Incomplete

Part 10

"Hmm, did you say something?" I asked him, but once again, he fell completely silent. What's wrong with him?

"Hey, did you want to say something? Now's your chance," I encouraged him. He stepped closer to me and took my left hand in his own. Why is he so warm? Like an alpha in rut. He held my hand in both of his. My hand looked so small compared to his. His hand was big and warm. It was the first time someone held me so gently. Why is my heart racing now? This isn't good timing.

"If you're going to hit me, just do it. I don't need affection before you crush me," I said rudely, trying to provoke him. But I realized I might have taken it too far when he withdrew his hand and held it behind his back. He looked even more nervous than before.

"Are you going to say something, or should I go?" I asked, though in truth, I didn't want to leave him alone. Something inside me compelled me to stay.

"Fine, I'm leaving," I said, turning away, but I didn't move, hoping he would say something. The only word he uttered was...

..nothing. The silence hung heavy between us, thick with unspoken words and untold emotions. I felt a pang of regret for my harsh words, wishing I could take them back and erase the hurt I had caused.

But still, I couldn't bring myself to leave. Despite my frustration and confusion, there was a part of me that wanted him to speak, to break the silence and offer some clarity to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

As I stood there, uncertain and on edge, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," he said, his gaze cast downward. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I wanted to... I wanted to make sure you're okay."

His words caught me off guard, softening the edges of my anger and frustration. There was a vulnerability in his voice, a sincerity that tugged at my heartstrings.

With firm resolve, I uttered the words, a mixture of protection and pain, instructing him to retreat from my life. Each syllable carried the weight of my uncertainty, a shield against the turmoil brewing within me. As I walked back into the house, I locked the doors, seeking solace in the confines of my room. Standing by the window, I couldn't shake the image of him lingering outside, a lone figure in the darkness.

His steadfast presence stirred conflicting emotions within me. Was he defying my wishes, or merely lost in his own thoughts? I grappled with the decision I had just made, torn between the desire to protect him and the need to safeguard myself from the unknown.

Minutes stretched into hours, and still, he remained rooted to the spot. His unwavering determination both intrigued and unnerved me. Was he waiting for me to reconsider, or was there something more driving him to stand vigil outside my window?

Suddenly, our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, I felt a surge of energy pass between us. It was as if a dormant force had been unleashed, engulfing me in a wave of intense heat. My body convulsed, overwhelmed by the raw power emanating from him.

His eyes held an otherworldly gleam, an ethereal aura that sent shivers down my spine. In that instant, I realized that he was not like anyone I had ever encountered before. There was something primal and primal about him, a force that transcended human understanding.

Collapsed on the ground, consumed by a fire ignited by his gaze, I struggled to comprehend the depths of his being. He was not just a mere mortal; he was something beyond, something ancient and powerful. And as I lay there, enveloped in his aura, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

Under the cold stream of water, I tried to wash away the lingering heat that still coursed through my veins. Despite the icy cascade, my body refused to relent, every drop failing to quench the fire ignited by our brief encounter. It took me thirty agonizing minutes to finally calm my racing heart and steady my trembling limbs. This was the first time I had felt something so intense, so unfamiliar, and it left me shaken to my core.

As I stood before the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection, I was met with a harsh truth: I was not the picture of beauty that society deemed acceptable. I saw flaws and imperfections staring back at me, reminders of the insecurities I had buried deep within myself. With a sigh, I cleansed my body, washing away not just the physical grime but also the emotional turmoil that threatened to consume me.

Before retiring to bed, I couldn't help but glance out the window one last time. And there he was, seated in front of his car, his gaze fixed on my window. Despite my earlier resolve to distance myself from him, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that washed over me. He seemed so lost, so vulnerable, yet there was a raw power emanating from him that I couldn't ignore. Aurora, indeed.

With a heavy heart, I resigned myself to the fact that arguing with him would only lead to frustration and futility. He was a force to be reckoned with, one that I was ill-prepared to confront. And so, I lay down on my bed, the events of the night swirling in my mind as sleep slowly claimed me.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Khushi's voice. Rushing to the window, I peered outside, relieved to find the ground below empty once more. Perhaps he had finally moved on, or maybe he was just biding his time. Either way, I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths would cross again, and when they did, I would need to be prepared for whatever lay ahead.

As Khushi's concerned voice reached me, I felt a rush of relief mixed with lingering apprehension. Hastily, I tried to compose myself, masking the turmoil that still churned within me.

"When did you come back?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of urgency.

"An hour ago maybe," she replied casually.

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. At least she hadn't witnessed the events of last night.

"Did you notice anything strange?" I inquired, my curiosity tinged with anxiety.

"Other than your behavior, no," she replied, her tone laced with concern. "What happened, brother? You've been staring out the window all morning. Did something happen last night?"

I hesitated, searching for the right words to deflect her questions. "Nope, not at all," I replied quickly, trying to avoid further scrutiny. With a feigned nonchalance, I made a hasty retreat to the washroom, grateful for the momentary escape.

Once inside the solitude of the bathroom, I allowed myself a moment of respite. Thank goodness Khushi hadn't seen him outside. The thought of anyone witnessing our encounter sent a shiver down my spine, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked beneath the surface.

"Are you okay, brother?" Khushi's voice echoed through the door, breaking through my reverie.

"Yes, I'm fine!" I called back, my voice tinged with forced cheerfulness.

As I stood there, alone with my thoughts, I couldn't shake the feeling that our brief encounter had changed something within me. The memory of his piercing gaze, the intensity of our connection—it lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the fragile facade I had constructed.

But for now, I pushed aside those thoughts, focusing instead on the mundane tasks of the day. Thankful that Khushi hadn't seen us together, I resolved to keep my distance from him, to protect both myself and those I cared about from the dangers that lay ahead.