"I never want to stop making memories with you."
Dev
After what I said, she went completely silent, not uttering a word in response. She quietly consumed the medicines I had given her, not even grimacing as she swallowed. When she told me she wanted to go home afterward, I offered to drop her off, expecting her to argue or resist. But to my surprise, she simply agreed without so much as a hint of defiance.
Her silence unnerved me. It wasn't like her to remain so passive. Had I made matters worse? The thought gnawed at me as I headed to my room to change. I threw on my formal attire quickly, knowing I had to get to the office after dropping her off. When I returned to the drawing room, she was still seated exactly as I had left her, staring blankly at nothing in particular. The quietness of her demeanor cut deeper than I cared to admit.
I stood in front of her, and she seemed lost in thought, her expression distant. Feeling a wave of guilt and helplessness, I leaned down, picked up her bag in one hand, and gently took her hand in the other. Her soft fingers fit perfectly in mine, but when her gaze shifted to me, those stunning, soulful eyes caught me off guard. My heart stuttered in my chest.
“Let’s go, Rooh,” I said softly, my voice gentler than usual. Unlocking the door with the passcode, I guided her out. Once outside, I locked the door behind us and led her toward the parking lot.
As we reached the car, I moved to open her door, but she suddenly grabbed my hand and tugged, halting me mid-motion. Startled, I turned to face her, noticing the unease etched on her features.
“What happened?” I asked, puzzled by her nervous expression.
She looked almost afraid as she hesitated before speaking. “Will we be entering that?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she glanced toward the car.
I frowned, confused at first, then realization struck like a bolt of lightning. Of course. “Rooh, are you afraid of riding in cars?” I asked gently, piecing the puzzle together. Her wide-eyed, nervous gaze gave me the answer I needed.
It made sense—too much sense. She had been in a coma for nearly a year after the accident. Trauma like that could scar anyone.
Her lips parted as if to deny it, but the fear in her eyes told me everything. She was terrified. My chest tightened as I reached out and placed my hand gently on her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek in slow, soothing strokes. Her skin felt soft, delicate, like she might shatter under my touch.
“Do you trust me?” I asked in a low voice. It was meant to be soft, but the deep timbre of my voice didn’t quite allow it. Her gaze locked onto mine, wide and unblinking, and for a moment, she didn’t answer. Then, with a conviction that sent a jolt straight to my heart, she whispered, “More than myself.”
Her words hit me harder than I anticipated. I quickly removed my hand from her face and rubbed my own, trying to disguise the heat rising to my cheeks. Was I blushing? Me, the stoic, unshakable businessman? This girl was going to be the death of me.
She had no idea how much power she wielded. Just a few simple words, and the man who made empires tremble stood on the brink of surrender. How could someone so fragile, so pure, have such an effect on someone like me—a man forged in fire and ice?
Ah, this little angel was dangerous, a walking hazard to my sanity. My heart wasn’t made for these kinds of emotions. I wasn’t some protector draped in sunshine and pastels. I was a destroyer, a man who crushed opposition without a second thought. My world was built on power, money, and the endless struggle for dominance. Blood, greed, and betrayal were the elements I thrived in. Women never piqued my interest—if anything, they disgusted me with their games and pretense.
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Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love
Random"We shouldn't play with fire, Rooh," He spoke near my ears, pecking my jawline. I was breathing erratically unable to encompass my perturbation. "What if I want to play with it?" I said, my voice sensual, subduing my thudding heart. His hand went t...
