Twisted Love

Chapter 16

Alizeh's scream wakes me up. She is calling my name, clutching me closer to her.
And the first thought in my mind is if I am the hero or the villain in her dream. Shut the fuck up and wake her up, cunt. If being a cunt was a sport I would be the nation's goddamn pride.

I clutch her closer to me. This isn't what I do. Usually.

Every time she had nightmares in the past. I would just watch her till she screams and passes out in exhaustion. I wanted every one of her nightmares so what's the use of comforting her when she had them?

Today is different. Today she is calling my name for help. Fuck.

I wake her up. She looks at me emotionlessly, says sorry and tells me to sleep.

"What are you hiding Alizeh?"
She averts her eyes and turns her body to the other side.

"Who was it, in your nightmare?" I say as I pull her body to my side and lay on top of her, caging her.

"Wow Zo, are you jealous of my nightmares now? she asks shaking her head. Then I realise her entire body is shaking.

"Damn straight I am" No shame.

Alizeh

"I am really tired let's go to sleep." I say.

He stares at me and puts my body flush against his naked one.

"I can't breathe Ace" I say smacking his chest.

"Not my problem baby." I can't even look up to see his idiotic smile.

He kisses my forehead, trailing his fingers on my lower back, making circles. And then cups my butt.

"Stop it" I murmur.

He doesn't stop. But I go to sleep.

I wake up with a yawn and an inability to stretch my body because he is holding it too tight.

At least he has given me enough space to look at his face. I stare at him. His jaw is sharp enough to cut diamonds. He looks so dangerous. Menacing. Even in his sleep. Cruel, even in his silence.

He opens his eyes and stares back at me.
Wordlessly, I get up as he watches me. My every move.
When I come back I realise he jumped out of the window into his room.
Good riddance.

I open my eyes in the mirror and try not to scream. There are hickies on almost every part of my body. My neck. My chin. My shoulder. My breasts. My stomach. My thighs. He even gave me hickies on my back, for godsake.

I look at the Z under my breast. Dangerously close to my heart.

Kissing Zohravar is like standing on the edge of a cliff. Beautiful view but you know it is deadly. Still the dangerous part of me wanted to hurl myself down and meet my own demise. As I fall and he watches me.

I push myself on my bed where I smell him.
And then break down. Because sometimes our favourite things are the only ones that can make us cry.

I go to school today, hoping it would be bearable. I have been called Zohravar's slut atleast 50 times till now. The worst part? This rumour has been spread by the devil himself. To keep any competition away.

I reach my math class ten minutes late and what do I see? Zohravar and Anoushka sitting together. Wow.
Till now he sat behind me in every class of mine. I wonder why the change of heart.