Alice leaves her hair and carries her in his arms, and starts to walk with Alisha in his arms as she cries, her voice trembling with pain. "It hurts," she sobs."Didn't I tell you to close your eyes? Why are they still open like that?"Alisha, in agony, replies, "I'm bleeding, Auntie."Alice's mother, struggling to keep up with Alice's pace, reassures Alisha, "I'm here, Alisha."Through her tears, Alice's mother pleads, "Please, Alice, let her go and see what you've done. It's inhumane. Can't you see how she's suffering? We need to take her to the hospital."Alice dismisses her concerns, saying, "Mom! She's not going anywhere. Call the doctor to come to our house. It's not that serious; she's just bleeding. Don't worry, it'll be fine.""Why are you behaving like this, Alice?,"His mother shouts.Ignoring her, he reaches his room, and Alice instructs his mother, "Call the doctor, and I'll give my Angel a bath. Blood stinks."His mother can't believe her son's behaviour at this moment. H
Alice gazed upon Alisha's unconscious body, her delicate form cradled in his arms as he swiftly carried her to the built-in cupboard in his bathroom. Gently laying her down on the slab, he retrieved his hoodie from the cupboard and carefully dressed her, tenderly tending to the injuries he had inadvertently caused."These wounds will heal," he thought to himself, "I won't let them mark her skin permanently. They may look beautiful now, but I want her to bear only my marks, not these ugly injuries. She's an epitome of beauty, even in this state."After attending to Alisha, he changed into his night suit, opting for a black hoodie and pyjamas. However, the red hoodie suited him so well, especially with her in his arms.Emerging from the bathroom, he settled her on the bed and sat beside her, captivated by her flushed face. Her lips, despite being injured, held an alluring quality that he found irresistible. He leaned in, lightly tasting the lingering hint of blood, finding it strangely s
Alisha gazed at him with her large, bewildered eyes, exclaiming, "Why must I only think about you when I possess a mind that can entertain any thought I desire? My eyes should behold whatever I wish to see as well."Alice felt like tearing his hair out upon hearing her. She was something he couldn't tolerate, yet he couldn't bring himself to leave her.Alisha then attempted to make sense of it all and declared loudly, "I'm in hell with you. Now witness how clever I am. But why am I in hell? I've always been a good girl, so what could have caused God to send me here? I'm such a good girl, yet here I am in hell with you. He's so bad, so he deserves it, but what about me? Is it because I never ate my food like an obedient child that I ended up here?"Before Alisha could say anything more, Alice's mom entered the room and asked her, "How are you, dear?"Alisha looked at her, made an oval face, and then said, "You're here too? Auntie, are we all dead? What are you doing in hell? I know you
"It's not like I can lend my intelligence to you because it's not something you can have.""Are you mocking me? You are trying to mock Alice Sharma?,"Alice asked her.Alice's mom couldn't control herself and started laughing, saying, "You both are fighting too much, more than needed, just like kids."She couldn't believe she was seeing this coming from her son, who never meddled in any situation. Here he was, behaving like a child, fighting over silly things, seemingly enjoying it.Alisha, in her childish manner, said, "Aunty! I'm not fighting, it's him. He is fighting with me. I'm always a good girl who never fights with anyone, and he is older than me. Why would I fight?""You can see, Mom, it's not me who is talking nonsense here. It's her who is talking nonsense and then picking a fight with me, now saying she is not fighting, such a so-called good girl,."Alice interrupted. (Note the sarcasm dripping from his voice)"Who says I talk nonsense when I surely don't? You always take thi
Alice's face contorted with anger, his eyes betraying his desire to tear her apart for trying to escape. Despite his best efforts to calm his nerves, he couldn't contain his frustration."You can't go a second without making me angry. What's your problem?" he spat.Alisha responded with a nonchalant tone, fully meaning every word. "You are the problem. You kidnapped me, slapped me, beat me, kissed me, and then have the audacity to ask who the problem is. As far as I know, it's you."Alice raised his eyebrows and retorted, "Are you sure you want to go down that road? As far as I know, you are the reason for all the issues here. The things that happened to you, I didn't plan for. You made me do things I never intended to do."Pointing her finger at him, Alisha challenged, "So I'm the reason? Then how about you let me go home and stop bothering me? You already killed Lucky. What's your problem with me?"Alice couldn't believe her responses. It seemed like she had an answer for everything,
"Mmmmmmmmm-Mmmmmmmmm," Alice let out a soft moan.There he was, no saint with no inhibitions, just consumed by his sexual desires. His eyes were fixated on her breasts, watching them rise and fall, igniting a longing within him."Angel, what's your size?" Alice inquired.Alisha, who had been crying, was taken aback by his question. "What size?" she asked, her voice breaking from the intensity of her tears."Your breast size," Alice clarified.Alisha's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be so shameless as to ask such a question? "My breast size?" she repeated, shocked."Don't you even know your own size?,”Alice smirked.Alisha, embarrassed and emotional, struggled to respond. "I know I have breasts, but why do you want to know the size?" she managed to say through her tears."Because I want to know. Why shouldn't I ask?" Alice retorted."Because they're my breasts," Alisha replied."You are mine, so everything about you is mine too. There's nothing you can hide," Alice asserted. "B
Alisha remained silent after he departed, his warning still echoing in her mind. She knew better than to provoke him. The memory of his touch and the pain it brought was too fresh, and she couldn't bear the thought of enduring it again. So, she resolved to keep her mouth shut."He talks about teaching me manners, yet he has none," she thought. "He's disrespectful and dirty. How can he expect to instruct me on proper behaviour?"Alisha's mother, observing her frightened and tear-stained face, sensed that something had gone awry behind closed doors. She felt helpless, unsure of how to assist Alisha, but she knew she had to act before her son could inflict further harm.Approaching Alisha, she said, "Don't cry, Alisha. Everything will be alright."Alisha wanted to respond, to tell her mother how her son had treated her, but she dared not. His warning still hung over her, and she feared making things worse.Alisha's mother, expecting a strong reaction from her daughter, became concerned wh
Alice felt restless and knew he was getting too hot under his pants for a reason he didn't want to acknowledge.He couldn't believe how much he wanted her. In his whole life, he had never been aroused by women, but this girl's mere words could make him wild with desire. He felt like a beast, and he hated himself for it.Alice took deep breaths, trying to control himself. It wasn't something he wanted, at least not now.He went into his study and turned on the camera. Yes, he had cameras all over his house, except in his mom's room.Alice saw Alisha, at first not talking, and then making a deal with his mom not to tell him about what she had said. He whispered to himself, "How can someone be this naive?""She can be, and you love her for it," His conscience replied.Alice smiled as he watched his mom lovingly feed Alisha, making it seem like they were mother and daughter. At least for a day, it was a good distraction. She had come into his life and swept him away with her innocence, and
Alisha raised her head, her doe-sized eyes filled with terror and innocence simultaneously, met his gaze.Shock etched on her face as she struggled to decipher his words, aware they carried more weight than they seemed.“I said stand up, sweetheart. Did you hear me?” Alice commanded, one eyebrow raised, jaw clenched.Too weak from standing too long, Alisha felt immobilised.It wasn't just fatigue, but fear rendering her unable to move; the metallic tang of blood assaulting her senses, the dampness on her neck and feet screaming of the dire situation.Summoning all her strength, she rose, keeping her gaze fixed on him, knowing any shift would only provoke him further.“You know what you've done wrong?” Alice's voice, cold as ice, pierced the silence.That's exactly how he sounded—cold and dangerous.Wrong? Alisha replayed the scene in her mind, struggling to identify her error.She couldn't recall any misstep; it was him twisting her words, unfairly blaming her and growing increasingly
“Ahhh!!!!!”Alisha screamed in shock as she fell to the floor, startled by the sudden sound of Alice punching the glass table, causing it to crack in the middle.As Alice stood up, his knuckles bleeding from the impact, he ignored the pain and directed his gaze towards Alisha, who was now on the floor with her hands covering her ears, looking pale and frightened.Internally seething with anger, Alice couldn't comprehend how Alisha could feel pity for someone else when she seemed to only harbour disgust and hatred towards him."What's wrong, Alisha? Why are you scared now?" Alice's voice was laced with bitterness as he extended his hand towards her, blood dripping onto the floor. "Don't you feel pity for me now? I'm bleeding too."He stared at Alisha with intense anger in his eyes, demanding an answer. "Tell me, don't you feel pity now? Instead of fear, you should be feeling pity for me because I'm bleeding more than that bastard guy you felt pity for.”Alisha felt a surge of fear and
‘Does he think I have no work?’ Alisha questioned herself, feeling hurt by his words.She did have work – she was a student and needed to study. But with him invading her life and not knowing when she would be able to return to her studies, more than a week had already passed.First, he took her with him and she went into a coma. Then, after she recovered, she couldn't leave the orphanage because Mary was selling the orphanage and they had to move out. And now, here she was again with him.He is parading her from his place to office, as if it's her who asked it.She wasn't free – she was literally forced into this situation. She didn't have her books or anything else to keep her busy. So, of course, she would appear idle.But what did he mean by saying she was "looking at people"? She had eyes, they were meant for observing. It was absurd for him to blame her for that. He couldn't make her feel any more annoyed than he already did."I have work too, Alice," she replied, her voice ting
‘Delusional?’ the voice in her head commented.Because that's the most sensible explanation. He sounds completely delusional, either unable to grasp reality or deliberately avoiding it.Who behaves like this, twisting words out of context and pretending they were the exact words spoken?"Now, can I go sit?" Alisha asked, annoyed, not wanting to continue the conversation. She'd had enough."Didn't you ask me earlier if I had an allergy, so couldn't you rub it? Maybe it'll make me feel better," Alice said, his eyes wide, giving her the most innocent expression he could muster.It was the same expression he always gave his mother, and now, to Alisha.These were the only two people he showed his inner child to, maybe with Alisha, he could show all his sides, even the ones he tried to hide from his mom."I didn't cause any allergies. I never touched you to cause it, so why would I rub it? And since when does rubbing heal an allergy?" Alisha asked, struggling to maintain her balance.Her fe
Alice looked at her, moving his chair in her direction, spreading his legs wide open, his hand resting on his thighs."What good?" Alisha's mind rang, not understanding what he was trying to praise, as there was nothing to be praised.It had been more than an hour, she stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on him, even though he wasn't particularly looking like anything interesting to look at."Do you know what you look like now?" Alice asked, sliding his hand up slightly, as if he might pull something out if he continued rubbing his palm on his pants like that."What?" Alisha asked, knowing there was no way to dodge it.The way he punctuated his words made it clear how he wanted her to respond."You look all mine, the way your eyes are on me," Alice stated, his voice thick and seductive.Alisha felt awkward seeing him rubbing himself like that and sounding so deep. "Are you feeling itchy? Are you allergic?"The words slipped out before she could realise."Do you want to rub me? Because
Alisha wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and disappear, but she kept them fixed on him, even as he sounded like a devil from hell.“I don't think it will end well if I have to repeat myself. It won't be 'sweetheart,' I can assure you of that,” Alice warned, waiting for her compliance.He knew she couldn't defy him, especially after witnessing his outburst firsthand. Despite any shortcomings, she understood better than anyone how to avoid pushing his buttons.Alisha cleared her head and looked at him, her breath caught in her lungs as if it couldn't reach her mouth due to the intensity of his gaze. Whether it was her imagination or reality, his eyes seemed darker, deepening her fear.“Keep standing here and keep looking at me, only me. If you move your eyes away, you'll face trouble. And I don't think you want that, do you?”Alisha swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear as she nodded slowly in response to Alice's question. “Okay”With a sense of resignation, Alisha kept her eyes locked
Alisha's heart raced as she jumped in her place, hearing his loud and anger-filled voice, not knowing what had made him angry at her when she hadn't done anything to provoke him.He looked at her in anger, without any reason, his eyes screaming that he would kill her and then eat her, without remorse.She gripped both sides of the couch firmly, feeling fear coursing through her veins.“Tell me, what are you looking at?” Alice asked angrily, his eyes blazing with anger.The man who was standing also started trembling. Without wasting a second, he left from there.“I... was…”“What did I tell you about stuttering in front of me?” Alice cut her off, hearing her stuttering fueling his anger further.Alisha closed her eyes tightly, feeling even the veins of her body pulsating too fast; she could hear them in her ears. That's how scared she was in the moment due to his presence, his eyes, and his anger.“Nah, you like it when you defy me, right? Open your damn eyes, Alisha,”Alisha immedia
"Yes, I am fine," Alisha snapped back from her trance, keeping her eyes on her lap.She didn't want to look at him with so many emotions swirling inside her head, making her feel overwhelmed."See Alisha, I know I am the last person you would trust to confide in, but if you feel anything is wrong, you should speak up. Even if I'm the last person you want to turn to, I'm still the only person you have, because you have no one else," Alice's words pierced through her thoughts.‘You are not the only person. You make sure of it by forcing others out of my life,’ Alisha answered silently in her heart.She didn't understand why he wanted to know if she was comfortable when he knew how his presence made everything worse. Suppressing the urge to say anything, she didn't want to break the fragile illusion he was trying to create.Alisha remained silent, her mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being suffocated, trapped in a reality she never ask
After an hour, they arrived at his office.Alisha stopped crying, appearing much better than she had at home.He stepped out of his car and opened the door for Alisha. "Come down, sweetheart," he smiled, speaking softly.Alisha looked up, seeing him smiling and acting so gently, a stark contrast from his usual behaviour.Did he hit his head somewhere? She questioned internally."Sweetheart, come down," Alice repeated, noticing her lost in thought, gazing blankly at him.Alisha was startled by his voice. Without further delay, she exited the car and surveyed their surroundings. They were in what seemed like a parking lot.However, besides Alice's car, there were no other vehicles parked in the spacious area.His driver remained seated inside the car, as Alice was the first to alight."Shall we go, Angel? If you prefer not to walk, I can carry you again," Alice suggested, eager to lift her.He found it oddly satisfying to carry her in his arms, a source of amusement for him."No, I can