Twisted Desires Amidst Of Fire

CHAPTER 13:- THE TWISTED DAY

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Soumya's Pov:-

It was a cold morning in Mumbai, its the month of may and A.C. is on full swing. I am feeling cold which is disturbing my sleep, I snuggled more into the warm embrace.

But now once I am awake I cannot sleep again, mentally sighing I tried to open my eyes but they seem too much sticky. Some how opening my eyes I blinked them to adjust to the dim sunlight peeking through the curtains.

I looked at the warm embrace into which I kept snuggling earlier and too my surprise it's him, my tyrant husband. I am laying sideways keeping my one hand under my head and the other one is placed on his well built sturdy chest, well naked chest.

His one hand is under my head while the other one is wrapped around my waist holding me securely. I looked up at his face, the face that I wanna punch so bad everytime he gets on my nerves.

But I cannot deny the fact that he is handsome, well very handsome. He has a fair skin with several moles on his face and the light beard adds 10 times hotness to his features. He knows he is handsome and thinks of himself as some gods gift to women.

As I looked down my eyes fell on his tattoos, he has so many tattoos on his neck line, shoulder and whole of a left arm. He is 34 years old and no one can say it until they see him this close.

A few wrinkles have emerged near his eyes and the few grey strands of hairs have adorned his head. I looked down and saw a glimpse of tattoo on the side of his chest, I didn't knew he had a tattoo there too.

"uh huh you are paying too much attention on the man you claim to hate"

My subconscious mind said and I came out of my trance of admiring him. The realisation hit me like a truck, what am I doing here in his arms? What happened last night?

Suddenly all the memories from the previous night flashed like a film in my mind and I hated every part of it. I hate to become weak in front of others and specially in front of him.

That is why my eyes are extra sticky today due to all that crying. I wriggled a little to get out of him hold but it was of no use. I tried again and slowly removed his arms from my waist and scooted away a little from him.

He groaned a little and laid on his back facing the ceiling. Sighing I got up from bed and went towards washroom to do my morning routine.

I looked myself in the mirror and my face was puffed and there were few tear stains. My eyes was a little red and I looked weak which I dislike the most.

I brushed my teeth and then stepped into the shower after tripping out of my clothes. The cold water touched my skin making my skin shiver not only because of its coldness but also because of the last night events.

Tears started streaming down my face and I broke down again falling on my knees. The best day of my life became a traumatic day just because of one message from an unknown person.

Maybe someone is playing prank with me but how did the person know about that emoji. I stood straight and wiped my tears, "I won't cry no one can break me, I am strong"