Her face was plastered across most of the news channels, the headlines screaming in bold letters: Fiancée Loots Her Own Groom: Reward for Information on Her Whereabouts. The constant broadcast was a harsh reminder that her dream of freely exploring the city was now a distant fantasy if she wanted to remain safe. Every public appearance could mean discovery, capture, and the end of safe space she had found here.
It was 8 in the evening when she insisted on making dinner for both of them. She wanted to show her gratitude, at least in some small way, for his unexpected kindness in letting her stay.
She was determined to do something, anything, to show her gratitude.They ate together in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
She could feel his eyes on her occasionally, but every time she looked up, he quickly averted his gaze.
He watched her from across the table, his thoughts a whirl of confusion and concern. Who is she really? he wondered, observing the way she meticulously arranged her food. Why is she running, and from whom?
When dinner was over, he collected the dishes from her, insisting on washing them himself. "You've done enough," he said, taking the plates from her hands. She watched him, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. How long can I stay here without putting him in danger, without being burden on him? she thought, her mind racing with worries about the future.
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The next morning, she was jolted awake by a loud banging on her door. His voice, laced with panic, cut through the haze of sleep. "Open the door!" he urged, the urgency evident.
She moved out of bed, her heart pounding, and hurried to unlock the door.
He rushed in as soon as it opened, his expression fraught with anxiety."My family called," he began, the words tumbling out.
"They're returning early from their vacation, and they're bringing a nosy relative who loves to pry into everyone's business."
She stared at him, confused, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "I don't understand," she said slowly, her mind struggling to keep up with the sudden change of events.
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "They don't know you're here," he explained, his voice strained. "And my family is... they're strict about these things. They wouldn't approve."
Understanding dawned on her as she looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern there.
She met his eyes, fully understanding his dilemma. knowing she couldn't be a burden on him any longer. "I'll leave," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You've done more than enough for me. I'll never forget your kindness."
His eyes widened in confusion and then narrowed in frustration. "What the are even you talking about?" he snapped, his tone agitated.
She flinched slightly at his response, her own confusion deepening. "Isn't that what you're asking me to do?" she asked hesitantly. "To leave, but saying it politely?"
He shook his head, his expression softening as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I want you to move into my room and hide there while the danger still lingers. I can't trust my family or the nosy relative with your information. I'm afraid they might call the police or give away your location to your so-called fiancé."
She stared at him, trying to process his words. "But how are we going to manage hiding from such a large family in the same house?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
He squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. "We'll figure it out. I'll make sure you have everything you need. We just need to be careful and stay quiet. It’s the safest option right now."
She took a deep breath, her mind racing. The thought of hiding in his room, of being so close to him while living under the same roof as his family, filled her with both anxiety and relief.
She trusted him, but the situation was fraught with risks."Okay," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
He nodded, relief washing over his features. "Let's move your things quickly," he said, already turning to help gather her belongings.
They worked swiftly and quietly, moving her few possessions into his room. The tension in the air was palpable, both of them acutely aware of the looming threat. Once everything was settled, he looked at her, a reassuring smile breaking through his worry.
As she prepares to hide in his room, he reassures her of their plan, making sure she understands the importance of staying hidden. He rearranges his room to make it more comfortable for her, ensuring she has everything she needs to remain unnoticed by his family.
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