𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀

C H A P T E R - 47

Mayra

I did not meet Aarav's gaze for once as I scaled for the hallway Diya trailing from behind. For god's sake I was thankful she stayed natural in front of them.

To avoid the boys back there I opted for a better excuse of looking for Moksha or maybe even Aaksha if she was free and wasn't already studying for her finals.

"Mayra beta" (Mayra dear) I twirled around to a voice calling me from behind. Aunt Shorbari holding her saree in one and a golden plate in other dashes past us "Can you lend me a hand" she pushes an abandoned garland out of her way as I help her by taking over the plate full of sweets.

"Of course choti maa ap bataiye kya help kru" (Of course aunt tell me what I must do) before giving us a generous smile she offers "Please hand this over to Sharan's mother. She's in there" she gestures towards the temple and I nod. But before I could walk away she holds me by the elbow.

"Oh Mayra.. you look so pretty" she twirls her wrist over my face, some gesture of casting away bad omen. "Thanks" I push away the shyness. 

"Aarav's choice indeed" she shakes her head while laughing and someone clears a lump behind me. I avoided the urge to glare Diya and pin holes in her.

She left and we followed towards the temple, aunt Roop was busy readying plates for the puja. As soon as she spots us a smile pushes up on both her corner "Come Mayra" she pats a space beside her and greets Diya after.

"Hello Diya right" they exchange hellos. To be honest I love Roop chachi's nature, she's so calm and quite. But so humble and generous at the same time. Who Sharan acquired so graciously.

"Oh no" my attention snagged to the present as I found aunt looking around her searching for something "What do you need aunty?" she absentmindedly gets up "Shayd mai lotus bhul gyi store room me" (I think I forgot Lotus flowers in the store room) she answers calling for a servant.

"It's okay I'll get it for you" she shakes her head to deny my request but I was already up and leaving "Okay. there's a carton on the third shelf" she adds as I made to enter the hallway. 

I left Diya with aunty, running up the stairs I found the store room at the far most corner of the first level.

Running in a saree is really a task in its own. Hats off to mumma and all the women who do all the work while being in a saree.

The door soundlessly cracked open and I entered collecting the front of my saree with my hand to avoid stepping.

The room was dustless, wardrobes lined either side of the wall. I instantly spotted a ladder connected to the shelves but it wasn't of my any use because the carton was kept at a low height, quickly grabbing it I made to turn around when a shiver colder than the night crawls up my spine.

"Scared you?" his hoarse masculine voice rings in my ear and I look to find Aarav leaning on the door, he must have saw me visibly flinching at his mere presence.

"You don't scare me" a sort of smugness graces his features as he with lethal slowness closes in the space between us "You sure about that Mayra" he paused a foot away from me.

I am tired of playing his games.. it's been three weeks after we returned from the trip. He not for once acknowledged my presence and today out of what curiousness he suddenly starts teasing me. 

I hate him. I hate this. I hate how I react to it. And I hate myself for how I give in to him. To those endless depth of honey. 

"Don't" his tone turned a decibel up and he glares me so fiercely "What?" he blinks for a fraction of second "Does he makes you feel better?" I felt something crumble inside me at those words. Who is he talking about.

"Does he.. does he makes you love yourself" it occurred to me a fraction later but I didn't let it show on my face "I've to leave" it was getting harder to breathe, to be sharing the same space with him while his cologne assaults my brain.

I made to walk past him and pushed at the knob "You said you'll keep your promise" his very words stop me dead on my tracks. Promise?

My thought jumbled together and I frustrated for not being able to think straight "Is it about Rudy?" I twirled around screaming at his face but in a fraction of moment I was pinned on the door.

Only the feel of his hands on my jaw as he slammed himself on my lips. The sudden motion and the heat of the moment didn't let me form any thoughts.

Is he kissing me??? he is kissing me!!

He bites my lower lip so hard I'm surprised no blood draws out. He didn't let me breathe for one second as I pushed at his chest. He sucked my lips so dominantly I had to remind myself all over again to stay on my legs and not fall apart.

One of his hand snakes into my hairs angling my head to give him more access as he ruthlessly pushes his tongue inside me. Any thoughts of sanity left me. And when I wiggled in his hold to protest he pinched my waist so intimately I shuddered.

I never realized he pinned one of my hand on my side and played with the other when he finally breaks the contact. I'm sure I must be the shade of my saree.

"Do not call him Rudy. Or Rudransh. Better don't call him at all" he was talking but nothing made sense to me as my mind kept making the fact clear about his body sticking so close to mine I could hardly collect air for myself.

"Secondly. I can forever live with the fact that you hate me.. but do not torture me with the fact of believing that you hate yourself Mayra" his voice sounded broken that it shattered my heart. He is okay with my hatred but he wants me to love myself. And for all the time I believe he wanted me to hate him so he could get over with his interest in me..

"And I don't fucking enjoy watching you with some other guy." he groans next to my ear tracing the skin with the tip of his nose "You were mine to begin with even before I realized it. No matter what you saw in him. You were always mine Mayra. And I will crunch his bones with my very hand for putting this fucking mark on you" he exhales atop the same spot Diya placed a hickey over.

"He never touched me" the words came out on their own but they felt right. He blinks and then nuzzles in my cheek "That.." he paused before forming right words.

"Long story" I looked down not being able to meet his gaze but I can feel him smiling on my skin when a thought hit me so hard I pushed at him with full force "Mera fast tha" (I had a fast) I whisper yelled at him only to earn a knowing grin in return "Mera bhi" (Me too).

My eyes widened at that but before he could step closer to me again, I twisted the knob and grabbed the carton. I dashed out slamming the door at his face.

As I descent the stairs I realized something so vital that crushed me entirely I could never recover from.

He lied.

Aarav lied to me...

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