THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

43. THE DAY AFTER... (PART -1)

HEY GUYS!

HATE ME FOR BEING LATE AGAIN?

WELL I'M HERE TO WIN YOUR HEARTS BACK WITH MY MOST INFAMOUS WEAPONWS NAMELY AVIANA❤️-ASTRA!

WELL I LONGGG LONGGGG AGO FORMED THIS ACRONYM (if it can be so termed) FOR AVI & ISHANA LONG AGO... BUT FORGOT TO MENTION IN COLLEGE N ALL BUSYNESS...

SO TELL ME HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS NAME FOR OUR PROTAGONISTS???

#AVIANA❤️

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

"Doll..." called he, softly, as she hummed, not yet opening her eyes, making him chuckle.

It's been almost 10 am & yet his Doll-bride wasn't up! Well he couldn't blame her, but her nightmares after that tiring session he made her go through.

He looked at the milky-white sheets tainted by the blood of her innocence, which she had handed over to him, by herself, without any second thought... The thought itself made his strong shoulders square-up in pure pride & adoration for this adorable creature called his Doll... & also his bride, his Doll-bride!

He loved to call her that, his Doll-bride, a sense of overwhelming emotions including pride, relief, lust, possessiveness, obsession, etc took over him all together, taking himself by surprise...

He knows not what & how, but suddenly his possessiveness grew more, like it was even possible when she gave that needy, that accepting look to him, when she touched him to caress him, when she held onto him for support, the one who was meant to destroy her... Specially when she confessed to him in her almost passed-out state holding him tight in her tender but firm hold, the bond of her affection, her love for him & only him, tying him to her...

He smiled, genuinely, as he finally sat up... He had gotten up twice in the night cause of her nightmares & he grit his teeth at the mere thought of those nightmares scaring her, his Doll-bride! How dare even the thoughts of someone else or something else invade her when she was in his arms...

But what soothed him was how she relaxed at the mere voice of him, as holding him closer, she again slept... Only if she knew what was her tight hold over him was doing to his suddenly ever-needy self...

He had ever craved of something he felt in her hold... Protection!

Yes, he felt protected in her delicate, little arms, who couldn't even wrap around his mighty form entirely... It felt like her promise to him to destroy the world if even an eye is moved towards him, her love, her Knight... & unknown to her it gave him one of the best sleep he ever had in years, like he was sleeping in the comforting heaven, his personal heaven, where no Devil could creep out of any hell-hole to even find him...

It was like her nightmares weren't about him or that fucker Thakur torturing her, but rather of someone doing something to him, her Knight, like she was in her sleep scared of loosing him when she should run planets away from his fucked-up self...

'Yet she chose to stay!' the thought bloomed something within his long dead self, something that scared yet excited him... But it was like the tight hold of her hand on her arm gave him the power to fight his fears, as he smiled & pecked her slightly puckered, ever plum, juicy lips, as he got up from the bed & wearing his pants, he moved away from her, to get ready for the day...

He looked at her passed-out self with longings in his honey-brown eyes, who shone with life for the first time, under the influence of her figure in their sight...He hardened again remembering the sweet & sinfully pious happenings of the last night... He had been a fuckboy once upon a time, fucking like a maniac to let out his beasts, when he lost that bitch Geet... He thought he loved that bitch, but he never had that magic with her, making him wonder was it even ever love?...

Geet or Hannah's hold never protected him, her voices, her requests, her choices never mattering to him specially in bed, but a mere tear in sight of his Enchantress' enchanting hazel orbs while her lips chose silence, & he'd slow down, forgetting all he ever needed... Hell he wanted to go slow with her to feel each inch of her, to mark all of her untouched walls as his, all his & solely his... 

He wasn't a man to share, but he could consider the situations at times, being a proper business-minded beast that he is... But with his Doll? No, never ever happening! She's his, solely his, specially after the last night's happenings.

He took a nice cold shower, as he fantasized to take her in the shower, & how sinful she'd look with those little water-droplets shuddering her milky, perfect body, glimmering in the dim lights...

He ate his breakfast while imagining her cooking for him, humming & smiling as she approaches him & serves him with her own hands. & then he'd firstly have the breakfast with her & then have her...

He shook his head at the thoughts as he felt all uncomfortable in his pants... Now where was the calculated, calm Knight who knew nothing but killing & playing with his preys...

It's like suddenly he lost his interest in everything else which wasn't her, everything was unworthy which wasn't related to her, like he wanted to chant her name again & again & again, like he'd be left with nothing if she moved away from him.

The mere thought of her leaving him made him fist his hand, gritting his teeth as he switched on the screen & saw what was she doing to find her all awake but yet on the bed, her hooded, lifeless eyes staring up at the visible dark-clouded sky, cluelessly, as tears cascaded her eyes unnoticeable... But nothing related to her could ever escape his eyes, as he sighed, knowing it was to happen!

"Why can't you accept it Doll... like you confessed that night?" muttered he looking at her as his PA, Mr. Bose contracted him, & sensing his CEO's sudden sore mood, he knew it was better to run.

"Boss, the meeting starts in five... Shall-Shall I..." Mr. Bose's stuttering & hesitant words died when his Boss spoke up.

"No!" his one word & Mr. Bose scurried away thankful of his Boss' sore mood to not to all too sore to make him burst out on his poor self... He decided to work on his business for the time being, to focus & distract himself from his newly consummated & every moment increasing obsession, as he chose to term his feelings & thoughts about his Doll-bride.

"Don't make it more difficult for yourself Doll..." spoke he caressing her crying, lifeless form with his thumb, before he sighed & went on the meetings, though his thoughts were occupied with the tears of certain someone, someone special, someone most precious, someone who clueless to both him & herself, was becoming the key to the Knight's fucked-up head, venomous heart & his dead soul...

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Short chapter, isn't it?

Well I think it's better to keep Avi's messed thoughts as lil as possible, or else I'd be found in some mental-asylum trying to decode more of his fucked-up head.. Heehe!

I'm too young & single-since-ever for that now, ain't I??🥲🙈

SO AVI's thoughts are sorting a bit, but don't know yet what he feels or thinks... Koi na, not our problem, let him sort it out, while our Shana... Ammm, I'll give soon an update about her thoughts...

I didn't have heart to write about her last night...🥲

I so hate myself for putting her through all these... Only the hope of a better future for her keeps me going on... else I'd never be able to write this...

OK, SO WHO DO YOU THINK SUFFERED MORE, AISHA OR ISHANA???

Lemme know your views, ohk? & well Shana's sufferings are far from over yet... She won't be at peace till she gets her heart, head & body altogether... :-)

Love you all!

Yours ever-sorry-for-late-updates Author,

~$D