𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! (#3)

41. Roshni

It was sunny since two days so the terrace was all dry, we were sitting with coffee and watching the beautiful sunset.

The sunlight rays were kissing Vansh's eyes making it shine. Looking at his eyes closing I could see how beautiful his eye lashes were and every time they blinked my heart skipped a beat.

These 2-3 days were very quite and peaceful. We had forgetten about the challenge we made and were just LIVING!

"The coffee is too good, I was expecting something in it but thanks for keeping it simple." Vansh joked and a soft smile touched my lips.

"I regret it now." I eyed.

"I am feeling better now so we can leave from here tomorrow." He quickly changed the topic and it poked my heart.

I was dying to leave this place and him but now that it's happening I am not really happy about it. This feels peaceful.

"So early?" I asked.

"Roshni we have been here for three weeks, both our works are suffering plus you only wanted to leave from here."

"Right!" I tried to hide my disappointment.

I sipped my coffee in silence looking everything around me with details. Don't know when I'll come back here!

"You know, now that we are leaving this place it feels like I am leaving my home. This started giving such a homely feeling. And just like you I started liking it as scary, it's beautiful more than scary." I smiled but he smiled more.

The happiness when someone likes something you like, hits different.

"Home is where you have a comfort person. Houses are just a building made with some bricks but comfort person goes with you everywhere, listen to your problems and calm you down in your chaos." I know what he was trying to say. Yes, you are my comfort person but I don't know how to frame it while speaking about it.

I brought both my knees close to my face and rested my cheeks on it. After looking at sunset I looked at him again and saw a glimpse of his tattoos again, the most sexiest thing about him.

The question again lingered in my mind, 'why would someone hide such a sexy thing?'

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked and I flinched.

"I was just wondering, why you always kept your tattoos hidden?" I asked with a soft voice.

He leaned towards me and whispered, "I'll tell you only if you promise to keep it a secret."

"I promise." I was promising to a puppy.

"Okay so.... " He took a long breath and looked in front of him.

I sat upstraight to listen better.

"Okay you already know that I hate my father right!" He started the conversation and I was a bit confused, how is that related to his tattoos? But I didn't question.

"Of course I know, you never told me why."

"You'll know it today. So right after my grandfather died when I was three, our family was getting a little difficult. Mom and Dad were always busy in their work and they started drifting apart but the only difference between them was Mom always made time for the family whereas Dad didn't. It kept going on for years and years until my Dad started liking someone." He stopped and sighed heavily.

"He started asking my Mom for divorce but obviously she had no family except for my Dad so she kept refusing. My Mom's weak point was me so Dad took advantage of it."

Curiosity rose in my chest, I asked something else but I am getting something else but it's fine I am happy to hear Vansh opening up about his childhood for the first time.

"He started beating me up. He used to lock me inside the room and Mom used to be outside the room, she could only hear my screams nothing else. My Mom had no where to go so she asked for some time for arrangements but he refused and one day in anger he killed her." The moment he finished the sentence a tear fell off from his eye and I stood there like a statue.

The great successful businessman who is liked by everyone and makes everyone think how happy he is, is going through childhood trauma secretly.

"I ran off that day and started living in an orphanage until I came in college and started part time job. I started living in pg and used to pay my own bills, I did not take a peny from him but he still used to visit me. Not out of love but because I was a witness of his murder."

"I would be so disappointed to hear that he is still alive somewhere." I said and he laughed crying.

"You know I would never disappoint you." He winked while being in his emotional state.

"That's like my boy." I said and side hugged him but this time I kept hugging him.

His hands rested on my shoulder and wrapped me so softly while my head rested on his chest where I could hear his fast heartbeats.

"So now answering your question, my Dad gave me a lot of scars, very deep and scary ones. I used to hide it by wearing full clothes but later when I could afford the tattoos by myself I had them on my full upper body. I thought they will hide my scars and they actually did but I was always nervous of what if people can still see them which I wouldn't like. So I always hided them." He said so normally that my heart wrenched and I cried this time.

"Don't cry pagal." He giggled, wiping it off.

"Will you trust me if I say something?" I grabbed his hands which rested on my cheeks.

"I believe everything you say. "

"The tattoos are the sexiest thing about you so please don't hide them. The scars and your past is gone and they can't be seen now really. The time is gone and so your trauma and other assumptions about your scars should go too."

"Why can't you let go of your trauma and live normally?" His intense gaze with tears was constantly looking in my eyes for an answer.

"I am trying and trust me I am almost there. Tomorrow I'll know whether to leave you forever or to be with you forever."

"Are you going to test me tomorrow?" He raised his eyebrows while smirking.

"For the very last time."

He thinks that I am going to do some stupid kind of a test but he is unaware what kind of trust game I am going to play tomorrow. If he pass that game I swear I'll spend my entire life with him no matter how he treats me. That's my promise to you Vansh Chaudhary!