LETHAL
DANGEROUS
ICE HEARTED
Shivansh Oberoi, a predator in Armani suit. He is cold and emotionless who ruins everything that threatens him or his family. He lives in darkness with his demons. Until one day he meets a girl totally opposite him. What...
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30 hours.
14 minutes.
40 seconds.
That's how long I haven't seen my short stuff. Ever since she left, a dark shadow has been looming over my head. Threatening to destroy everything that comes in its way.
When she confronted me about my deception that day, I saw the betrayal in her eyes. I could have easily stopped her, by shackling her to the bed until she comes to her senses and accept that there is no way she could leave me but I also know that my actions will cost me her happiness. She might stop fighting me but the light from her eyes would have died too.
On normal occasions, I don't give any fuck about any consequences but with her I measure my every step. I can't fathom to see her hurt. And she is hurt. The tears that escaped her eyes were like daggers to my hurt. She stood there waiting for me say anything but I was too lost in my own darkness.
She thinks I don't love her. I don't believe in love but it is too common. I don't even know how it feels to be in love. Does loving someone means I want her more than my next breath then yes. I fucking love her. I love her more than anyone in this life.
I always prided myself for not feeling anything but a lone drop of tear shattered all of that pride. She is the vise that kept me sated. She calms the storm that brews inside me. With her I don't entertain any violent thoughts. At least not the ones she wouldn't like.
Now back to present. I gave her a day to process her emotions. I also needed this time to get my shit together (definitely more than her). She wasn't wrong when she said I built walls around me. I don't want to see pity on her face when she learns about me. I don't want to treat me like I would break. But most importantly, I don't want her to be disgusted by me. I can't tolerate it. But I have to come clean with her. It's the least I could do.
It might seem like I dominate whatever's going on with us but she is definitely the one who dominates me. Turns out I do have heart. And it only beats for her. She is everywhere, in my mind, in my soul, running through my blood. Whenever I close my eyes all I see was her innocent smiles and mischievous eyes.
Focusing on the road ahead of me, I drive through the lane that leads me to Emory's house. My private jet landed in Mexico early this morning and I wasted no time waiting. I quickly bought a car and went on my merry way.
Time to get back my girl.
Pulling my car in front of her porch, I kill the engine and slide out of my car. The nameplate shows GARCIA and is decorated with lots of flowers and ribbons. Definitely Emory's idea. I observe her childhood home and see it is a nice house. Not too big like my mansion but home. It faces the beach and I can already imagine little Emory running wild in sand with her wild hairs flowing in the air.
I open the gate and inside the porch. Suddenly a sound of barks comes from a distance and within seconds a dog jumps on me. He stands there, growling at me. Probably warning if I take one step he will bite off my head.
