The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 33

Hazel's pov

I blink my eyes several times to make sure the thing I was seeing was true. I clearly remember I dozed off in the middle of the assignment, but a completed assignment was submitted via an email already. some pages have been edited and corrected too.

"Don't tell me he did this ?" I questioned more to myself. Did he complete and submit this? My mouth hung open with a surprise. How? I mean why? Then suddenly something clicked on my mind.

"That means he came to my room last night? Then that th-at wasn't a dre-am?" I mumbled with my shaky voice. pushing the laptop aside I ran to the dressing table and looked at my reflection. Confirming my doubts, two light red marks were already there on the crook of my neck.
My fingers curled in my fist. My throat went dry as I was now remembering a few blurred memories of last night.

That wasn't a dream. How dare he, bragged into my room and did this to me . Anger tears slowly gathered it's way to my eyes. Why is he playing with me like this? I don't want to be his plaything. Hot tears rolled down it's way to my cheeks . But if he only wants to torment me, why did he do my assignment? Because he is caring for you ,you fool my inner dirty exclaimed. No no he is not he always wants only to hurt me. I know that much now. Questions swimming in my mind.He is not the type who cares about others right then why did he do it?

My life becomes more and more complicate with each passing day. I'm stressing out because of his bipolar behaviour. I wanted to know why he was doing this. Maybe he is in love with you?? My inner dirty smirk again. I was stunned for a second . No no that will never happen, he already has a girlfriend and he only wants to torment me and hurt me with his rude attitudes and hurtful words. I tried to be more rational. I have to ask him his reason for doing all these. Why does he always love to confuse me with his behaviour?
I wiped my tears with the back of palms.

"Be more brave Haz don't let him continue his nusty doings. You have to get answers from him this time my inner subconscious was telling me repeatedly, chanting that as a mathra over my head I again flickered my eyes to my reflection..

"Yes..i wouldn't give him any chance this time, i will take all the answers from him today. I'm having enough of this stupid sick game. I will not let him take advantage of me again". Swearing to myself I whipped all the tears running through my cheeks and stormed towards his room. I had the determination to face him and tell him to get the hell out of my life.

With my new courage ,I charged all the way to his room.the door was closed, without bragging inside I thought to knock first because unlike him ,I'm a girl with manners. Anger bubbling over my chest tightening it with a lot of questions running through my mind .I loudly knocked on his door but there wasn't any answer from inside.my heart beat increased with each passing second.

is he purposely ignoring me? With gritted teeth I again lifted my hand to loudly bang on his door with a force but suddenly the door opened and losing my balance I landed on something hard and wet . I yelped with the suddenness.

I was practically clinging into his bare wet chest with both my palms on his bare wet chest, water drops dropping from his still wet hair. My holy eyes set on his package with wide eyes.his chest was glistening with all the water drops running through it. I gulped with nervousness. Am I really brave enough to face him? A question raised over my brain.My whole face was heated with the his nearness.

"Like what you see??" His husky voice sounded like a slap across my already red cheeks.I was clinging on to him like a monkey.ohh god kill me. Cursing over my head I stood straight in his door frame while pushing myself away from his tall frame. His Wicked remark made me more angry with his stupid handsome face. Really Haz??What was I even thinking??? But on the other hand it was not that wrong. He is practically like a model but it's not the time to think any of this. I'm in the lion's den for god sake.