HIS DARK LOVE

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When she attempted to leave her room, her gaze was drawn to her dressing table.

Parvathi's POV:

Looking at my table, I noticed all my jhumkas were placed outside.

"Isn't it rude to search someone's room? " I inquired, hoping to avoid provoking him. He glared at me while scratching his forehead.

"Who knows, maybe you record everything to get money from me that's why I checked your room," he replied derisively.

"I didn't help you for money," I asserted firmly.

"Then why did you help me? " he asked.

From my interactions with him over these days, I've come to understand that he does not relent until he gets what he wants.

"Just out of pity," I replied.

Aaditya's POV:

Upon hearing her words, I sat silently on the bed, and suddenly my past came rushing back, inflicting pain on my heart. It was a past I despised and wished to forget. I felt her hand on mine as she sat beside me, looking at me.

"I'm sorry I didn't say that to hurt you. I didn't realize it would affect you this deeply," she said with a sad expression.

I looked into her eyes tears threatened to spill as she felt remorse for hurting me. I was taken aback by her empathy who apologizes for their words causing pain to another? Her words didn't wound me, but they reminded me of my past.

"I'm sorry. . . I'm truly sorry. You can punish me I won't say anything else but that I regret hurting you. " With that, 

I raised my hand, and she shut her eyes tightly in anticipation of pain. Instead, I merely patted her cheek how could I possibly harm her? She opened her eyes with a look of uncertainty as I rested my head in her lap. She began to rise.

"Stay," I said.

"This is wrong you can't lie in my lap," she said, clearly anxious.

"Why not? " I asked, gazing into her eyes.

"Why, what do you mean? You are neither my husband nor my child," she replied. I smirked.

"Then just consider it a rehearsal and think of me as your husband," I said, placing her hand in my hair. Her eyes widened in shock, her body began to perspire, and her hand trembled.

"Is this your first time touching a man... a handsome man? " I asked, unsure of why I was acting like a teenager.

"Please get up... I don't like this," she stammered.

"This is your punishment for hurting me," I emphasized. Over these days, I've learned how to make her do one thing she is incredibly selfless and kind. As a result, she began to stroke my head gently.

I believed that sex was the sole means to alleviate our pain, but I was mistaken. One touch from her makes me forget the world, yet I still do not desire this feeling. I find myself in a conflict between my mind and heart, ultimately succumbing to sleep.

Parvathi's POV:

I am unsure of what has come over him. He suddenly rested his head on my lap, causing me to panic. I worried about the potential consequences if anyone were to see us. I urged him to get up, but he refused.

With each passing minute, my tension increased while he remained peacefully asleep. I gently stroked his hair.

After a while, he began to wake up.

"Please get up quickly," I said.

"You're too noisy," he responded calmly as he sat up.

"If my brother sees this, he will scold me," I remarked, but he casually walked over to the mirror to fix his messy hair, glancing at me through the reflection.