Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 four

• vihaan •

My mind feels messed up.

Every inch of me is bursting in anger, explosive anger. Even after brutally torturing those people.

Why did you stay silent, my doll?

Moving my hair from my face, I insert the key into the hole and unlock the door. Rohit stands in the doorway, bowing his head at my presence.

"Welcome back, sir." He says in a soft voice. "The madam is sleeping."

"Good. Go and rest." I pat his shoulder, locking the door after he leaves. Taking off my shoes, I unbutton my shirt and turn off the lights in hallway.

With light steps, I tread into my room and change into just a pair of trackpants. Placing the fresh clothes on the hanger, I yawn and make my way to my doll's room.

She was sleeping in her room, the air-conditioning running. The curtains in her room were drawn close and the door to the terrace was locked.

Strange.

Mayura hates running the air-conditioning no matter how hot it is. She hates having the windows covered or, the terrace door closed even slightly.

Then, why did she do this?

Rohit.

Ah, no! He's not stupid to step into a sleeping woman's room. Especially that of Mayura's.

Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, I pour myself a cup of water and gulp it down. The cool temperature of the room soothes my sweating body.

Getting under the comforter, I snake my arms around her waist and rest my head on her chest. With each heartbeat of hers, I feel the frustration within me dissipating.

The monster, the explosive rage and the thirst for blood - everything was destroyed the moment I placed myself in her embrace. Every breath of hers brought me happiness and calm.

Despite being asleep, her hands run through my hair, out of habit. Her right hand gently strokes my neck, fingers interlocking in my luscious locks. I chuckle, snuggling deeper into her chest.

My home. My comfort. My world. My Queen.

Just mine.

Forever.

The silence envelopes us, lulling me to sleep in her embrace when I hear a gurgle. I raise a brow, shifting a little away from her chest. The gurgle is louder and disturbing. I sigh, tucking the hair away from her face.

She fell asleep with an empty stomach.

Again.

I should've taken her to Titoo's chaat.

Silly girl, why do you always torment yourself?

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• author •

Vihaan poured out a portion of the kheer in a bowl.

Wiping his hands on the apron, he threw it over the chair unable to contain his excitement, and, carried the bowl to the temple placing it in front of the deities.