𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝟐𝟔.

KASHISH

The silence was slicing me from the inside. I know he can live without talking, but I can't. He always craved silence. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. His face has anger. Ranvijay never feels exhausted, wearing one facial expression-aggression.

Ranvijay's behaviour towards his parents was bothering me more than his proposal. But yes, I didn't expect his proposal that had bit of aggression. I think he is helpless with his voice tone. I wonder if those words really meant to him.

Shut up. They doesn't. After all, it was just an act in the eyes of the world.

We are husband and wife with benefits. So there is no chance we will ever fall in love with each other. We aren't fucking exclusive. Ranvijay has many types of behavior, that what I seen at the wedding.

"You aren't obliged to touch their feet's. They aren't worth it" I tangled my brain cells into a father-mother-son trio. He was so rude at that time. I wanted to encounter him but his aggression forced me to drop the idea.

He didn't even care about people when he insulted his parents. I know I was the one who asked him to don't put his nose into my life matters, but the pit of my stomach wants to ask him why he did that. Cheater*

So I decided first to break the silence while clearing my throat. "uh-" he slightly shake his head. "Ranvijay!!"

"Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?" He will surely mind. And be ready bitch if he leaves you in the middle of the forest. Why am i so sure about his reflex reaction? he already did that at Manikaran once when I questioned him about his mother and nightmare.

He had dropped me in the middle of nowhere but thanks to Arjun Bhai, who reached out to me on my call and took me back to the camps. I earned his tiny nod. I pressed my palms to wipe away sweat.

"Why did you stop me from taking blessings from your parents? It seems like you don't share a healthy bond with them. You should not have done this-" he applied the brakes suddenly. I was almost about to hit the dashboard, but the seat belt saved me.

"Listen to me carefully, Kashish. You are my wife but it doesn't give you any right to ask about my relationship status with my family. I don't like it at all", he leaned forward steady me while the seat belt was about to torn with his chest thrust. Poor seat belt.

"Don't try to search about all this and stay out of it. Otherwise! You will regret it, and I meant it" He put so much emphasis on his last words, as they really meant something. I pressed my lips together to pass the saliva from my throat.

His furious eyes were warning me that he would surely cut me into small pieces if I again crossed my limits. "You are taking me wrong, Ranvijay. I didn't mean to hurt your sentiments" he curled his fingers around the steering wheel. Someone please stop me. What'm I saying?

"I'm just curious to know", Stop bitch! You are fueling his anger. I attempted to apologise, but it seems like I chose the wrong words. Fuck me! I ruined the situation.

"Kill your curiosity in my matters. I'm not your fucking research subject. You got my points" he cast his dead glares at me. I blinked my eyes.

Silver gate opened and Ranvijay parked the car. He exited the car and the door closed with a slammed click. He is pissed off. Why did I pinched this angry bird? A soft click of the door open earned my gaze. He passed me his hand and gestured me to come out. Not gesture, A threat.

I was still sitting in a car while gripping my saree into my fists. I first looked at his hand and then at him. "I don't need your help. I can do that by myself" I mouthed. He can't treat me according to his moods. I'll not take that.