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He pulled the zip on my dress up. And attached the chain on the back. His hands linger on my exposed skin. I shivered, why I am feeling like this? Why I am feeling so much vulnerable? He makes me lose control over myself. It is not good to harbor these feelings for him. No, he is not going to stay, and being with me is dangerous. He turned me around.

 "You are beautiful don't let anyone's word get to you." He placed something on my hand. "You don't like gifts that don't mean from the heart. But this one is, I want you to have it. It is expensive, yes but my heart is in it. I promise you that" He said and then he kissed my forehead.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" I asked. "I was getting you ready. I may not be a fashion designer like my brother or I may not own a fashion house like my mother. But I do learn few things from them. And today it helped with you. Now, I can get ready." He said looking at me. And then he left me there alone. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw his work. The little red heart on my hairs, or the earrings he had chosen. The bracelet that had adorned my wrist now. All were carefully selected for me. But it wasn't someone who knows these things.

He was someone who wanted to dress me like his wishes. Like he wanted to see me, he wanted to make me realize that in his eyes I am beautiful. But why? Why he is doing something like this? I don't know. I walked out of the door carefully so I don't trip over the dress. And then I walked into his room unannounced. I can see his back. And it was marked like his front. 

I touched it and he stiffens. "Are those hurting still?" I asked. "Not always. I am getting something better than your average medication." He said turning around and looking at me. "Help me chose"

I smiled and picked a shirt for him and the suit and tie. "here, she will love you in this and you both will reconcile soon. I know after tonight you two would never ever fight. At least I won't be coming between you two." He placed his hands on my waist. 

"Tell me, what would you like to see me into?" He asked. I pulled his hands off my waist and moved back. "Doesn't matter, what I like sir. It matters what she likes tonight it is her celebration." I turned around to leave. It was a mistake coming in here.

He held my hand stopping me. "I still want to know because it matters to me." I don't know why those words pierced my heart. It is breaking. It is breaking into pieces. "if you must know I liked that dark grey striped suit of yours and black silk shirt no tie, top buttons open and the grey fitted trouser of yours." I said not looking at him and pulling my hand away. 

"You were noticing me?" He asked surprised. "Only when you slept in your chair in your office drooling all over your mouth. Yes, I was. I had pictures to prove the same but sadly those pictures aren't mine to keep so the phone got destroyed beyond the point of salvation."

"I am sorry, I truly am. I wish I can tell you that I can get you back those memories. But I cannot, sadly. But I have taken something irreplaceable. I am sorry, I am so sorry." He told me. "I understand, I have forgiven you a long time ago. My only regret is I cannot have the last gift my father ever bought for me. But he is in my memories, he will always be." 

"I am sorry again" I wiped my tears nodding and walking away. I saw Neev was there waiting to take me out to the venue. After everything that had happened, he decided that one of them should be with me all the time. Whether it is Ronit or whether it is Neev.

So now I am stuck in between two men. Two very possessive and protective men. "Do you have to take me to an event which I had perfected personally?" I asked as soon as we settled into the car. "Yes, it is necessary. No one is going to leave you alone. Not after what happened in a place where it shouldn't have" he said and then I saw the security detail. There were two cars similar to us following us. One was in front of us and one in the back.

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