We both are at the loss of words and we know they will only make the matter worse as our silence spoke words which held in-depth emotion but we cannot even understand it and considered them irrelevant. “Close your eyes.. Go to sleep, everything is fine…” He whispered, kissing my neck softly. I felt disgusted at myself, I hated myself for it. I detest myself for liking this solace I am receiving from him. ‘I felt so revolting, how can I feel safe in those arms which desire to embrace my sister?’ How can I feel tranquility and insurance in this hand that tried to defile me? Why after all this his touch made me feel secure? I am so, so disgusted at myself. How can I feel anything for the person who loved my sister? He moved as we both laid down and I slept in his embrace. For the first time, the next morning, I saw him sleeping next to me, holding me close. His breath lingered on my face as my eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat and the heat emerging from him traveled in m
"I'll send you to Grandma's place. From now on, My wife will prepare every food I desire and according to my liking." My eyes widened when I heard it. "But Sir-" "You are dismissed, Flurry." He said looking away but not before sending a menacing glare in my direction. "Do you want to go, Flurry?" I asked. She looked at me then at Ryan and looked down as she shook her head 'no' hesitantly while tears brimmed in her eyes. "Fine then, I'll prepare your food and she will prepare mine... " I announce. "No one asked you." He said nonchalantly. "I am your wife. We distribute equal rights and she will stay here." I said. "You don't have any rights-" I cut him off by saying. "If you are the Head of the house then I am the Madam of the house, My words matter." I declared and stood up. "Flurry, make porridge for me for lunch and ask him what he wants so that I'll prepare it." I said and left for my room. I plopped myself on the bed, awaiting the devil to come and start an argument
Ryan POV:-It's midnight and it seems like the bed has lost its comfort and my slumber has been deprived of me. A strange coldness surged in me as I felt… Lonely. No bickering, no mocks, a pitch silence is spread across the room and an empty stomach. “What have I done?” I somehow felt alone because there's no one to snuggle close to me. A numbness took over me as I laid on the bed, frustrated. I put my hand over my face and emit a deep breath. I shouldn't have said that, no matter what, if anything happened to her, it would be my fault. “No, she is okay, she is with her sister.” I tried to reassure myself. But at the same time, some uneasiness and distress lingered in my heart as my heartbeat became faint in dread. “But what if she is not?” I sat up and got out of the bed. I went to the kitchen and thought about calling Rebecca.But after what I told her, I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to her over the phone.“Should I call her?”I looked for something to fill
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I whispered tenderly. I looked at her, unconscious on my lap and for the first time, I ran my hands in her hair out of affection. “What good these tears gave you?” I asked again. I twirl my fingers in her hair as an involuntary smile crept upon my lips. She was breathing heavily while holding me close to her as if her life depended on me. And I don’t want to accept it but her clasp on my skin increased my heart rate along with unspokenly strange sensations. My fingers trailed down to her face, stroking them gently as the cold breeze embraced us. “Rebecca…” I called knowing my words are not reaching her. I brushed the sand off from her face and shoulders as I wiped her tears still gleaming her cheeks with the back of my palm. “I am sorry… It was my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you.” I apologize softly, caressing her gently. The dried tears on her cheek made my heart clench. I should have provided her solace, what's the point of
Rebecca POV:- I don't understand him, he is the one who threw me out of the house, over the phone, not to mention and then took me back. “What is his problem? Is Ryan bipolar or something?” I muttered, walking down. “He should have let me go so that he can live his life in peace.” I continued with a puff forming over my face. After all I have made his life hell, the look of loathe and betrayal always flashed in his eyes. Sometimes I feel compassion for him, he has no faults and is still stuck in the undesirable situation of spending his life with me. Me, whose own father threw her out, thinking of her as nothing but contempt and he is living with me. “Dammit.” My heart clenched as I leaned on the counter of the kitchen and put my hands over my chest and lowered my head. I closed my eyes as mystifying thoughts came to my mind and didn't let me think straight. I vaguely remember going to the beach, remembering those days when all of us used to go there and enjoy oursel
As I was watching, Ryan put legs over my laps to which I gasped. "What the hell?! Remove your legs, Mr Knight." I hissed when his cold feet touched my skin. He laid on the sofa and put his leg over me and put his hand under his head and closed his eyes. "I am talking to you, remove them!" I said angrily, raising my voice. "Shut up." That was his only reply. I was about to remove his legs but he applied weight on it, making it impossible to remove. “Hah, weak.” A victorious smirk crept upon his lips, I glared at him but he didn't care and closed his eyes. I cursed under my breath and turned to my movie. After a while, I saw him shivering, I put my hand over his feet which were cold as ice. “I told you to lower the AC temperature but no.” I muttered. I looked around to find something to cover his feet, he was sound asleep and being a light sleeper, I didn't want to wake him too. “Tsk, what a pain.” I tentatively put my warm hands over his feet and squeeze them slightly.
Ryan POV:- “Argh.” I was sitting in my office, deep in thoughts. My mind is clouded with enigmatic thoughts that are making me feel uneasy and disgusted too, like how can I like Rebecca being close to me? “That rude, irritating and cold woman is the most undesirable woman.” I growled, rubbing my temples. “Then why the hell do I feel attracted to her?! Why does her tears soften my heart?” I growled, slamming my hand on the table. Why the urge to explore those ice walls, what despair hidden deep inside her always got the best of me? When I want to become her darkness, then why do I want to know what is her darkness? “Why do I feel compassion for her?!” I asked myself, hissing under my breath. The door knocked and my assistant entered, “Are you alright, Sir?” She asked. “Yeah, why?” I asked, frowning at her. “I heard a noise outside so I thought I might ask.” She replied vaguely. Maybe I should keep my thoughts inside my head. “It’s nothing. You go.” I ordered. She shrugged
"Some mistakes are irredeemable." She said it more to herself in a gloomy voice. I wanted to say something to comfort her and this time I did. "But you cannot destroy your future because of your past." She looked at me as she snickered. "What's with that sudden change? If you want to fix our relationship then let me tell you there's no relation between us, the only emotion present between us is hatred." I swallowed the bitterness of her words inside me and replied in a cold voice, "I know. You don't have to tell me." She then nodded. I went to our room. “Do I have to dress up?” She asked bitterly, checking her dress. “No, you look fine.” I replied coldly as I freshened myself as we went to have dinner. The dinner was silent. The sound of soft music in the background somehow eased the tension in the air a little but Rebecca. As always unaffected by anything, continued to eat her food. I wanted to know her, even though I knew a lot about her, her education, her remarkable
My heart was torn to countless pieces. Regret ate me upon seeing her like this. She let out loud sobs as tears also rolled down my cheeks in heartbreak and remorse as Rebecca began to say between the sobs. "Please Ryan.. I beg you. Take everything away from me.. But.. But please.. Don't do this for me.. I.. I can't live without you.. You are my everything.” She cried. “My life.. My breath.. My heartbeat.. My smiles.. My reason to live.. Everything resides in you. Please don't take it away… please don't leave me.. I will do anything. But please.. Don't hate me. Don't leave me…” Her words evoked woeful tears, the realization that my presence is all she needs and I failed to realize this. “You are my hope for tomorrow.. After taking me out from the abyss. Don't leave me there anymore. After becoming my light, don't fade away.. Please, I beg you Ryan. Don't do this to me…" She begged, lowering her head. A loud gasp of sob escaped my lips as I held her hand and kissed them, rele
Ryan POV:- There is an eerie silence in the house. It doesn't feel like home at all. I missed Rebecca a lot and felt so heartbroken when I couldn't be able to tell her how much I love her and what her worth is; which is greater than any riches of heaven. Even if I try, I can’t tell her how vast my love for her is. A pain inflicted on me and hurt me a lot to see the empty wall as no sound of Rebecca can be heard anywhere. No smiles of hers reached my eyes. I want nothing from God but to bow in front of her. I worship you too. She is present in my very prayer but Dad plus the doctor's words are pushing me in turmoil. I have to let her go because I am
My eyes slowly opened when a bright light fell upon my face. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision. My heart felt hollow as I felt so weak. I looked around and found myself in Marianne's room. My throat was dry. I shifted and saw Marianne, sleeping on the couch. “Papa…?” I slowly sat up, my head hurt along with an aching pain in my heart. I put my hand over my head and closed my eyes, feeling heartbroken. “Marianne?” The creaking sound of the door made me think that it's Ryan so I quickly shot my head but the one who came was Papa. "Papa." I whispered. "Oh, My child, Finally you are awake." Papa came and patted my head. He sat beside me as I
Rebecca POV:- My everything came to halt when Ryan told me that we have lost our child. My world came to a crash, my breaths stopped, my mind went blank, my reason to live suddenly began to feel meaningless. “What have I done?” I was willing to bear any pain with a smile but this is something unbearable. It's all my fault, my pathetic decision killed my child. “No, this has to be a lie…” I was on fire, my eyes couldn't see. My body couldn't feel anything but devastation. A deadly ravage roamed in every inch of my core. I was losing my breath. Nothing in this world can be comparable to this heartbreaking pain. I was damaged beyond repair, killed from inside.
An involuntary smile crept upon my lips when I read it. Getting some motivation on how to love from him. If Jayden loves someone, that person would be lucky. If I didn't give this to Rebecca, I would be unfair. I can feel the pain of his words. I put it in my pocket and went home. My heart skipped a beat as unnerving thoughts stirred my mind. I went home after two days, I hoped Rebecca would be alright. I guess at that time, she must have thought about things… about us. Now Jayden is gone, the only way to find liberation for Rebecca is.. divorce. I shuddered when I thought about it. I swallowed hard and searched for Rebecca. “Where’s Rebecca? I told you to
"Don't touch me!" I said, holding her arms and pushing her away, unintentionally it was a little hard which caused her to stumble and it tore my heart. How can I be so harsh? "Why are you doing this?!" She shouted, falling on the ground. "I never desired you in the first place, get out of my life." I said looking down at her. Her breath hitched when she heard it. She looked at me with a hint of astonishment. Invoking a ravage inside her, throwing her into an endless pit of turmoil. “W.. What?” She kept looking at me to find any hint of affection but the only thing which was plastered on my face was seriousness which intoxicated her in venom.
Ryan POV:- I have told so many harsh things to Rebecca, she is hurt. My words are breaking her heart, my whole being is giving her scars. I am doing things to her which I never thought I would. I am deliberately pushing her away and being this cold to her hurt me. I don't want to do it but I have no control over my senses and I am lost in the delusion that she can only be happy if she stays away from me. “Doctor, I complied with your word but… my distances were only hurting her.” I said sadly. “I know, Rebecca told me. Ryan, I know taking the responsibility of an emotionally fragile person is extremely hard. I doubt you could do it.” He sighed. “There is a possibility,
The next day, I woke up and saw Ryan sleeping beside me. A smile crept upon my lips when I saw him but It was a sad one and the only question on my mind was, 'Why are you refraining yourself, why are you pushing me away?' I closed my eyes and remained like this, not wanting this moment to end and wishing that he doesn't go back to his cold personality again. "Are you awake?" He asked softly, my heart skipped a beat, worried he might not scold me. I nodded and said faintly, "Thank you." He hummed and shifted. We both sat up and I kept smiling at him. No words were exchanged between us as we both got ready and he did what my Father did.
None of us spoke another word after it as the time passed quickly and I went home even if I didn't want to. "Where were you?" I heard Ryan's strict voice from behind, he was leaning on the wall looking at me direly which made my heart race at his dominance. "Why do you care?" I scoffed, folding my arms. "I am tired of living in that room. I will sleep in my room, come if you want." He said nonchalantly. My eyes widened for a second when I heard it. A shiver went down my spine, I turned to look at him. "Don't leave me, Ryan. Please." I said in a barely audible tone. "I won't stay in that room. Learn how to deal with your fears." He said firmly, which immerse