Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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She has the softest hands I've ever felt between my fingers. I sit on her bed and she sits in front of me with her back against my chest while I play with her hands. "Why are you staring at them?"
"They're pretty." I whisper against her hair. I've visited her every single day since she saw my face. Her parents still don't let her out, so I invite myself inside. I stay with her in her bedroom while they sleep downstairs in theirs.
She has such a soft and kind soul, honestly it is too good for this world. People like her are called naive and gullible, and that is exactly what her parents wanted. They wanted her to be so dependent on them, that she never blinks an eye at anybody else. Too bad I saw through their masks.
I did my own digging. Since she had started working professionally when she was underage, her parents managed her finances. And by the time she turned an adult, she was locked in this hideous house like Rapunzal so she never asked for own earnings.
She is still making music from home and releasing it which means she is still making money. She just doesn't have access to it. She can legally ask for it, but she was raised to be blind towards her parent's greed.
I hate her parents with a passion. My poor cherry has been working for so long without any rest. She didn't even have a childhood because they made her work during that too.
She turns around in my arms to face me. "You're pretty." She says. I've been called a lot of things. 'Pretty' wasn't one of them. I genuinely smile. "So are you." Her smile grows bigger and sweeter. We've talked about any and everything over the last few weeks.
She told me everything about her. I already knew most of them but I listened happily nonetheless. Something tells me she doesn't get to talk about herself much. And I answered all her questions about me with all the honesty I could.
Except for when she asked me why I stalked her. I couldn't tell her I wanted to bring her down, not because it would ruin a good plan but because there is no plan. I can't ruin her, not when I know how stuck she is.
I push some hair behind her ear and she smiles up at me softly. "You are nothing like what you were in the beginning. You were a bit scary and intimidating then. Now you're warm."
That is because I didn't know who she was before. I am the way I am now because this is who she needs me to be. She never asks for anything, never complains, never questions. It honestly horrifies me how much her parents tamed her to turn her into this.
There is nothing wrong with avoiding conflict but there is nothing right with being afraid of it. Especially to the level where you stop questioning things.
"Can I kiss you Aradhna?" She blinks a couple times, first in shock, then in absolute horror. I'll take that as a no. "My parents are just downstairs. What if they-" oh.
"They wouldn't know." She looks around nervously before leaning closer.
"Have you ever kissed before?" She shakes her head. Well, that's oddly satisfying to know. I cup her cheek and bring her closer. Her eyes fall shut and mine do too when I touch her lips to mine.
