Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 44 : Into His Arms

"Naina," Ahanay rasped, his frowning and devastated eyes staring at her as he caught her arm. "What are you doing out, this late in the night?"

"Ahanay," Naina breathed, her wildly beating heart now running faster. "I thought it was someone else." She placed her hand on her heart, laughing softly. "God, I'm more nervous now."

"Why are you out? Go back in," he said, concerned and confused.

"I was out to meet you---" She waved the letter he intended to give her, before stopping. "Wait, why are you here? Did you come right now because of some telepathetic fate nonsense?"

"I was worried about my wife living in this place," he said, scanning the dingy surroundings. "I should raise your friend's salary. Nobody should live in a place like this."

"Don't be snob, it's good in the morning. Women draw water from the pump over there and men meet up at the milk place there. Everyone helps each other out---" As she was pointing at the milk place, she noticed Ahanay's car parked there. "How long have you been here?" She strode towards the BMW, finding a neck pillow and blanket haphazardly spread inside. "Have you been sleeping here?" She spun around like a little tornado at that realization, pushing him with her fists, trying to destroy him. "Why, why are you here? You're supposed to take care of yourself! You're not supposed to worry about me! You're supposed to be mad at me!"

Ahanay caught both her wrists, stooped to meet her eyes now glistening with fat tears, and smiled. "Is my little demon crying for me?"

"I love you," she mumbled, snuffling her snot so loud that Ahanay thought he misheard her.

"What did you say?" He asked, deeply stunned, as if his bones were pinned down to that spot.

"I love you!" She cried out, twisting her wrists to break free and throw her arms around his broad shoulders. "I missed you so much, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I'm sorry for the protest, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier how I felt, I'm-I'm sorry for my snot all over your back!"

"You shouldn't be." Ahanay chuckled, rubbing her back that shook from her sobs. "I was wrong for not telling you about this project. You're my wife. You should know all about this from the start."

"But I'm not your wife anymore!" She cried harder, her shoulders shaking violently that Ahanay had to squeeze her in his arms. "I divorced you! I hate myself! What am I going to do now?! I divorced the love of my life!"

"Idiot," Ahanay said, knocking her head as if her head was a coconut and he was testing if there was anything substantial inside. "It takes two to get a divorce."

"W-What?" She pulled away, her face wet with tears and red with hot shame. "Are we still husband and wife?"

"Of course," he said in amusement. "What did you think? A piece of paper could stop me from having you?"

"My mistakes should have," she mumbled again, looking down at her feet.

"I don't care about that." He raised her chin, meeting her eyes again. "I'm happy that you're back."

"Really? How happy are you? This much---" She brought her fingers together such that there was a tiny space between. "Orrrrr . . . This much!" She stretched her arms wide out like an eagle and seizing that opportunity, Ahanay suddenly grabbed her waist, lifting her up and placing her on the bonnet of the car. "Woah." He spread her legs, standing in between them as she swung them happily, asking, "Now that I love you . . . Can we do it?"

Ahanay frowned, feigning confusion. "Do what?"

"Do that. You know . . ." She felt her cheeks growing hot as he started laughing, interrupting her embarrassing thoughts. "Stop pretending to be innocent! You knew what I meant."