A Loveless Alliance

Chapter- 37 [Pool]

MYRA'S POV

A thief, that's what I felt like while tip-toeing across the quiet and dark corridor.

My eyes widened at every shadow, ears perked up at the slightest sound though I was ninety nine percent sure that everyone must already be in a deep slumber after the blast of a night they just had.

The party ended, forcefully ended, an hour ago by the elders saying that we needed to wake up early tomorrow.

As expected, sleep didn't touch my eyes for a second, the image of Siddharth's clenched jaw and his gashing gaze which spoke volumes when he had turned silent, stayed in front of me pricking my mind.

My heart once again clenched at the reminder causing my grip around my phone to stiffen.

For a lot of people, this might be something they would shove to the back of their minds and never put any light on it again. But I knew how significant it was to address these small sour patches.

No relationship was ever broken on a stormy night during a "big" fight, though it might seem like that but relationships broke in the silence of the dining table.

The big fight merely becomes the one last drop poured into the glass before it dribbles. People often forget about the slow poison they put in the glass drop by drop everyday.

It's the small fights in the kitchen, cuddle-less nights, cold shoulders and the lack of "I love yous" which actually dent a relationship while people put all the blame on that one night that's mostly only a reflection of their pent up frustration.

I had seen such small insects feeding away on my parent's marriage, never in my worst times would I like the same to happen with me even if Siddharth and I shared no "love relation" which my parents supposedly did.

These fears and the guilt had me ending up in this situation of texting Siddharth past midnight.

Surprisingly he told me he was at the terrace. Out of everywhere he could be, the terrace wasn't something I expected him to be at.

I pulled down the sleeves of my oversized cropped zip up hoodie, rubbing the soft fabric against my cold palms.

The strong air conditioner had me wearing a full sleeved hoodie in the august of mumbai or was it some extra degree of comfort I craved to cover my skin which tingled with nervousness?

The lift opened with a ding sound which almost startled me, considering how silent the whole palace was.

I can do this, fisting my hands I tried to boost my confidence which fell flat as I walked towards the terrace and the sound of water whooshing around reached my ears.

This was the second out of the two terraces in Whispering Pines and my first time visiting anyone of the two.

My lips parted in amusement as I walked in, white marble floor, numerous lanterns lighted up the space in the pitch darkness of the night.

A perfect blend of faint golden glow with the black base of the sky.

"Siddh-" The sight in front of my eyes caused my words to get stuck in my throat. I gulped down.

A chill rippled through my spin, leaving me with a racing heart and heated skin.

There was an infinity pool at the corner of the rooftop but what held me still in my steps was the man swimming in it. Tossing and turning around in the water like he owned it, as if the water flowed at his command.

Hearing my footsteps, Siddharth turned around, a loud splash of water echoed in the silent chilling moment, and rose up to the water level revealing half of his bare chest and neck.