Till Old And Grey ✓

Chapter-10|•|

Avyuktha's POV:

I sob looking at my lips.

I never expected Shreyan to do this. There was always burning chemistry between us but it was just an outrageous act from him. It hurt me both physically and mentally.

He practically forced himself on me.

I didn't push him because he was already angry and in immense pain. Had I pushed him, it would have triggered him badly and one thing would have led to another. I just stood there when he just killed my lips and now, except for the pain, I don't feel any sensation.

I wipe my tears and press my head onto my car's seat. I see his parents arguing in the parking lot and parting their ways angrily. I knew they had issues, there was always tension in the air when they both were together but I didn't know they hated each other to this extent?

Does every love marriage end up like this?

I wipe my face and get down the car. Shreyan needs food. He looks so miserable. No person deserves the way he felt. No person wants to hear their parents wishing to kill them. He is deeply hurt. Even after growing up and seeing the parents that way is just so brutal. No wonder he is so emotionless and fakes everything.

How much I hate this guy for what he had done today, he has a part of me that doesn't allow me to leave him. I can't either reason out this strange instinct of me being a part of him.

I pay for the food that was delivered and I walk to my cabin. I wash my face and dab it with the towel. I drag my feet to his cabin and enter. He is still leaning on the wall with closed eyes.

"Mom! Dad! I told you guys to leave. Why the hell are you both back?" he says.

"Shreyan," I say softly.

He opens his eyes and looks at me, "Avyuktha? You're back?" he smiles. The irritation he had when he thought it was his parents has now turned into happiness noticing my presence. "Didn't you go home?"

I hold his hand and help him to stand. I take him to the bathroom and wash his hand. The blood wouldn't stop flowing. The ruptures went deep enough that the bone is visible. I glare at him while he stares at me.

I dab the wound to dry the wetness and apply antiseptics. I dress the wound and look at his hand. His fingers to the wrists are swelled. Tears gather in my eyes.

"Hey!" he wipes the tears away and smiles at me, "Don't cry."

I swat his hand and move away. I empty the biryani I ordered for him onto the plate. I knew he loves biryani a lot. His mother told it once. One favorite thing can change the whole day, so I ordered his favorite biryani from his favorite restaurant.

He grins staring at it. I giggle at his childish way and make him sit on the chair. I start feeding as it's impossible for him to even hold the spoon. He doesn't avert his gaze all the while and it kind of makes me different.

After I finish feeding him, I turn to leave. He tugs my hand making me turn around and he wraps his arms around my waist burying his face in my stomach.

"Baby, please tell mumma that I'm sorry," he cries. "I-I couldn't hold my anger. I am so sorry. Please tell her not to give me cold treatment. I promise that I won't repeat it ever. Please. Please. Please."

Should I forgive him? I know he did it out of pain but that's wrong. How can I forgive him for that? What should I tell Annu about it? But again why don't I feel any deep guilt?

I look at him with tears. "It's fine. I am forgiving you, Shreyan," he smiles.

Annu.

He is just like Annu when he is smiling so innocently.