✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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I clasped my fingers in front of her eyes, and she snapped out of her thoughts. The moment her gaze broke, I felt a proprietary relief. Her attention belonged only to me. Blinking her eyes for some time, she looked at me from toe to head. I smirked as I caught her checking me out. The appraisal was momentary, professional—the doctor assessing the patient—but the sudden heat in my blood was raw and immediate. It was the thrill of the asset acknowledging its owner.
She cleared her throat, adjusting the gold chain around her neck, and looked everywhere except me. The saree, a rich forest green, was perfect. Elegant. Modest. She looked like a forbidden thing.
"Were you checking at me, Miss Sharma?" I asked, though the answer was irrelevant. I enjoyed the denial. It was a small battle I always won.
"No... no, why would I look at you? It's not that you are some model or actor." She fiddled with her watch, her eyes darting to the windshield.
"I don't like lies, Miss Sharma." I lowered my head, my voice a husk against her ear, and her body stiffened. I could feel the microscopic tremor running through her frame, and my strategic mind instantly recognized the elevated heart rate. Her thumping heartbeat was audible, a frantic drummer against the silence of the car. Compliance.
I entwined my hands with hers; what if she passed out? I can't take the chance, can I? The thought was immediately followed by a cascade of risk assessment. Her Bade Papa will kill me, followed by her sisters who will one by one shoot me. Even Shivangi Sharma had a gun too.
Suddenly, something clicked inside my mind. I totally forgot about her and the gun. I should have checked on her and asked her why she had that gun. If she is in some problem, I am here to protect her as Ada's fiancée; I too have some responsibilities towards her family. But now their daughter is more important right now. My most valuable non-financial asset takes priority.
"Back to the earth, baby," I said, snapping out of her I'm not sure what dreamland and looking at our hands linked. Her eyes shifted between her and my hands, absorbing the unexpected connection. She cleared her throat and took a sip from the water. I don't know what she thought for some time, and then looked at me.
