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104Her heart thundered away in her chest, her hackles rising in delicious delight. Claire was supposed to hate this but all the more it made her feel good. She didn't know when it happened, but her fingers went in his hair. Her stomach fluttered and mouth sealed tightly to prevent a moan from escaping. She didn't want him to know that she was enjoying it. She didn't want him to realise that his touch still caused her system to go haywire. Few minutes later he stopped and joined their foreheads. They stayed in that moment, in that position as he arranged his breathing. Hunter's fingers shivered on her waist. She could feel it. Then as they pressed into her flesh, his face tilted to look into her gorgeous blue eyes. "Please kiss me, Claire." Claire shook her head in a no. "Please, I want to feel your lips moving against mine." She closed her eyes for his words were making her core shudder. This was his effect on her. Even though he didn't use any dirty words or acted dirty, her bod
105The happenings of the morning became a distant memory when Claire woke up. She was, for unknown reason, feeling happy and refreshed. She came down to the kitchen upon her mother, baking muffins. The warm aroma of chocolate was in the air. With the fragrance of muffins baking in the oven, and the pattering of rain outside, the environment transformed into the one Claire basked in. She was glowing as she requested her mother to let her help her. "Do you remember the baking contest I once had in school?" She asked Andrea while mixing a new batch of cake-mix in a bowl with a spatula. Andrea smiled in response, "In your seventh grade, right? How can I forget it. Your father and I both had arrived not aware of the other's possibility of coming. We both were busy and we both made time to come, much to each other's shock. Then he had to sit in the audience while I joined you in the contest. Clearly because I'm the best baker among us two." Andrea gave a smug raise to her eyebrow, showin
106The air became harsher and colder with passing seconds as she kept staring at his messages. For staring too long, her eyeballs ached. To relieve them of the pain, she deviated her gaze and found herself looking at his profile picture. It was the same picture of the front of their marital home that she likes during rain. The vast expanse splayed with grass, looking darker in shade under gray pouring clouds. The sky looking mysterious but worth admiring for hours. The tough iron gate that fenced and guarded the mansion from outside forces, standing like a lone warrior protecting its fortress from the enemies from breaking in. She was taken back to that balcony from where he had taken that picture. Her favorite place. Claire regarded the momos now becoming cold in blowing winds. Then at the circle that was the profile picture on the top left corner. She had enjoyed momos many times, in those two years of their marriage, on that balcony. Claire looked at the phone, another hard sh
107A current of exasperation zinged through Claire. She grit her teeth, anger burning deep in her belly.She harshly dropped the waffles beside her on the mattress and began typing.Claire: Why are you doing this? And what are you trying to imply by doing this? Whatever he was typing earlier stopped. Claire's skin singed with goosebumps as she stared at the messages.She didn't want to believe that he really sent her favorite food to her. That he knew about them. There was no way.In the two years of marriage, minus the two months of togetherness that he agreed to, he was never there in the relationship. He was never home. He never even tried to acknowledge her efforts, much less notice anything related to her.Frustration seeped through her bones because this was becoming repetitive. All these onset of emotions. All of this that he was doing to show how hard he was trying to woo her back. But the truth was, she was alone in the marriage for two fúcking years.Completely, brutally,
108Scott was in his brand new car, peeking out of the window at her. His face was warm with hope and a small smile tugging on his lips. A hesitant smile oozing with apology and desperation of getting back to talking terms with her. "I heard the guard calling a mechanic to take your car out for servicing. I can give you a ri—" "No thanks. I've booked a cab. And I would prefer to hail a cab daily than take help from anyone." She snapped coldly before he could finish. A painful look crossed his face. Scott hid it behind another smile and nodded, "Oh well, then, go safely. Do share the driver's details along with the car's number to me as you always do."Claire ignored him like he was not there. Seeing her indifference, Scott twisted his lips to suppress his anguish and drove away. His car looked like a fainting dot on the street when Claire regarded it. She was disoriented from pain, wondering, "I am sorry, Scott. I know you are trying hard to appease me. But I've been hurt too much
109Sweat broke out over her back, her chest convulsing and combusting as she gawked at his answer. She was right last night! She had known that she wasn't going to like his reply. She was glad she switched off on him. Hunter: While I thought I was still Zara's, I also observed you. What you liked to do. How you liked to do it. There was a gap of five minutes, as can be seen by the time taken to send the next messages. Certainly showing his time taken to recall it all.Hunter: There were times when you thought I wasn't home or I wouldn't come home when I was actually there. I would stand in the darkness like I was a part of it and watch you. Hunter: You will not believe me but I also know the divine face you make upon tasting the food you make, and the sound of your moan. A shiver she couldn't control passed through her. She pressed her lips together and read ahead. Hunter: I truly regret ruining our two years of marriage. I was an idiot. But that's no excuse. I should have been
110"How are you, sweetheart? I missed you so much."Claire immediately flinched back. Although her nerves were rattled, she couldn't forget the memory of that day coming to her mind. The memory where her dear mother-in-law had arrived at the hospital to see Zara than her even though it was her, who was married to her son, and it was she who starved herself to unconsciousness.Her blue eyes glistened with tears of anguish. Claire's mouth rose in a lopsided smile. A smile which was void of emotions."I'm doing good, Mrs. MacIntyre. How about you?"Violet stared at her with wavering eyes. She was frozen from hearing Claire address her with such indifference. She never heard anything beside 'Mom' from her before. Violet recognized this being her hurt speaking and broke into a remorseful smile."Fine. I'm fine.""Good to hear. Excuse me." Claire turned around to resume hailing a cab.There was nothing to talk to her about. She didn't feel anything but depressed around her. Violet was a sup
111A car was rapidly closing in on Claire, who was engrossed in hailing a taxi and completely unaware of the danger.With lightning-fast reflexes, Violet grabbed Claire's hand and pulled her to safety just in the nick of time. "What are you—" What was supposed to be an enraged exclamation burst out as a yelp from Claire's mouth. She watched the car crash into a light pole. Her hands absentmindedly went around Violet in the act of hugging her. She watched with bated breaths as a cloud of gray smoke emanated from the front part that was gruesomely crushed. Footsteps rushed towards them and as they both were watching, startled, the man from the car jumped out. He took a fleeting glance over his shoulder at Claire and Violet before bailing out. "Ma'am, are you alright?" Violet's driver stopped before them while sweeping an inspecting gaze over them. "Yes, we are. Go after that man." Hunter's mom said in a voice laced with panic as she pointed at the man taking a right turn into an a