Dark Souls √

29

He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. 

We are a match made between heaven and hell.

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He made her lie properly on the pillow covering her with the comforter.

He was not liking that somebody was disturbing his time with his wife. He opened the door with the usual straight face only to come across one of his guards.

"What?", he asked coldly glaring at the poor man who continued looking down.

"Sir, there is a girl outside. She is crying for a long time asking to meet you. Now she started saying that she would commit suicide if you didn't talk to her once", he spoke which made Randhir roll his eyes.

"Go, I am coming", he spoke as the guard bowed before walking out. He came inside before wearing his jacket giving a last look to his wife who was snuggling in the blanket cutely. 

He wanted his time with his wife and now only everything needs to be taken care of. He walked out of his room. The sound of his leather shoes hitting the floor echoing in the silent corridor as he continued zipping up his jacket walking down the stairs. He could hear the commotion on the main door.

He found his father standing there with few other guards.

He passed through them walking to the place where all the trouble was going on.

"You go to sleep", he told his father who wanted to say something but chose to say silent and go back once he observed his son's cold face.

He waited till his father walked to his room before turning his head to look at the trouble.

"Why are you embarrassing yourself?", he asked the girl standing in front of him with crossed arms.

"Bade Malik, please at least we can talk once. I can't take any other man touching me after what happened that night", she pleaded to which he raised his eyebrow at her words.

"Which night you are talking about?", he asked massaging his neck as she looked down with shyness.

"How can I say it in front of everybody?", she said in a lower voice as blinked his eyes looking at the sky. Was she really thinking he is going to fall into this? He wondered.

"I don't remember anything. Now please leave", he spoke as she stared at him with hurt.

"Bade Malik, please don't do this. I love you. I have only loved you" she pleaded as his eyes darkened. The only person who could say these three words to him was his wife. He would never allow somebody to get away saying these words to him.

"And I don't. Out now", he spoke as she picked the kerosene can from the side as he sighed.

"Think again, Bade Malik", she said as he tilted his head to both sides trying to calm his nerves.

"I would die here if you didn't accept me", she said as he stared at her before going inside and came back with a matchbox. He threw it towards her making everybody shock.

"You can't burn yourself with only kerosene", he spoke as she stared at him with parted lips.

"And before you say about that night, I am not dumb to touch you. I was drunk I know but I was not stupid to fall in your traps and touch you", he spoke as she gulped.

"Go kill yourself and lessen some trouble in my life", he spoke as his mother came inside wailing with tears falling down her eyes.

"Bade Malik, Don't do this. We are poor people. Where would I go with my daughter if you didn't accept her", she spoke as he raised his eyebrows at her.