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I love him

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I love him.

I'm in love with Aryan Singhania.

Prehaps I fell in love with him long before I realized, turning off the water I step out the shower wrapping a towel around me.

I look into the mirror and see the bright angry red marks all over my neck.

"Aryan I'm going to kill you" I scream.

Stalking out the restroom i see him sitting on the bed with a confused look.

"What's this?" I ask pointing at my neck.

"It's a creating of my beautiful art work baby" he grins.

"Aryan" i whine.

He stands up and walks to me "Acha stop whining first tell me Are you feeling okay?"

He asks cupping my face, my cheeks heat up "I'm okay" I whisper.

"I kept my hoodie on the bed I'll just use the restroom" he says and pecks my lip.

Pressing a hand on my cheeks I quickly undo the towel and wear my shorts before slipping on his hoodie.

It's smells like him all musk and manly, yawning I slip under the covers my eyes feeling heavy, I hear the restroom door open before the lights turn off.

Aryan slides in next to me his arm pulling me closer to him, turning around I rest my head on his chest,resting an hand over his stomach.

Closing my eyes I let the sleep take over me.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A loud banging on the door woke us up, I sit up as Aryan walks to the door peeking through the peephole he turns to me "It's Kiara"

I take a breath of relief , I glance at the time 2:34 am, Aryan opens the door and I swear I felt the time stop for a moment.

"Aryan bhai" Kiara sobs and throws herself in his arms.

I quickly get up and jog to them "Kiara bacha what happened?" Aryan asked softly.

"It's coming back" she whimpers out.

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