Revenge- Arylie O/S

Part 6- When I Look at You

Guys there are 5 other parts that are 🥵❤️‍🔥 in order to keep the flow of the story I needed to pull back bit. Also keeping in mind characters thoughts and feelings. Rest assured sab milega. I'm working on the other parts as we speak. Hope you enjoy!
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Imlie stared at herself in the mirror as she splashed her face with cold water. It had been a few days since their little rendezvous at the office.

Luckily Arpita didi hadn't asked her too many questions when she had come home, but the embarrassment on Imlie's face was enough to tell anyone that something indeed HAD taken place.

She managed to avoid Aryan for the last few days by coming to bed extremely late and waking up early so that she could be out of their room before he woke.

However she couldn't avoid him going to and from the office because she needed a ride. He hadn't really picked up on anything until that evening itself when he tried confronting her after dinner.

She had simply made an excuse saying she was exhausted and that she wanted to go to bed.

Here she was standing in front of the mirror, feeling extremely vulnerable and sad. She knew Aryan was her husband and that he had certain expectations from her but Imlie wasn't as experienced as he was.

Sure they had made out and done quite a few other 'activities' but Imlie had never truly taken the initiative with Aryan the way he had with her, except for that one day during their meeting.

After what had taken place in the office, neither she nor Aryan had brought up what happened.

Imlie wasn't sure if that made her happy or sad, about the fact that her ABP hadn't even talked about what transpired between them that day.

What if he was expecting things?

What if she couldn't satisfy him?

What if he didn't want her like that?

What if-

"Imlie" Aryan was knocking softly on the bathroom door. "Imlie, are you okay?"

"ABP...bas ek minute."

She tied her dupatta across her shoulder down at her waist, fixing her hair she slowly opened the door and looked at him.

"Imlie tum teekh ho?" He had a worried look on his face.

Not wanting to worry him, or talk about her own insecurities, Imlie looked at him and simply nodded.

"Bas woh aaj thakan kuch zyada hi hogayi shayad"

Pushing past him she walked towards the sofa she had been sleeping on and grabbed a pillow, plopping down, and placing it in her lap.

"Sara din mera sar khaati rehti ho tum. Thakan nahi hogi toh aur kya hoga?"

Aryan stood there confused as she slowly started to sob.

Turning around he walked over and crouched down in front of her putting one hand on her knee.

"Imlie what's wrong?" He moved his hands up to cup her face as she continued to sob.

"ABP hum woh-" she could barely string together a coherent sentence let alone tell him what was wrong.

"Imlie look at me, please" he moved her face up to meet her eyes.

"ABP, hum ka nahi pata tum kya chahat ho humsein, kahe ki, na humra koi boyfriend tha pehle, aur tum jannat ho na ke babusaheb aur humre beech kuch aisa koi rishta nahi tha kab ho-" she trailed off looking at the confused expression on his face.

"Imlie, main nahi janta hoon ke past mein tum kis ke saath thi aur kya hua tha. Main bas yeh janta hoon ke abhi isi waqt, mujhe tumhare alava, na koi nazar ata hai, aur nahi koi nazar ayega."

Letting go of her face he stood up and took a seat beside her, grabbing one of her hands and holding it up to his face.

"Imlie you've taken over my thoughts. My day begins and ends with you. If only you knew how much I care about you and how much you mean to me. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Imlie. I can't ever bear the thought of something happening to you, do you understand?"

She couldn't understand a single word, all she saw was sadness and pain in his eyes at the thought of losing her.

All she had ever seen was care and concern cross his face.

How could she be so dumb as to believe that Aryan of all people would impose his expectations on her?

Would force her to do things she wasn't completely ready for?

He slowly lifted her hand up to his lips and kissed her, smiling.

"Imlie, jo bhi tum soch rahi ho waisa kuch nahi hai. Tumhein jitna waqt chahiye tum lo"

Imlie slowly took her hand out of his grasp and cupped his face.

How did this man know exactly what was going on in her mind?

"ABP, tum bohot hi bade wale ghonchu ho." She kissed him on the forehead laughing.

Looking over at her, he smirked. "Waise exactly kitna waqt logi tum?"

He moved his eyes away, towards his pants giving her a look.

Grabbing the pillow from her lap she threw it at him as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer.