Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 five

• mayura •

The clock struck twelve.

Sliding the key into the keyhole, I silently unlock the door and step into the house. My body aches in exhaustion, my mind fuzzy.

Today was fun!

Locking the door and taking off my shoes, I trudge down the hallway to my room. The house was completely silent and unlit, my breathing echoing in my ears.

A smile appears on my lips as I remember the events of the day. Dragon and I worked for around three hours, then he took me to the library that he built for me.

Dragon is the best!

"Kahan thi?" A stern whisper hits my ears, and I jump, hitting my arm against the head of the sofa.

That hurt!

The curtain flutters, the moonlight giving me a clear view of the owner of the voice. Vansh smirks, looking down at me in... is he disappointed in me?

He strides towards me and I back up against the sofa. My wrist, being weak, throbs in pain. He stands close to me, his hands pushed into his pant pockets.

"Where were you?" He repeats, his voice firm. I lower my gaze, gulping the lump in my throat.

I want to go back to dragon. He is so nice and sweet, so caring and understanding. He isn't intimidating at all, like the men I know.

I feel so safe with him.

How did I even fall in love with Vihaan?

Dragon, save me!!

"Darling, where have you been? I was so worried." He says softly, his voice holding a soft undertone of vulnerability.

Don't cry, Vansh. I'm not prepared to handle anyone's emotional baggage atleast today.

Not today, please. I want to rest. I'm tired. My heart hurts. My head hurts.

Vansh clicks his tongue, calling me in a stern voice yet the fear underneath it was clear to me. "I am asking you something, Mayura. Answer me!" He puts his palm under my chin and makes me look at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed, lips pressed together, and eyes red in anger. I gulp, freeing myself from his hold. "I'm tired," I reply, making way towards my room.

"Wait, Vihaan is -- "

"Kahan thi?" Vihaan's steely cold voice booms in the house, making me shudder. I glance at him. His expressions were dark in anger and rage, teeth gritting in fury, every footstep heavy and calculated.

I freeze in my place, too scared to move back. He grabs my wrist, the one I injured a few minutes back, dragging me towards the clock hanging in the hall. His grip on my wrist was hard, making my skin burn.

"What is the time?" He glared and I gulped. "Is this the time to come home?"

"Sorry," I stammer, lowering my gaze to the floor.

"Sorry? To hell with it!" He rages, his voice echoing in my ears.

I shouldn't have gone out with dragon.

I should've stayed at home.

It was just a promise. Promises are meant to be broken. Why did I overreact?

"I told you to be home by lunch!" He scolds, pulling me close with force. "Tell me honestly, where have you been, Mayura?"

His voice was cold and sharp, piercing through my heart. I feel the tears prick my eyes but I blink them back. Another lump forms in my throat, and I try hard to swallow it and speak.