Indebted Love

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A/N

Sorry for the long wait. Enjoy!

"She's my wife, Mr Kapoor." Angel seethes before I can say anything.

Divit- Mr Kapoor's eyes follows Angel's fingers possessively slipping through mine.

"My apologies," he says, clasping his hands together, "but I was paid in advance for Jalah and your father? He sent pictures and assured me to arrive with her. What happened?"

I can't place Mr kapoor intention as good or bad, his demeanor almost humorous as he glances between the two of us. Angel is livid the second after those words passes Mr Kapoor's lip, that I'd think he's going to punch him.

"My father," Angel grinds his teeth, " is preoccupied with something else and entrusted Jalah to me."

Mr kapoor nods, smiling which illicit rather youthful glow on his face. Clearing his throat, he led us to his private art room with a turquoise backdrop all around us. A medium sized blank canvas is placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by cups and color palates.

I noticed a room at the far left corner, with a bare glass windows and I could only see an empty desk with blurred painting on the walls.

"Now, here's what we're going to do," Mr Kapoor starts, "I will private talk with Angel first then you Jalah. While waiting each of you will paint something that speaks to you, about you and your future."

Angel stands in front me, cupping my face as he guides my brown eyes to his blue ones.

"You do know that you're my wife right?" He whispers, glancing between my lips and eyes.

"Yep"

"Good."

Angel kisses me lips, lingering longer than necessary before detaching from me and follows Mr Kapoor to the room.

I inhaled deeply as I sit on a stool in front of the canvas, dipping my paint brush in pink and drew a sun at the corner of page. I drew clouds that are purple and the birds black. I drew Angel and I in brown, stick figures facing each other to resemble the day we got married. I drew a cross besides me, dipped in red, small but big enough to see in the distance.

I don't like it. The painting.

"Oh that's nice." Mr Kapoor emerges with Angel behind him.

I avoid their eye contact, my embarrassment making me want the
floor to open up and swallows me. What's worse is that's it's my turn for a one-and-one session with Mr Kapoor. Looking at Angel, it seemed rather confronting and irritating because he has this cold neutral look on him I never seen before.

I feel anxious and a little frightened, glancing at Mr Kapoor inspecting my painting and exhaled heavily when Angel notices me staring and soften his facial expression. His fingers touches my own as I walk past him, relishing in the absence of his warmth as soon as Mr Kapoor closes the door behind me.

He gestures for me to take a seat on a cushioned chair, taking his own seat soon after.

"Based my observations, Jalah," he says and I notice he drawn out the last syllable of my name, "you are quite attached to Angel. Emotionally perhaps, certainly psychically. You would considered yourself a real married couple?" He questions me, surely judging me but I'm not sure if it's critically or from a place of deep genuine concern.

"No," I gulp, knowing that what he wants to hear and that's what I know I should say. But there's still a small part of me- very insignificant and very foolish of me- that believes that true love is also an option in this marriage...despite the Seth circumstances.