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
Do you think I expected him to trust me when I doubted him? No, I expected he would lash on me. Even though the video doesn't reveal my face, the side profile does look like me and I thought it was enough to ignite fire within his eyes. The plus factor was Anna.
Anna cheated on Aaran, got pregnant with someone else's child and labelled it as his which is why I really didn't expect him to trust me instead I expected him to pull out his gun and load the bullets inside my skull.
He could have done many things right now if I hadn't held his wrist and asked him to get on his fucking knees, he would have easily covered his hand in blood of Fabio which no doubt he will. If not today, then the other.
"Aaran has never gone on his knees. Not even when an enemy had a gun pointed on his head, and they could blow up his brain in a fraction of seconds."
Andrew's words from a week ago clicked my mind and to be honest, I wanted to see what he can do for me. Like, will, he freaking get on his knees? "Touch me and make me feel that you are my husband...the only man who is allowed to touch me. To make me feel fucking alive." I slipped my hand out from his and took a step back looking at him.
"You know, this is not the right time and nor am I in the right sense, Ranvi. I don't want to hurt you-" He sounds emotionless, not even angry, exactly how he used to be months ago.
Folding my hands across my chest, I speak. "You already did, Aaran-by hiding the truth-" I paused, I could sense anger forming in his dark eyes. It's not because I asked him to get on his knees but because I told him about Fabio, or maybe both.
"And in case you can't do that..sure you can leave. I can go to a strip club and get some-" I was ready to sit on the bed when Aaran wrapped his hand around my throat pulling me towards him harshly before his other hand slid to my head, intertwining his finger in my hair, slightly pulling them. His eyes had turned the colour of darkness like his words.
"Why? Are you that desperate to be fucked? Let me break your bubble, There are no other men in your life except me if you do so. I swear on you... I will fuck you on their dead body, in their blood. If you are happy with me, you stay with. Me. If you are not happy with me. You. Still. Fucking. Stay with me. No other options. Am I fucking clear?"
Our eyes met before he furrowed his brow demanding for an answer and when I didn't answer him and tried to look away from him, he slightly pulled my hair making me look at him. His hands slid from my throat to cup my cheek, and his thumb brushed over my lips.
"No, you are not. Fucking. Clear." I said raising my voice. Do you think I will ever cheat on him? No, but I do want to piss him off..I want him to feel irritated, exactly how I have been feeling ever since I got to know that he lied. I also want him to get on his fucking knees and beg me for forgiveness..right today. I might be playing with fire, but if he doesn't put a full stop here, I will burn us both.
