I stare at the linear chandelier in the hall of our bedroom. It looks like the crown of the king.
It's beautiful all white but not pure white and lavender blue walls, a luxury king size bed with an extra tall headboard, huge bedroom decor. Walls are shining like newborn glass. Grey wave type curtains and sheer ceiling type curtains are adding more charm. It feels like I've stepped into another world.
I don't wanna wrap my mind around it. I sigh heavily. I rub my fingers over my forehead as it begins to pound.
Clenching my phone, I push myself up and take the stairs. It'll chase me after my death too. Did I do the right thing?
When I push the door open, my two gargantuan suitcases are laying at the foot of the bed. I haven't seen what my family has pac
My feet freeze when I hear her clearly. The determination pierces my heart. " I'll kill myself." She says again. Her grip on my arm begins to lose. I hoist her up. Her eyes close and her head falls back. She stops crying. I've heard people crying before. Her cries cut my heart deep. I ascend the stairs but stop. " What happened to her? " Arya asks. " I don't know, " I've seen girls with fighting skills. She knows a little but uses it fully. " I hear her saying... " He couldn't say a word. Death is a companion to us. I quicken my pace toward the clinic. My glance lands on Devon. His nose is bleeding. I would have killed someone if anyone dared to touch my brother. She broke his nose in front of me. She sneaked out. I shou
I sit on the top step. It will be easy to move down the stairs. I can't hop. it will send me to the hospital for days. I won't be able to attend any reception. " Love, did you fall? " Yuvaan ascends the stairs, two at one time. " No, I was... " I anxiously look at him. He extends his hand. Reluctantly, I hold his hand. He scoops me up, " It'll heal quickly. If you'll rest. No more mischief making. " He says. It stuns me, " I'm not a mischief-maker. " I shyly say. " Aren't you? " He cocks his eyebrows looking down at me. I shake my head, " If you have told me that you wanna go out. I would have come with you. " He says. He's right. I purse my lips, " I'm sorry. " I whisper. &nbs
I never regret my actions. Today, I felt it because of my brother. I'm always protective. My own brother has hurt my wife. My wife! I want to keep her safe, protect her, I fucking hate it when she cries. I can guess. No one made her cry before. She loves little things, she doesn't need expensive things to be happy. " We can't join you for breakfast tomorrow. We need to see business. Local mobs are creating problems." Arya says. " Hm, I'm coming with you. " I announce. " We're kings. He'll handle it. " Ryan says. They exchange a look. I decipher them from the core of my heart. They are disturbed by the incident this morning. I can feel the tension in the air. " Boss, " Maggi knocks on the door, " Dinner is ready.
A fleeting smile comes over my lips when last night's dreams are still hovering over my mind. I saw my family, my sisters. For a second, I thought. I'm back in my old life. But it's not happening. I can never forget him. I'm doubting I'll be able to smile without him. I turn on my back and freeze. I shut my eyes tightly. I open my eyes again. ' Why are we sharing a bed? He didn't tell me we are sharing a bed. My toes curl, when my gaze stops on his bare chest. He's truly very handsome. His hair is covering his forehead. Reluctantly, I forward my hand. My mind is chiding me to pull it back. That's not what we've signed the contract for. I don't know how to take the next step. I have imagined a married life with nothing more than care, laughing and understanding. My smile broadens when my fingers touch his sil
My tears are dried now. Hoisting his hand, tenderly he touches my cheeks, " You cried, " He says. I open my mouth to dig my teeth in my lower lip but I stop myself as the small cut is healing, "I was feeling alone." I say in the middle of a sight. Weirdly, I'm feeling composure in his presence. He stares down. I followed his gaze, "I wasn't hungry." I whisper. He bends forward and glances into my eyes. I'm not feeling alone and longing for crying without reason anymore. Presumably, It's his absence that causes me all this, " Come, I've something for you. You'll like it. " He holds out his hand. I hesitate but put my hand in his. He tugs me off the bench and locks his arm around my waist taking my weight, " What is it? " I ask him as we walk in together. 
I wake up with the chime of my phone. I glance around cracking my eyes open. I'm exclusively alone in the room. I stare at the screen and it stops ringing. I await it to ring again. It did. Answering the video call, I keep it straight on the nightstand taking the support from the vase, so I haven't to hold it. I blinked looking at them. Saavi and Sas smile at me from the same frame, Sim on second. They are already dolled up. They are looking pretty like always. " Why are you still in your bed? You'll get late for medicine. " Sim stares at me. I answer her with the blink of my eyes. I'm not in the mood to say anything. He's not in the room, if I'm too late he's not in the house. " You look sad. " Sas s
The place looks crowded when Arya parks his car along the roadside. I softly bite my lips and withdraw it immediately when I imagine his thumb over my chin. I smile. Kadam opens the door for me. I hate it when people do things for me. Feeling a little embarrassed, I follow Arya. To my relief, no one is brushing or hitting me. They are making way for us when they behold Arya. We reach a gargantuan hall, it's loaded with dresses, clothes, embroidery material, sewing machines etc. It doesn't look like a factory. The roof must be twenty feet above, the bricks are painted white. The most astounding thing is the girls who are working here, their clothes look expensive, they are looking beautiful with slim figures, as a model. I was so busy staring at my surroundings that I almost let out a small
I'm used to the look of respect and fear that my presence evokes in others. It's not merely my position that causes fear. A man is known by his deeds. I'm ruthless, brutal and more than just this. I've seen my wife looking with love in my eyes, she ain't aware of fierce brutality behind my green eyes. Only she owns that power which suppresses the cruelty from my eyes when I sight her. She knows the fighting skills, she ain't expert after all. People are vicious in this world. The mere art of punches and kicks can keep her safe for a few days, not eternal. I don't want my wife to be helpless. She's docile. After the reception, everyone will be aware of a deer in my life, most beautiful, naive and innocent. My enemies will try to paw her. I'll not mind rising as the cruellest capo, Ind