Between The Singhanias

Chapter 11

Hot breath fanned the skin of her neck as she heard soft breathing. Dhruvika forced her eyes open, experiencing the new, strange yet soft feelings. Avyaan laid beside her and close to her with his arm encircling her waist as if she will disappear if he let her go.

He looked so serene and peaceful while sleeping that she couldn't stop herself from bringing her face closer to his beautiful one, to admire him. Why can't he be always like this? Dhruvika thought as she ran her fingers in his black hair that covered his eyes. Dhruvika wanted everything to be like this. Forever. If only that was going to happen.

And her husband's dark lips tempted her more to press on her own. But before Dhruvika could let her thoughts roam around wildly, the sharp knife placed on her throat, took her breath away as her body pressed on the bed. Black pair of eyes stared at with fire yet softened after a while.

"Avyaan," choked Dhruvika under his grip as he noticed her thrashing under him with fear in her eyes. Was this man insane to sleep with a knife? Wondered Dhruvika as Avyaan moved away from her.

"Are you- why I'm not in my clothes,"she was fast enough  to pull the sheets above herself and hide her body from his gaze. She was just in her black bra and panty and she had questioned herself that what had he done to her? If yes, her body was trembling with rage and looking at his state, her doubts cleared. He was shirtless, showing perfectly his toned abs with hair in a mess and in black jeans.

"Don't you tell me you touched me without my permission?" With threat in her words, she declared. Avyaan let out a sigh, whilst moving the strands of his hair back.

"What if I say I did?" he winked at her with a smile that slayyed his sexiness. Dhruvika trembled in shock, she never knew he would go to an extent to disrespect a woman even if that woman was his wife.

"You are really a bastard, Avyaan. I never thought you would do something like this. You are a typical man who thinks that women's are meant to be slaves. I loathe you..." Tears threatened to drop from her eyes, hearing her own words yet she said to quench her anger.

"I don't like you anyway, Dhruvika," With that, Avyaan was gone, but not before slipping in his black T-shirt and taking his leather jacket with him. More angry and frustrated she got as his words re-played in her mind. 'What if I say I did?' His mischief yet shameless words didn't seem to fit her right.

Throwing the sheets away from her body, she stepped down from her bed and gazed at half-naked self in the mirror. They were married yet Dhruvika didn't liked what he did.

"Who messed it up this time?" Letting out a heavy breath, mumbled Dhruvika.

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Meera pushed his body away from herself while taking Yuvaan back in shock. "Don't push me away ever?" He threatened. The ego of a Singhania getting shattered by a girl... a delicate and fragile girl.

His warn for awhile had dominanted Meera by the tone in which he spoke to her. She never heard his so dangerous and bone-shaking tone ever, then why today? But he was the most unexpected person she had ever came across with. He was the same person who accused her last night for being what? A attention seeker? A fool? Foolish enough to fall for him.

But she shrugged his threat away from her mind when his words from the last night took over her fear of being stalked. "Why are you here?" Meera questioned, she started walking but was pulled by him.

"Don't walk away from me," warned Yuvaan. She closed off her eyes. What was she to him? His slave to obey everything he said and wished?

Yuvaan pushed her body in his car as her back hit with the gear. She had let out a hiss in pain and discomfort when he also pushed her legs inside the car and got on the driver's seat and started driving his car.