Enchanted melody of our hearts( Edited version)

👤HER'S LOVE FIGHTER-CHAPTER-18

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous time of year! For my Tamil readers, Puthandu Vazhtukkal! (Happy Tamil New Year!)

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous time of year! For those celebrating, Happy Vishu Kani in Kerala and Chhath Puja in Bihar! May the blessings of these festivals bring you joy, light, and bountiful harvests! Now, let's dive into our story..

Adrian pov:

She came outta the hospital with that little food bag for Naveen, all serious nurse-mode, but I could feel her eyes on me. Heavy. Like heat off a summer sidewalk. Yeah, I knew she'd follow — she always does when I'm pissed. And right now? I was ice cold on the outside and burning inside like a whole damn volcano.

I walked off, hands deep in my pockets, jaw tight, heart tighter. Headed straight to the parking lot, my fingers playing with that lighter — flick flick, snap. The familiar weight of a cigarette pack in my pocket was tempting. I needed the burn, the taste, something to keep the rage from boiling over.

But before I could even pull one out, there she was — mi tormenta chiquita, (my little storm) standing in front of me like she owned the damn pavement.

Her eyes locked onto my lighter, flickering with that nervous spark. Before I could blink, she snatched the cig right outta my fingers like some ninja in salwar kameez.

"You promised you'd cut back on smoking," she said, her voice small, but trying to stand tall.

I let out a dry laugh. No humor in it.

"Oh, I did?" I bit out, stepping closer. "And what about you, señorita? You promised me no secrets. But you? You just waltz into some underground fight club without a single word. Do you even get how that feels? Knowing you were surrounded by danger and I wasn't there? You know how that ripped me up inside?"

Her face fell. Those beautiful doe eyes got all soft and watery, and yeah, I hated myself a little for making her look like that.

She stepped in, grabbed my hands — the same hands that had punched walls for her. "Adrian," she said, her voice so soft I almost missed it, "you already carry so much. I didn't want to add to it... my family problems... Naveen..."

My heart thudded hard. The anger was still there — crackling like broken glass under a boot — but her touch was already working its magic. Damn her.

"This ain't just your family anymore, Meera," I growled, my accent thickening with emotion. "You think I'm just some guy? No, carajo. I love you. Te amo. And your problems? They're mine. Your people? My people. Your pain? I carry that too, every damn day."

And just like that... the tears came. And it shattered me.

She launched into me like I was her home, her arms wrapping tight, face buried in my chest. My anger? Melted. Gone. Like ice cubes on a Chennai road at noon.

I hugged her back with everything I had. My fingers traced soft circles on her back as I pressed a kiss to her temple. I whispered, "Promise me, Meera... no more secrets. Not from you, mi corazón. Not ever."

She nodded against me, tiny and warm and trembling.

Then she pulled back and gave me that look — the one that turns my bones to jelly. "Is your anger gone?" she whispered.

I smirked, putting on my fake-stern face. "Maybe... half gone."

Her lip wobbled. Oh no. Here comes the deadly cuteness combo.

"What do I gotta do to make it all go away?" she asked, those lips doing dangerous things to my sanity.

I raised a brow, playing it cool. "That's up to you, Meeraaa..." I drawled, dragging her name just to mess with her.