Hers Professor {Completed}

Water behind Flames

✤✤✤Arya's POV✤✤✤

I lowered my gaze, because I was feeling very uneasy seeing him being angry like this. I felt scared by the conflagration in his eyes. The fury in them could roast my soul.

“It didn’t cross my mind before I went away and I forgot my phone at home. And I don’t remember your number. So I couldn’t contact you.” Somehow I murmured, staring at the floor in guilt.

"You forgot and it didn’t cross your mind, what do you mean by it? Isn’t it necessary for you tell me? Didn’t you think if I would be worried or not?” He questioned in anger and I shuddered in fear. Tears were about to make their way to my cheeks. My heart was throbbing in wild chaos.

I never thought he would be so angry at me. He grabbed my arms and yanked me closer to him. I was unable to keep my tears to myself now and the tiny drop sparkled on my cheeks with remorse.

I didn't have the courage to look in his eyes. I just stayed frozen on my place. When he spit in menace,"Look in my eyes, Would you?"

"I am really sorry, Please forgive me." Trembling regret fell from my lips.

My apology won't be real if I won't even look in his eyes. Then that would be only a statement made out of fear not true regret. So I finally lifted my gaze, my heart striking in my chest. Anxiousness had seized my brain completely.

My eyes dwelled in his eyes, trying to find that hidden kindness of him which was concealed behind the blaze of his wrath.

He had said many words during this period but for my ears they all become a faint echo from far away. A sound which had words but you really can't make sense of those words. And it all happened because I was so focused in his eyes, searching the kindness.

But some other emotion of his heart bumped into me. The flutter of his lips, and a translucent coating of salty pearls jewelled on his lower eye lids. The emotion rested somewhere there. The redness of his eyes resembling blood.

As if his eyes were bleeding, As if they are wounded. But the tears that shined bright with darkness hinted me. It wasn't his eyes which were wounded, it was his heart which was bleeding.

When the realisation dawned upon me. The words that were mere far away call for me some seconds ago, start colliding against my ears once again. This time they were screams, loud and harsh and deafening but filled with sorrow, crying their pain in rage.

He looked into my eyes as his breaths were slitting through his throat.

“Do you even know how worried I was? Do you even know what kind of horrifying thoughts I was having and you said you forgot?” He accused me.

And no part of my body could counter this accusation. The shame stitched my lips together to utter anything. What could I say? What could I do? I was the person who hurt that person who held me in his warm embrace when the coldness inside my heart nearly killed me.