What Lies Beneath

Chapter 10

"What are you- doing with my clothes?"

Misha stammered. Watching him holding a hanger, with a white floral pattern dress hanging from it which doesn't belong to him nor it was meant to be there.

"That should be me asking you." Ishaan raised his brows while pushing the doors of the closet open. "What are these doing in my cupboard?" Giving a proper room for her to look through, he stared her with an unreadable expression.

The former in the room became nervous, having no clue about what's going on, Misha once more glared in the room in search of her bag but it was indeed nowhere, neither was there any corner where her sight wouldn't fall at the big sized thing. So she looked at him confused but scared at the same time.

Where did my bag go? What are my clothes doing in his cupboard? How did they even reach there?

"Ishaan," she called him lightly, hoping he would believe her this time but his face told otherwise. "I didn't put my clothes in your closet. I have just come into the room and I don't know how they got there..."

"But you came before me didn't you?"

"But, I didn't come to the room- something urgent came up so I stayed downstairs."

Ishaan laughed, hysterically. "I am not searching for the reasons Misha. I told you I didn't want your stuff meddling with mine, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did but trust me, I didn't put them there. Why are you getting mad? I'll take them out, just give me a second."

She said desperately and walked up to the closet to take her stuff but before she could even touch a single piece of fabric there, Ishaan grabbed her wrist firmly, stopping her from doing so.

"And I'll let you go just like that?"

Misha's eyes met his, and a feeling of fear arose inside her yet there was something that wasn't scared off of him. His brows were knitted with a stern frown, face clear that he wasn't buying anything she was saying.

"Ishaan, I said I didn't put the clothes here. Why aren't you believing me?"

"How can I? When you can deceive me into this marriage then why can't you put your stuff here even after my warnings!"

"Ishaan ENOUGH!" Misha shouted, and tried to yank her hand out of his grip but to no avail, instead, it aired the patience inside her into fury and she bursted out into madness.

"Stop accusing me for your false believings! You don't know what happened that night yet you blame me for everything! I don't know how my clothes got into here even when you know I hadn't stepped into the room all day and still you're blaming me!? If I had to place my stuff there meddling with yours then I would have done it even before than you can thought!!"

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!"

"YES I WILL RAISE MY VOICE AT YOU!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO?"

Releasing the last puff of air from her throat, silence fell upon both of them. And that was the point, when Misha's heart skipped a beat, realising, she really screwed up.

She saw his eyes turning even colder than before. He was still holding her hand and that grip on her wrist only tightened more, but Misha didn't yelp. She held the pain and glared back into his daunting eyes, not stepping back.

"What do I think I can do?" He snarled low. Voice just above a whisper, he took a deep breath. Ishaan was indeed going through all his limits to keep his calm.

"What do I think I can do!?" He repeated again, and broke down into a dangerous laughter, throwing his head back before looking down on Misha again.

To her surprise, he threw the hanger he was holding across the room, targeting it on the bed but it missed and landed crashing on the wall across them, very harshly. Misha flinched at the sound, it seemed the wooden frame was broken already but she couldn't see when he threw the hanger, only the results that it was no more in his hands.