Wrecked Souls

Chapter 5- Aarav

I was done for the day with Saxena and I sigh a breath of relief walking out of his office. I was informing my assistance about my arrival when she bumps into me and I hold her by her waist out of instinct.

But the moment she captures my figure, I can clearly see how much she would have preferred falling. So I loosen my grip on her but instantly tighten it when I take her in.

Eyes swollen like she has just cried an ocean. Her cheeks red and probably heated. She looks a mess but I still find myself holding her in place with one hand while running a thumb over her cheeks. God, she looks so exhausted.

Her eyes widen in reaction to my action and I lick my bottom lip when she catches her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What happened little Inaana? Did you just bring a flood with your cries? Huh?" Fuck, why did I say that? I feel bad for her and I'm mocking her to make her feel shitter. Fucking fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I even give a flying fuck about her situation.

"Let me go." She struggles against my grip and I drop my hand from her face to my side, keeping her locked with the other.

"Aww baby, I can give you a shoulder to cry on."

Her nostrils flare as she hisses, "And I can give you a kick in your gut if you don't let go of me right away."

"Why? Am I hurting you?"

No, no, no. Don't you fucking dare say yes.

"Yes." She blurts and I let go.

She backs away jerking and takes a few step to steady herself.

I scoff as I say, "You know it's actually funny you found my hold hurting. It was nothing compared to your brother harsh grip."

Her eyes soften and her lips quiver but she takes a few steps towards me, too close that her sweet scent fills my nostril.

"That's none of your business."

I wrap an arm around her waist, shoving her close to my chest as she struggles and glares at me, "First thing, you don't talk back to me. Do you know why you have done it quite a million times by now, little Inaana?"

"Because I can!" She snaps looking away and her movement makes a  few of her strands fly to my face and I inhale her sweet shampoo greedily.

"No. It's because I'm letting you get away with it. But don't push me Ina, you might no-"

She cuts me off with a death glare as she spits, "Might not want our damn business to go down? Pathetic! For once Aarav, why don't you keep it between us?"

Shit! The way her tongue rolled when she spoke my name sent a rush of blood straight to my heart and dick and fuck me for getting a fucking hard-on by just that. Pathetic, fucking checked.

I let go of her and I suddenly feel some sort of loss.

"Why don't you just find a job and buy yourself shits you want." I look away from her and pull out a cigarette and my zippo, trying to change the topic.

"Yeah, as in it's that easy." She murmur under breath, too bad I caught that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I search her face while she looks away biting her lower lip.

She gives her head a light shake as she says glancing at my direction, "Nothing."

I raise an eyebrow at her and she mirrors me within seconds. I shake my head turning around, taking a long puff as I head for the main door.

I stop just outside the door, and speak over my shoulder, "Stand your ground if you truly desire something, Inaana. Fight to only back down later is useless."

I don't bother turning to face her but I sure as hell feel a burn on my back as her eyes are sure to be fixed at me.

Good, let that sink in.

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I roll the cigarette between my fingers as I lay on my couch in a pair of black trousers in my living room. I tug my hair to empty my brain with her thoughts but the futile thing did nothing beside giving me a motherfucking headache.

I have had flings and one nights before but never had one woman owned my thoughts like she does.

What's so fucking special about her? Is it the way she has wars hidden beneath her delicate body or the flames buring inside her that that I would like to see her unleash some day? She isn't just a mere lady walking in a room. For when she walks in, she holds an aura that can take away breaths of many, bend people on their knees and make them ask what next.

I rub my hands over my face and tug at my hair before lighting the cigarette and taking in a deep hit. I rest my head on the armrest behind me before spreading my arms along it. I look around my living room in search of something, what exactly, I have no fucking idea.

I close my eyes as I take another puff and a vague view of Inaana's black eyes come flashing through the smoke and with clearing of some, comes the clear image of her breathtaking and the most beautiful pair of piercing eyes I have ever seen.

I open my eyes with a hiss when the cigarette burns my finger. I sit straight as I hold the bottom of it with my thumb and index finger taking one last drag before disposing it.

I walk to my room and sink down on my back as soon as I touch my bed. Though it's a king sized bed, I keep my legs down, touching the floor while I pin my arms behind my head as I look up the ceiling.

I chuckle at a sudden thought. It's funny how people think I was born with a silver spoon and has been under my dad's radar all this time. Little do they know is, I have always helped my father as much as I could and he hasn't been bothered even an inch since the day I took over the position of CEO in Malhotra enterprises. Our company is the biggest in Mumbai, and one of the most popular and well-established businesses in the country.

My father even made sure I find my own space, my house at the age of twenty two, mostly because of the way I walked inside my father's house drunk and stumbling. He made sure I don't stress my mother with my 'careless behaviour' as he quoted back then but I sure has hell know, it's because of the girls I brought over nights, too drunk to know my limits.

A snort leaves my mouth as I think of how little the crowd's opinion mean to be. But if that is what the world think, it's probably the same opinion sowed in her mind. Nope, not going there. Not giving a damn fucking second to that thought.
Not because she doesn't deserve my time but because I can't afford going there with already so much on my shoulders. 

Fuck, she deserves so much more than I can ever offer her.

I bury my face in my palms as I groan with exasperation for not having my mind in control for once in my life. I flip on my stomach, dragging a pillow from above me and gluing head on it.

I let sleep take over but the thoughts of her never once leave.

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