𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟐𝟐 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.

If there's a door to heaven
Baby, you're the key
And if I had to beg
I'd be on my knees

• F L A S H B A C K •

Amaya's tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening like fragile crystal droplets against her pale skin. The soft, broken sobs that escaped her throat pierced the silence, stirring a deep sense of urgency within Revansh. There she sat, a fragile figure curled into herself, her tiny body trembling as she buried her face in her knees.

Revansh, a few inches away, felt a magnetic pull towards her pain, yet he remained rooted in place, his own heart heavy with the wish to comfort her, to wipe away the tears that seemed to flow endlessly. "Don't cry," he spoke, his voice steady yet gentle.

Amaya lifted her head, her dark brown eyes glistening with tears, her gaze met Revansh's, who rose from his spot, the rustle of his clothes breaking the silence, and settled beside her, "Don't cry. We will run away from here," he said, his voice a soothing balm. A soft, comforting smile graced his lips, radiating warmth that enveloped Amaya, "I miss my Mumma, Papa, and Bhai," she whispered, her words laced with longing and a delicate pout formed on her little lips.

Revansh couldn't help but enfold his arms around her shoulders, enveloping Amaya in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Amaya nestled her face into his chest, her small frame trembling as quiet sobs escaped her lips. As the minutes ticked by, an understanding began to dawn on her-crying would not mend anything she had to escape from this place. She pulled back from his embrace with a gentle resolve, her tear-streaked face lifting to meet his gaze.

Revansh, caught in the moment, stiffened in place, the reality of her presence washing over him like a tidal wave. He was awash with disbelief; how could this delicate girl, who felt so fragile against him, evoke such powerful currents of electricity within his veins? The sensation of her soft skin brushing against his sent sparks dancing across his body, igniting a fire that thrilled and terrified him.

Ignoring the swirling storm within him, he adopted a mellifluous tone, smooth and honeyed, aiming to lift her spirits. "Do you want toffee?" he asked, his voice warm. Amaya's eyes, glimmering like stars scattered across a midnight sky, she hastily nodded her head, a gesture of eager anticipation. With a soft smile tugging at his lips, Revansh slipped his hand into the depths of his pocket, fingers brushing against the crinkly wrapper of the sweet treat. He extended his hand, offering the candy a small token of joy as he placed it gently into her palm, their fingers briefly touching.