I ignore making any unpleasant mistake that could pull his anger toward me. It still terrifies me when I recall it. I wanna see it myself, is the advocate fine? He's not dead, right?
I grab the phone and shove some cash in my purse. I scroll out of the house.
Kadam blocks my path. There is a five feet' gap between us. I'm not scared of him. I don't know what kind of instructions my husband has given to him after yesterday. He's wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He's so tall, taller than my husband and the broadest shoulder I've ever seen. His posture is definitely scary. The determination in my mind that he won't hurt me doesn't let me feel fear. He could tear anyone easily as it's an easy task, but he won't do it.
" You can't allow yourself to be alone out of home, ma
I'm considering returning to our room after lunch. I don't want them to pull another experiment on me. I want a peaceful day for myself. I'm lazy today. I'm missing them. We've only exchanged a few messages since the morning. I kept my distance from my phone today. It doesn't seem nicer to disturb them. I glance at my wrist closely while climbing the stairs. My heart gives a loud thunder, my eyes widen as I don't watch my step and I'm going to slip from the stairs. I miss one step and glide on the nook of it. Two strong arms clutch me. My breath comes in short gasps as I glance at his poker face with big eyes. He was walking so silently I didn't realize he was following me. He keeps ascending the stairs, still hoisting me up in his arms. I blink several ti
I can't help the stupid grin spreading on my lips. I stride at the door of our room in my black gown, my wavy hair spread on my shoulders. He didn't tell me. Where are we going? I'm nervous. Will he kiss me again? I feel butterflies again. I need to read some romantic books. I wanna do something for my husband. Something especial) My phone pings. I whirl and hurry at the table. I bend down and pick it up. His message pops on the screen. He's waiting outside. I bend again to pick my clutch. I stride at the door and drop my phone in it while walking. I don't know. Will he approve of my look or not? I want it, yes. I release a nervous breath when I bring myself to a halt in front o
My phone rings in my pocket. I take it out as I gaze down at it, " Love," I tap on her stomach softly. She clenches my arm. The back of my fingers rub on the soft skin of her arms. I fu****g hate it when I see tears in her eyes. It blackens my mood. She looks at me with her mesmerizing eyes and then down at my screen. She nods with a smile and returns to the screen. She's still holding my arms while talking and smiling with them. I pull my arm. She let it slip from her hold, my whole body tightens when her fingers brush on my strong skin. I hoist it up, " Yes," I glare afar through the glass window. The glass is bulletproof. I clench my hand as bullets hit the window continuously. something is really going on wrong. I release an exasperated sigh.
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. &nb
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
I look outside the window. The sunlight is bright. The sky is clear. My heart, it's feeling so much pain. I should be with my husband. We were going home. There's no sign of hope. Deep down I know, he'll come for me. Everything is going to be perfect. I didn't cry. But I want to shout as loud as I can in agony. So it could reach him. My inside is clawing at me, scratching the walls of my heart, telling me to run away from here. Eleanor is a sweet girl. She kept the worries away but for a short time. I can feel that emptiness "Love," Sas softly says in her sweet voice. "Good morning," I glance at her. The blurry sight of my tells, I don't know that it's there. "Hey," She pushes her body up with her palms against the mattress in less than a blink and wraps her arms around me to comfort me. She could h
It's silent. Sas leans against the wall and keeps her eyes out of the window, "The glass is thick. We can't break it. There's no furniture. Otherwise, we could take its help." Sas says. The remaining furniture is locked with a wooden floor. "Lay down," I told her. She whirls to see me, "I always think you are strong. You proved it today." She says. There's only sadness in her eyes. "I can't mull over what I don't have now. I've reason to be strong." I look at her. "I don't know. what would they do to us?" Her chin begins to tremble. I hurry at her and fold my arms around her, "They'll come for us." I promise her. This hope is giving me strength. He won't dare to harm us. He wo
His car stops in front of a mansion. His man opens the door for us. He climbs out first. I step out of the car behind him. He buttons his coat as he looks at the entrance as someone is waiting for him. I hold out my hand. Sas immediately wraps her fingers tightly around my palm. "Where are we?" Sas asks, digging her slender fingers in my palm. "My home," He says and takes long strides to get in. My heart is slamming against my chest. It could be dangerous too. Jack comes behind us. Sas refuses to move. I'm also afraid. Once we get in. We'll be at his mercy. He could do anything. I can see guards around us and his mansion holding their guns. "It must be his daught
Gradually my consciousness returns. My head is pounding. It's hurting and feeling as it will burst. Instead of a valour mattress, I'm feeling cold hard metal beneath my body. I can hear muffled crying. I know this voice. I recognized it immediately. I wasn't sure. I was dreaming or it was reality, someone was injecting me. I couldn't decipher, couldn't see him, it was dark around me. I can hear some mumbles too. But that isn't my concern for now. My concentration is on the familiar voice. I snap open my eyes when I hear my mind shouting at me that Sas is crying she must be in trouble. I squeeze my eyes again against the bright daylight. My heart is pounding in my ears. I blink rapidly, adjusting my sight against the bright light. Am I dreaming? I don't remember coming here.&
I swivel to face him. When Kadam told me she slipped in the washroom. I ask Vikas to tell the Pilot to be prepared. It was going to be six weeks. I was getting details of her every move. I'm not regretting my decision to start her training. It didn't merely distract her but she could keep herself safe. She's suffering from a high fever. The doctor has injected her. Ammi insisted that we should stay here until she gets well. It's not good for her health. She needs rest. She looks happy around her friend's company. "It can't be just Sunny. He's not powerful." Aasif swirls around the chair. He pulls me back from my thoughts. I clench my hands and stare out of the window, "He'll die but not open his mouth. His family is at stake. It's no use to waste time on
That night I fell asleep with his arms around me after our making. His arm is locked around me. I look for my clothes and his arm around me stops me from moving. I glance at his shirt on the marble floor. Pushing myself ahead, I try to grab it. My fingers still couldn't reach it. I watch it with a slight furrow between my brows. I tried one again. His arms tighten around my waist and tug me back to his hard chest, "What are you doing, Love?" He asks in his sleepy soft voice. Swivelling my neck I look at his face, "It's going to be seven. We need to dress up." I say. I push the locks of his dark hair away from his face, "Am I going to see your beautiful eyes?" My voice is barely above a murmur. He snaps his e
I stare at the roof, toying the hem of my blanket. I rushed to my parents home after climbing down the helicopter. I didn't dare to look at my phone again. It beeped and rang many times. I ignored it. The door of the room is still locked. Momi and aunts have knocked on it many times. I have a mystery to solve. I'm damn sure. It was a female voice, but I couldn't recognize it. Whoever it was, she's so clever. The scary part is I doubt it to be from our family. And they! They asked for Sas and me to go come with them. Whoever is she/he? She isn't a fan of Aasif and Yuvaan. Who could be? Only Aasif and Yuvaan can reply to me. I try to get my full attention on it. They are related. Aasif and Yuvaan, I've seen his family pictures with Yuvaan. The
I park the car behind his car and stare at my clutch in my lap. I take out my phone, stepping out of the Jeep. I hit on his number when there was no message on the screen. My heart begins to thud loudly. It's unreachable. I bring it before my eyes with pursed lips. I try it again. I stare at Kadam. He stands tall inspecting the surroundings, "Do you need to tell me something?" I've strong feeling. He knows. "Yes, ma'am. Boss will be busy." He says. I glance at him for more. He turns back to check the surroundings. I shake my head, "That's it?" I ask him. "Yes, ma'am." He says. I purse my lips again. When was he going to tell me? I click o
His lips curled up in a smile as he declared last night that we're going to his farmhouse. I force myself out of the single bed. Something strange happened. I grab my phone with a full grin on my face. It drops. He didn't message me today. He didn't even call. He has changed. Did he find someone? I shake my head. It's a bad feeling. I'm not gonna go through it. I step out of the bed. I try to focus on other things. I'm going to a farmhouse with them and I'm gonna see guava orchards, lemon orchards and vegetables. I doll up into a blue blouse with puffy full sleeves arms and a black shirt with a slit. I curled the end of my hair. Momi helps me to do the makeup. I'm determined