Nothing is feeling right. Instead of helping his brother, he is sitting next to me, holding my wrist in his deadly grip.
My heart is beating in my throat, pulses are drumming in my ears. I tried to jump out of the helicopter. He clutches me tight through my wrist.
He was looking calm holding a gun, his lethal gaze is so spooky. Yuvaan is a master of controlling his expression, anger, and everything around him.
I'm feeling frustrated. Dread clenches my stomach when I glance down at the terrace. I see dark figures rushing at them. I don't know who are they? If someone will attack them. There's no way to get out of there. Why didn't they come with us? Why did they need to be there when they know they aren't safe there.
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I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped into our room. Ryan's words are still disturbing me. They could certainly see but not dare to speak it on my face. I feel a shiver run through my body. I spin as I hear the lock of the door. Usually, Yuvaan never locks the door whenever he comes into the room. His expressions are blocked, It's hard to predict his next move. It intends to attract attention. He unbuttons his coat. I whirl showing my back. I'm being ridiculous. He's the owner of the place. He's free to do anything. I push the thought out of my head. There's nothing I can do about it. But part of me is being stubborn, trying to make a point about it. I thought about leaving the room for him but I abandoned it immediately. He won't do anything without m
" We can attack them," Ryan says, his fingers tapping on the desk. My jaw is already clenched, " Do you have a better suggestion?" We've gone through such situations many times. He knows I won't approve of it. My people are part of my family. I'll never risk their life. I'll prefer to be on the front line alone to spill my blood instead of them. That's not happening in any dream. I was hoping to meet him face to face this time. Bloody Coward! "I know. You're worried about her," Arya says through FaceTime. "Is he?" Ryan arches his brows with a small smirk. I glare at him as I walk over to the desk. I still don't know. What has he told her in the kitchen? I could only guess from her face. We're brothers from other mothers bu
I'm glancing at the stairs again and again. I wanna eat with him. He never made me wait before. He should come downstairs with me like always. He excused himself as his phone began to ring. I don't expect it after consummating our wedding. My anger isn't going to fix anything. I pick up my cell phone to distract myself but my eyes travel on the time. I exhale, feeling irritation. I put the phone back on the table. I'm feeling hungry. I push myself up when there is no hope of him coming downstairs. I hear him talking. My irritation vanishes when he comes downstairs, still talking to Ryan. When I married him, I didn't know what I'm getting into. I'm eagerly waiting for him to come. I'll get some time to spend with him. I smile as he stops near me. He turns to me. No one can
There's a huge grin on my face darting my gaze at them. They always complain. And I always hear them with a smile on my face. They know me, still, they expect me to act according to them. "You haven't even checked our new uploads!" Sim rolls her eyes. I giggle and open my mouth, "What do you do? You don't even cook." Sas asks. "I cooked for Yuvaan," I told them. They all stare at me silently, "You did what?" Saavi gawks at me through the screen. I raise my brows, "Why? Can't I cook for my husband?" I dart my eyes on their faces. "No, um... You would like to spend your
After smiling at me, she tilts her head to look behind me. Her smile fades slowly, "Where are all?" She asks. I glance in the kitchen. I motion Maggi to bring our breakfast upstairs. He bows and hurries behind the counter. I hold her hand and tugs her to her feet, "What happened?" She glances at the door again. "We need to talk," I say to her calmly. She yanks her hand back and looks at me in awe, "What do you mean by talking?" She swallows, "Are we divorcing?" She asks in a slow whisper that barely reaches my ears. She looks panicked. I force myself to remain in my pose even though I wanna do a lot of things, pinning her against the wall, running my fingers in her silky long hair, f
I'm feeling lazy with the lack of food. I couldn't sleep all night. I cried. Something brings a smile to my face. His message. ' Start your day with a broad smile on your face, ' Clenching my phone in my hand, I sit on the chair in the diner room. I look at his empty chair. I sigh and wait for Maggi to bring my food. "Do you wanna go somewhere, today?" Arya asks, sipping from his coffee. "No," I shake my head. I look at him. He gives a full nod before returning to his breakfast. Ryan continues staring at me with a blank expression. I pick up the glass and fill it with water. He's still looking. I raise my brows as I take a sip from it, "My brother's shirt suits y
The hot breeze brushes my hair, I can feel it hot against my skin. Momi kept me indoors in the summer season. I mean, she allowed us out in the garden in the evening only. I take off my sunglasses. Kadam holds the door open for me. Daddy and brother were insisting to come but I refused them. There were two helicopters. Ryan headed for Goa in the early morning. He left a box of chocolates in my room before leaving. Arya left exactly after me. There are four guards with me and Kadam. I get in the car and retrieve my phone from my bag. I smile reading congratulations messages in our second group. Our husbands are also part of it. Sim has added Arya too. I really see them getting married in the future. None of them spoke about it. I don't know. What are they waiting for? Putting it ba
The vase hits the marble floor and shatters into pieces. She grabs the pillow and flings it at the wall. I take the last spoonful of the strawberry ice cream watching her. I glance at the second bowl. Ice cream is melting, making a pool in it, "Can I eat your ice cream, It's so delicious." I glance at angry Sas. She glares at me. It doesn't happen when she gives me a withering look, "She threatens to kill you. You wanna eat ice cream." She bellows, placing her hand at the side of her hip. "I won't let her do it. Simple!" I smile. Her raged expressions say, she won't convince with just a smiling face. How could I assure her? "What if she did?" She hits the other vase with the back of her hand. I grab the bowl and shove another spoo