𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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                         TANYA'S POV-

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                         TANYA'S POV-

             "तूने छुआ तो कुछ अलग महसूस हुआ
                 ना हुआ जो महसूस आज तक हमें।"

The sound of cutlery cuts through the silence of the room. I am sitting opposite to him at the dinning table. He hasn't spoken a word, completely focusing on the meal.

I on the other hand find it difficult to stuff food in my mouth. His eyes steal glances at me in between but other than that he is calm. This is also a sign of a storm.

He never stays calm. Not when i burnt his building not even hours ago. I clear my throat intentionally and he looks at me with concern.

No it's not concern. Why would he be concerned for me?

"Are you okay?" His voice is low

"Yeah i am" I say shoving another bite in my mouth, his grip on the fork tightens as he notices at the anxious pale look of my face.

"Do you have a fever?" He asks his hand dropping the steel cutlery.

"No. I am just fine also you should just leave now." I utter moving up from my seat.

He does the same, following me to stairs. He pulls me by grabbing my wrist. I look at him with a huffed expression. After today's episode I don't want to stay anywhere but near him. He is disastrous. And I certainly don't like how i react or what i become when i am around him.

He is too stubborn to be ignored and too different to be seen.

"You were not okay and i saw it clearly in the cameras." His breath trails my lower neck

"I just had something in my mind." I reply giving him a hard stare

I don't wanna look up in his eyes. They are grey, dark and mysterious and every time i peep in them i find myself wrapped in questions. Questions which don't have any answers.

They are just in my mind. My words forget to slip when i try to ask them.

"I want to be with you." I don't believe what i heard, probably i misheard.

My expressions deepen as i stare wide at him, he stays the same not moving a bit. His body sort of pushes mine but his hands are enough to hold me back from falling.

"What?" I fumble

"I said i want to be with you." His words are clear this time making me aware of his intentions.

For a minute I don't speak at all. I want this moment to consume me or let alone this earth consume me. My only enemy is asking to be with me. Is that a parallel universe or am i living a delusion after my episode.

His thumb caresses my upper arm, making me aware of this truth. It's all real and not in my head. I straighten my back and try to push myself out of his grip but he is strong. And i am more weak today.

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