short, sort of a filler. it's gonna be aryan and kaya for a while, trying to reach a relationship and yes, im trying to foreshadow all the time💕
12. Games
It was that time of the day again, when Aryan had no work to settle for the day and he wouldn't want to do anything for tomorrow and his mind would only be captured by her.
Aryan wasn't sure if he liked these hours when he would only think about her no matter how hard he tried not it.
Kaya's thoughts only made Aryan restless, made him think he should not think about her too much, they would make him hate how he was being controlled by a woman in a way or other, a spiece he wouldn't mistake and trust ever; clearly, not with his life, not with his heart yet his insides would betray him and he would find himself helplessly picturing her smile, picturing her frown everytime she sat alone and thought too much, picturing her talk relentlessly, and picturing the way her lips moved against his so perfectly.
Honestly, today had not been any better even during the day. He had indulged himself in understanding his election constituency well, he had sat to design schemes&policies for the manifesto but he could not stay focused. He was distracted by her, bothered by the fact that he had not even got a glimpse of her today at all.
He had not sat with her in a while, ever since Kaya had heard him at the breakfast that day. Kaya had been sulking the entire time as if it was the worst she had heard about herself.
All these past days, Aryan could only remember Kaya being moody, Kaya not indulging in any activity with him & Kaya grumpily eating chocolates and icecream despite complaining about chest pain and cold every night. He had noticed that she binge ate everytime she was upset or didn't know what to do.
Kaya was such a dramatic and emotional woman because what Aryan said wasn't entirely wrong. Was it??? Didn't she hate him for what he was, for what he did yet her eyes would beg for him all the time?? Wasn't she a hypocrite?
She just hated being called out as much as Aryan hated admitting that she affected him more than any woman ever did.
Aryan pressed the keys to lock the car, still engrossed in her thoughts, walking inside the resort when his eyes traced the direction Mustafa and Afaf gaped at.
Aryan's jaw clenched immediately at the sight. "She told me he is nice and all but did not know they are heading so fast. " Afaf exclaimed, not really surprised because it was something usual for her to witness but Aryan only ridiculed the idea.
Aryan knew Kaya did not give a fuck about the guy, how could she when he met her just three days ago??? And Kaya's eyes screamed how she was utterly mesmerized by him fucking all the time. Aryan couldn't be wrong, right??
Aryan couldn't help but have his fingers fold into a fist, the tip of the key piercing his palm as Kaya's moan reached his ears. She took a sharp breath, her face rising up for air with her eyes still shut and her hair a mess all over as she let the man suck her left boob right over Aryan's Hummer.
She was sat on the hood of Aryan's car with the man in between her legs, holding her by her waist and his mouth on her chest.
Aryan hadn't even touched any of her beyond her lips. His chest felt so heavy at the realisation of her not being in his arms but his that Aryan could crush under it. He just wanted to smack his face off her right away because how dared he?
"Flowers for??" Aryan took the white roses from the receptionist's hand, disinterested, ofcourse until Kaya claimed her ownership upon them.
