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Rayr had left soon after.
The night was young, and her heart was dying. Nothing she did could quench the thirst she now felt to make him feel the same pain. She wanted him to hurt for her the way she suffered due to him.
One moment, she wanted to run her lance through him, the next, she wanted him in her arms. It didn't help that she now sat in front of her mirror, decking herself for something she had never faced before. It was a heady feeling.
She pushed the red marigold deeper into her hair.
Ugh, she thought, wrenching the poor flower out of her bun and launching it right into the dustbin. She was looking beautiful, but she hated that particular adjective. Fierce, deadly, terrific were better words. But now, she had no choice but to look beautiful. A suitor was coming to see her today, and her mum had asked her to behave.
She wondered what would happen if the relationship actually happened. She'd have to marry this absolute stranger, have sex with him, manage his household, bear him children, pretend to love him, all the while having completely surrendered herself to a man who came to kill her.
How ironic, she chuckled dryly.
When her parents had suggested that she marry, she had not refused them. Because she knew she'd loved him so deep that she'd never know any other form of love other than him. But she also wanted someone who would stay with her, give her company and not decieve her or play with her feelings. The loneliness was getting to her nerves and she wanted to get rid of it.
She no longer cared who she was forced to spend her life with, because her life had become a prison cell to her. No longer it mattered to her who came and went between her legs or whose child she bore. The man she loved was beyond the enemy line, and she'd have gladly toed the line had there been a sliver of a chance that he'd mourn for her after killing her. The chasm between her and the love she thirsted for was widening and deepening, and she was sauntering at the edges, risking a fall but never coming back to the safe zone. The dangers she faced brought her at least one glimpse of his beautiful face, if she went back to her safety she wouldn't get to see him at all. No, the dangers full of him held more attraction for her than the safety without him.
She stood up slowly, her light green saree draped snugly around her. She walked gracefully to the door, and swept down the stairs into the living room. Her mom and dad sat there, immobile and tensed. She sat down on an adjacent couch, and pulled her aanchal on to her lap, and waited.
Within minutes the doorbell rang. Her mother held the door as the two men and a woman entered gaily. The woman nudged the younger man, and he shyly came and sat down beside her. Their eyes met, and she smiled briefly before lowering her gaze. It was clear by he way he looked at her that he liked what he saw. The families talked a d the man kept shifting closer and closer to Y/N. Considering that she'd have to spend her life with this guy, she let him come closer. She was squirming a little, but she calmed herself down fast enough.
Darling, why don't you two spend some time alone?
Yeah why don't you? Beta why don't you take him to your room?
Okay papa.
She got up with the same bridal smile and led him upstairs into her room. He came in slowly, and closed the door behind him. He looked about once, and then turning to Y/N, he said,
Your room's a mess.
I know. It's just that I'm too lazy.
Don't worry. I'm pretty similar in this respect.
