MAYRA'S POV
"THE HELL I ALREADY TRUST YOU BUT I DON'T TRUST MYSELF." His words kept ranging on my ear, like any sweet melody. I don't know whether he meant those words or not but yet I couldn't get over the fact that even after all, he has a little trust in me.
Blinking my eyes twice, I dared to look into his direction again, whose face was full of negative emotions. Rage. Anger. Hurt. Everything was their but neither of them matched with the words he just blurted out.
MAYRA'S POV"What? Getting addicted to you? I didn't get it." He said still wondering about what I said.With a deep breath and closed eyes, I grabbed his palm and ran my thumb lightly over his skin. His contact gave me a little comfort and with that I nervously tried to turn my face towards him but before that could happen, he stilled my posture by again massaging my neck. I chewed inner flesh of my cheek and shifted uncomfortably not before trying harder to let out some words but nothing came out.
MAYRA'S POV"Seriously Mayra?" Rehan asked in irritation and made a face after getting up from the bed and tossing the pillow at me. I douche that pillow and put it back on the bed to its initial position. He made a face and lie down. I shook my head and laughed at his childish and extremely cute reactions."So basically today you are going to waste our sixth day by inviting bunch of people at dinner?" He asked faking a disbelief voice. I pursued my lips and nodded in a big yes while folding his shirt n
MAYRA'S POVI passed a bright smile to Rehan, interlocking our fingers together. Our fingers connects perfectly with each other like they were meant to be. Well…maybe they were meant to be together because otherwise I don't think any other reason of being 'us' except from destiny.Destiny do plays a great role in entangling two paths together which were once completely opposite."Err...Mayra." The unsure voice of him brought me back to reality. I raised my eyebrows gesturin
MAYRA'S POV"Rehan?"I called out his name, shifting my eyes in his direction but nothing was visible in such a dim light. He didn't uttered a word but his hold on my palm was way tighter than earlier; not in a hurtful way rather for a support.Nervousness started clouding over me. His silence like this was igniting the fear inside me. He was a moment ago was about to tell me that what exactly he felt in last six days which we've spent together but suddenly he decide
MAYRA'S POV"WHO DID THIS TO YOU, MAYRA?"His question ranged like someone had just splashed a whole bucket full of cold water over my head. My fingers went to my upper back and I slowly traced them over scars which were present there. They felt warm under my cold fingers and then a sudden feeling of nausea hit me.Pressing my eyes shut, I struggled to breath and mentally tried to avoid his question.Please Rehan don't open chapters
MAYRA'S POV His facial expressions changed the second next when I said I wanted to tell him the real reason behind our wedding. His eyes flickered with blank emotions and his fists clenched on the side. Although no hint of dark emotions were visible on his face but still I had a little feeling that this was just a silence before storm. Would he be angry after knowing the truth? I blinked my eyes in hesitation and licked my dried lips before looking directly into his hypnotizing eyes which were again devoid of everything. "You couldn't be selfish." He mumbled under his breath but I swear I heard each and every word of his sentence. I parted my lips to say something but stopped from doing so when he averted his gaze from me to fix it on the edge of the bed. Those raw expressions which were plastered over his face were turning dee
MAYRA'S POV"Do you know those pathetic moments when all you could ever wish was to run away from yourself? Yep. That's what I feel every single day to just disappear from my sick life. You know Mayra I want to die. I don't deserve to live. I -I feel like a waste of space." Tara said and hiccupped, clutching my arms tightly.I frowned at her low words about herself. Due to tears her face
VISHAL'S POV"Dude what's your problem?" Max asked in irritation, forcing a gulp of alcohol down his throat. I chuckled lightly and snatched that bottle away from his hold and took a sip.Gross.It was something damn strong which almost burnt my throat. I made a face and lied straight on his bed wondering about nothing."You are my problem. It’s been several years but still I don't even have a slightest clue why all of
MAX'SPOV" Max you're so single."Vishal whined.
MAYRA'S POV“Rehan, why do I need a blindfold in my own house?" I asked him but like last ten minutes, he didn't cleared my confusion. He tighten his grip on my wrist and guided me.“Rehan." I whined and a melodic sound of his chuckle ran through my ears.“Patience." He said in a husky voice, touching his lips to my ear. I shivered in content.After few minutes, he untied the blindfold around my eyes. I blinked and then looked around to find myself in our be
REHAN'S POV“Why the fuck you both called me here?" I asked entering Vishal's house and all I got in reply was their laughter.Great. Just great!“Have a seat." Max patted the couch and pushed Vishal aside.“Why?" I yelled in irritation.Vishal grabbed my wrist and pulled me on the couch. I have an urge to run away from them but I can't as my sweet wife had given me strict warning to share some time with these two because they ar
MAYRA'S POVPeople die but memories don't. The memories are like a sky full of stars, so beautiful yet unreachable. We can look at them and smile but couldn't complete the urge to get closer to them. Maybe that's what the memories hold. The power to put the heart in craving. Rehan was no exception. He was missing the old memories. Those beautiful memories of her sister and Za
REHAN'S POVShe went with Max for having some private conversation. I shouldn't feel this uneasiness right? She might have wanted to talk about Zara after all Mayra and Max both are close to each other, aren't they? Till now Mayra must be hating me just like Max. She's pure hearted and after she become aware of my past, she has no choice but to hate me. After all how can I expect her to not hate me when I already hate myself?
REHAN'S POV“When I was seventeen, I shifted to new school, there only I met Max and Vishal. Due to everything, I wasn't the one to talk much but they both especially Max showed me that what friendship meant. As time passed by, I became more attached to them. It felt good to at least have someone by my side after the death of Riya. I started forgetting about my pain through them. Then one day, Max introduced her sister to me. Zara her name was Zara. I took an instant liking in her, just as a friend. She used to chatter n
MAYRA'S POVMy legs automatically stopped working as I saw something unusual in this house. Since the day I've stepped here, I've always seen a room near the corner which remained locked. But today, it was open. Strange. Is Rehan had unlocked that door? But what could be inside that it was locked from so long? For feeding my curiosity, I decided to go inside the room and have the answer of my questions.The first thing which I noticed after entering inside was Rehan who stood in the middle with his back facing me. As I shifted my gaze towards the surrounding, my eyes went w
REHAN'SPOV"White roses." I said and the shopkeeper curtly nodded while picking out the bouquet of white roses and passing it to me. After handling him the money, I took one last look of the flower shop and returned back to my car.As I drove through the silent trees, I couldn't stop but wonder that how far I've came. It's been six years since s
MAYRA'S POVYou can do this Mayra. I repeated over and over again the same thing in my mind, pressing my fingers firmly over the doorknob. What else can happen except that he might be angry, hurt, disappointed, sad or maybe something more? I have to face him, if it means tolerating his anger which I know right now must be at its best. How long can I avoid him and why would I do so when I've done nothing wrong? I agree I should have not gone to that club but now I couldn't change it. What's done was done. Now all I can do is to somehow make him believe that I