𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 70

She watched as he took a seat after hearing that but did not immediately say something. She gripped the fork tightly, why did he say that? Why was Ziagham going along?

Wait? Does this mean he's going with me?

She turned to look at him who was focused on eating but feeling were eyes on him, he winked at her and returned his attention to his half filled plate.
She gulped and focused on hers.
After breakfast was done, she waited for him to get up. As soon as he did, she followed him to his room.

"He—oh, aren't you eager." He teased slyly.

"What? Eww!" She slapped his arm, disgusted by that. "Tell me, what is happening? Are we going? I just needed the money from you—"

"Well, you are not just getting the money from me." His tone changed from soft to distant immediately and she felt like a stranger.

"What?"

He nodded curtly. "I am going with you. You ran away when it was your mother's death and I understood it but you have me here and this time if you run, I'll damned to let you do so." He eyes flashed and she blinked back, stepping away from him.

She gulped slightly in nervousness, how had he changed so much? He was never like that with her. But at least he was helping her. The least she could do was listen to him.

"When are we going?" She mumbled, looking away from him, "I could pack my bags. . ."

"Tonight." He answered, "We would reach there by time. If you have problems in packing your bags accordingly I can send a maid."

"I think you should." They looked to Laksha who was justing coming in, "What? I'd you wanted privacy close the door." She pointed to the one opened but then shook her head, "No, no closed doors in this house!"

Alia blushed bashfully. Cringey and awkward!

"Anyway, I was saying that you should let the maids pack it for you. You are stressed for now. " She patted the young girl's shoulder, "How about you rest? I'll oversee?" She offered and Alia was tempted to take it.

"Umm," she shook her slightly, "I want to see as well. I mean they are my clothes . ."

Laksha pulled her hand back and Alia felt the lack of warmth. "I understand." Her Auntie nodded and excused herself.

Did I hurt her? She turned to look at Arman but he shook his head. "What? Those were my clothes. I didn't want to give her things that I am supposed to do."

He pointed to the door, "Tell her that."
She did and somehow felt that Laksha had not forgiven her. Was this even something to feel bad for? She wondered how sensitive it was.

The night came and they all went to the airport, all three of them. First class seats because, as Arman said, his grandmother had needed the private plane to go back to their home in hills.

"Private plane?" She shrieked. "You, have a private plane?"

He merely rose a beautiful bushy eyebrow, "and you didn't think that when you asked me for tens of lakhs?"

Ziagham Snickered.

"Oh shut it," she growled and sar with her belt in place. "I didn't think, that's it."

"No shocker, you haven't done that in a done time." Ziagham didn't hold back and that made Arman laugh too.

Alia glared at the uncontrollably shaking shoulders of his.

******

Crack. "oh shit," she groaned out, waking up from her slumber and stretching. "It's too—"

"Painfull." Ziagham groaned from behind them. He loved adding his two cents to everything.

"Go to the bar then." Arman said from his own small private suite, "or just have some food."

That perked her up. She immediately sat up and remembered that there was also private shower here. "I'm gonna go for shower." She told him and he nodded.
Now she knew why auntie Laksha had had a small bag packed.

Hot water was available and it soothed the aching joints. She didn't use the washing amenities there and used what she had brought.

Opening the door to hers, she stopped at the sight in front of her. The door opened and she gulped.

The man stopped too. "oh, you too." Then frowned, "What's wrong, Alia?"

She shook her head with heated cheeks. "Nothing Ziagham." She said to the barely dressed man who nodded and left.

She let her eyes trail down the back of his, where the water droplets ran wild. They moved as he did.

He was bulky, she realised, and hot too. Warmth spread all over body as she wat he'd him until he disappeared.

Her eyes widened at her own thoughts. What was she thinking? She went back in and closed the door. The fuck? She closed her eyes and pinched her nose. What was wrong with her?

"Alia?" A knock came on her door. "All okay?" Arman.

"Y-yes," she stuttered and checked herself once in tbe mirror. Opening the door, she smiled at him. "Hi."

He nodded with a slight smile and they stared at each other. "Took your time, didn't you?"

She giggled, "the joints ached. Hot water held tremendously."

"Tremendously?" He chuckled and stepped closer. "Oh? Really?"

Her eyes watched his burn and she caught drift.

Seconds later, they were making out like they did five years ago.