𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✔️

Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

{A month later}

What could happen in a month? I am technically half fired from my job since Hardy is yet to sign my resignation letter which Damien forced me to write, my sister is half missing since I know where she lives but I couldn’t slash shouldn’t contact her for the security of my entire family. I am half in love, because the other half is debating whether it is love, or one time lust for my house owner, or I am just simply stupid. 

Or Paranoid.

Not to mention, I am half kidnapped. I can roam anywhere, just with his permission or with him. Strange enough. We barely talked to each other after we left the police station that day. Sometimes I crave to talk to him, wishing that we had everything normal between us. He was just any other boring boyfriend who take cares of my niece like she is his own daughter. 

It is hilarious there are so many ‘Ors’ but none of them ends up as a choice, only more troubles in every end and corner.

Keeping away the magazine after I realised I am just staring at the pictures of celebrities and reading their senseless interviews, I got up on my feet, going toward the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

I stopped at the door as his large frame fell in to my vision. Ignoring as he doesn't exist there, I went to the fridge and took out the jug of cold milk.

“It's for Nia.” He said without looking my way.

I kept it back inside and chose to drink a plain black coffee. I drew the container and found it, “It's empty, I drank the last packet of it yesterday,”

Banging it on the table, I went to look for anything drinkable in his fridge. He had many kinds of alcohol, but since the time we had started to live with him, he touched none of them till date. Stupidly amazing. But he got nothing to better or healthy to drink.

Sighing, I was heading up to my room when he said, “If you want to drink something, I can make a juice out of fruits we have.” 

I almost got angry at him, how calm he was after bringing an hurricane into my life, but I halted my tongue, recognising that he was trying to make a conversation after a month. Why?

“I am good.” I found myself answering, continuing to walk away.

“Ishita….” The way he spoke my name jolted me in my tracks. I don't wanna feel, but that passion in his voice got me. “How long are you going to ignore me?” 

“What's there to talk?”

“I love you and it is hurting me,” 

My heart jumped wildly inside my chest as well as slowed down as if the air surrounding us froze at his words. 

“I am just your obsession.” I corrected him, something telling me that it wasn't how I wanted it to be. I was not his obsession, at least, not anymore. We both are adults and we could see things beyond these mere words.