Angeline - His Uninvited Queen ✅

65 - A Silent Promise

Arun's POV:

As we tumbled to the floor, Angel being on the floor and I was partially on her, a sharp scream tore from her throat, "Amma...." her hands moving to her waist.

Falling down has always been my nightmare. You all know why. Yes, I had witnessed Diya's fall down two times which threatened her life during the first fall down and which swallowed her life completely during the second fall down. A nanosecond of witnessing your nightmare truly in front of your eyes is more than enough to threaten you for your whole life. I had witnessed my nightmare two times and it would definitely threaten me in all my births. My mind traveled miles within a millisecond and Angel's scream pierced through me like Diya's final scream, "Arun...."

I should not leave Angel to lose her life like Diya. This thought was all that filled my system and I hastened to sit up, my heart pounding with panic. "Hey, what happened? Are you alright?" I was about to touch her waist as I sat up.

She held my hand swiftly even in her pain, her cheeks turning red, her eyes shining in shyness. "Don't touch my waist." Her voice was mellifluous, her lips curving up lightly.

She would not leave me to touch her even to care for her, it seemed.

Should I laugh or cry or scowl?

But I didn't do any of these as her blush confessed she was alright and her little smile was enough to ease my panicked heart. I curled my fingers back, a smile appearing on my face. "You are alright na?" My voice was soft.

She shook her head, indicating yes, leaving my hand, and asked, "You are alright na?"

"Yes." I stood up and held her hand. "Get up."

Mahi and Pari squated near her and held her other hand. "Amma, I am sorry. You fall down because of me." Mahi pouted.

Angel's eyes darted between all three of us with mixed emotions and smiled at Mahi. "No, kuttima. You are not the reason. I only fell down and if you are all going to hold my hands like this, I will fall down a thousand times."

I frowned. "But I can't see you falling down even once. Stop talking these cringey dialogues and tell me whether you can get up or let me lift you."

She furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Cringey? My dialogues only cringe. But you yourself are cringe." She twisted her lips, trying to yank her hand out of me.

"Yes. I am a cringe and I thank you for this appreciation." I chuckled, gripping her hand. "But I can't leave your hand. Can you get up or shall I lift you?"

"I can get up." She raised to her feet with our help, and her hands held both of her waist, bending her body back to ease the pain.

"Is it paining too much? Shall we go to hos...." I was asking with concern, but before I could complete my sentence, Vijay rushed inside our room with a panicked expression. "Akka, what happened? Why were you screaming?"

Angel whined, bending her body back further. "Mama has broken my waist."

"What? What did I do?" I widened my eyes.

But Vijay erupted into a goofy laughter. "What? He broke...." Vijay paused, covering his mouth. "Sorry sorry."

I looked at him puzzled for a moment, wondering why he was laughing, and then the realization hit me as Angel's exhausted, whining face, her hands on her waist, the way she bent her body back, her words that I broke her waist, everything felt as if I made love with her so hard without a rest for the whole day.

What the hell! Why did Vijay interpret her gestures like this? And also, why did my mind understand the reason for his laugh? Perhaps, my mind is the dirtiest, but at that moment, I came to know Vijay's mind is also the dirtiest. I wanted to pour acid on our dirty minds. But I pressed my palm against my forehead helplessly, an embarrassment burning in my cheeks. "Angel, you should not be this innocent in a way which makes me embarrassed in front of others." I thought in my mind.