma stiffened. "Not this morning... Something that happened... before." She managed to whisper. He got tensed hearing it. "Do you want to talk about it? " He asked. She came to her senses and tried to withdraw herself from his arms. But he held her against him as she really needed it. Her throat ached probably as a result of the screams. She swallowed against the pain. She had to tell him the truth; otherwise, he would think that she was a coward. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." He whispered against her ear and somehow she felt the temptation to turn towards him and wanted him to kiss her senseless.The thought made her forget about her dream. But the very next moment she realized what she was thinking and was shocked. " I want to tell you... I need to tell you. She told him the story of the raid at the bank and about her
Third person's POV As Emma gradually regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttered open, and the sterile surroundings of the hospital room came into focus. Confusion clouded her gaze momentarily until the memory of the recent bank incident flooded back. Panic welled up within her as the recollection of the armed intrusion and her vulnerability resurfaced.She instinctively reached for her shoulder, where the searing pain had lingered before the darkness took over. The throbbing ache now served as a visceral reminder of the traumatic event. Her hands trembled, mirroring the internal turmoil that gripped her.As the medical staff and concerned faces surrounded her, Emma grappled with a deep-seated fear. The echoes of past trauma, long suppressed but now forcefully resurrected, reverberated through her mind. It wasn't just the recent bank incident; it was a haunting reminder of a life-altering event that had scarred her soul.In the fragile moments of wakefulness, Emma's trembling inten
Emma's POV " I am not doing anything that is not right. I know that I am attracted to you, but don't worry, I would not get turned on to see you when you look as if you are going to pass out at any moment. " He said with a smirk. " What?? Am I looking like that? " I asked. " Yes, you are. How is the pain? " He nodded. " Too much !! " I said honestly. " Then please take rest. " " Has my house help come yet? " I asked him. " Why? " " I need to go to the washroom and freshen up... Take bath. " " She is not here, I will take you. " He said and I shook my head. " No, I will manage. " I said but he picked me up and put me down inside the washroom. " I will wait outside. " He said and went out of the washroom. But I was having too much pain now. A few tears rolled out of my eyes. I was frustrated as hell as I could not do anything on my own. It was so humiliating that I could not even manage to undress myself for taking a bath. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked
Emma's POV We started having food and everything tasted so good that I could not help moaning. But the next moment I saw him looking at me with his thoughts somewhere else. " Hey!! What happened?? Are you not enjoying it? " " I am... " He said weirdly. " Then have your food. " I said and continued having our makhni daal with spicy Butter paneer and the flatbread called Naan. The food was so tasty that I could not help licking my fingertips, which got smeared with the rich, thick, buttery gravy. He again kept looking at me. I raised my eyebrow at him to ask without speaking as I was enjoying the food so much that I didn't want to say anything. He just gulped and shook his head. Anyway, we finished the food and came out he made me sit in the car, and then we came back home. The moment he stepped into my luxurious penthouse, his eyes shone in amazement. "Emma, this place is like a dream! I have been dreaming of living here ever since I visited you for the first time," he exclaimed,
Emma's POV As the days passed, Ryan's antics continued. From playful pillow fights (which I adamantly refused to participate in) to surprise movie nights, he was determined to inject fun into our pretend relationship. However, my annoyance reached its peak one evening when I found him rearranging my carefully organized bookshelf."Ryan, what are you doing?" I snapped."Just giving your books a new home. They needed a change, it is so boring being in the same place for so long," he replied, oblivious to my frustration.I huffed, trying to contain my irritation. "I like my books where they were. Put them back."He gave me a mischievous smile. "You need to learn to go with the flow, Emma." I glared at him, he raised his hands in surrender and placed them as I had arranged them. Despite our arguments, he had a knack for picking up on the subtle cues of my preferences. One day, he surprised me with a cup of my favorite tea, perfectly brewed."You looked like you could use one," he said,
Emma's POV I was adding the maple syrup when he came very close to me while keeping my coffee mug in front of me. I was startled, and the maple syrup spilled on my other hand. " Oops sorry! " He said. I shook my head with a smile and went to wash my hands. " Hey, stop!!! " He said and caught my hand in his, and before I could understand anything, he wiped the syrup with his forefinger and licked it. What was that?? " I told you I don't like the wastage of the food. " " Leave my hand, it is sticky. " I said but I was shocked by his next action. He pulled my hand to his mouth and he licked the little spot where I had spilled the syrup. I was shocked as hell at his intimate gesture. " Ryan!!! What are you doing?? " I asked but I didn't sound offended but shocked. " Cleaning your hand. " He looked at me with an innocent smile, as if he was born yesterday. " Don't dare to do that again. " I said. " Oh, God!! My dear girlfriend, we have to pretend that we are in a relationship,
Emma's POV The journey to my parents' estate was surprisingly pleasant. The four-hour drive wound through the picturesque English countryside, with rolling green hills and quaint villages passing by. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, and the sun bathed everything in a warm, golden light. Ryan seemed to sense my tension and made it his mission to keep me entertained.He played a mix of classic rock and indie tunes on the car stereo, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. Occasionally, he’d glance over at me with a playful grin, making me laugh with some ridiculous comment or another. At one point, he even pulled out a bag of my favorite snacks, which I hadn’t realized he’d brought along."You're full of surprises, aren't you?" I asked, genuinely amused."Well, I aim to please," he replied, flashing that charming smile that could probably melt steel.As we drove, Ryan made a point of holding my hand, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles. It was a small gestur
Emma's POV My father's gaze swept over Ryan with the thoroughness of a hawk examining its prey.“Mr. Wales,” Ryan said, extending his hand with a firm, confident grip. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”My father’s handshake was brisk and devoid of warmth. He looked Ryan up and down, his expression a mixture of skepticism and condescension. “Mr. Ryan Taylor,” he replied, his tone clipped and his words laced with an air of superiority.There was an undeniable tension in the air. My father’s disdain was palpable, and it was clear that Ryan’s profession as a journalist, struggling model, and actor did not impress him. He had always believed that only those of high social standing were worthy of his daughter’s attention, and Ryan, with his unconventional career path, did not fit the bill.As we moved into the drawing room, my father’s remarks began to reveal the true depth of his disapproval. “I must say, Emma,” he began with a hint of derision, “your choice of a fiancé is quite... unconv