A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE]
I love him, he loves me too, more than his life.
But-
What if my husband is ready to snatch my life?
Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish t...
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R A N V I
I looked at him as Aaran buttoned his shirt. He is barely looking at me while my eyes follow him everywhere like a lost puppy. After I woke up half an hour and expected him to interrogate me like an officer all he did was to ask. “How are you? Can you breathe probably? Do you still feel that dizziness?”
And I shook my head because I was all good. Later I realized that it was around nine in the morning and Aaran was late—which he isn't known for. He slipped into the bathroom and I started thinking about the last night but ended up recalling a few things.
I was all set to go back to work but Aaran called Killian and asked—no, he never asks anything to anyone he ordered Killian to clear my schedule for today as I won't be able to make up. “Take a proper rest.” This is the last thing he said before walking to the bathroom.
My fingers played with the quilt as I cleared my throat and said. “Are you—perhaps angry with…me?” Our eyes collide from the reflection of the mirror as he says. “And what makes you think so?”
“Your actions speak more than your words.” He wears his watch while still maintaining eye contact and breaks the silence. “I am not angry.”
“You haven't asked me anything about last night.” Aaran turned to face me, walking towards me and stopped in front of my bed. “I thought you needed some time to settle things.”
“I was scared last night, but not right now. In fact, I feel normal so yes, I do want to talk about it.” Yes, I was afraid last night, who wouldn't be but labelling the thing that Ohmygod I am still afraid is not my thing.
Crazy how the last month taught me a lot of things.
Aaran looks at me, stepping forward and sitting beside me. “I was hallucinating last night. I mean I saw you in that man’s place. You were choking me.”
“That was because you were drugged.” I nodded at his words because yes, a lot of drugs does make you hallucinate and condescending how I wanted Aaran to save me that time, my brain showed me exactly his face and freaked the shit out of me.
“I know right, but that man’s voice was similar to the one who attacked me last month–” I paused, crossing my legs inside the quilt and shifted towards him.
“— You know, I heard him clearly saying that he hates me a lot. My existence makes him sick, and I should die.” I saw a slight clench in his jaw and a twitch in his eyes which soon got replaced by a soft one.
“Are you sure you heard him?” I nodded speaking further. “120% yes, I remember that part because—I hallucinated you speaking that thing, so it just can't get off my brain.” Aaran nods a little before placing his hand on mine and giving it a little squeeze.
