It was past midnight. I lay on the couch in my office with my arm over my face while the other rested on my stomach. I couldn't sleep, and it was not the first time. Every time the grey-eyed girl pulled my string, my resolve rattled, and I had to force myself to cage in my damn study.
The image of her hair swaying with the night breeze and a lone tear falling over her cheek got deeply ingrained in my mind, and I felt suffocated. Her parted lips and the myriad of emotions in those eyes were not leaving me even for a second. That girl would do anything to make others happy, and I have seen that today. I initially thought to let her continue baking the disaster until she gave up, but when her eyes shone with determination, I had to jump in.
Everything was going fine, but then a memoir of my past slipped through my mouth. 13 fucking years and I never talk about my past, but one look of admiration from Adah and I ended up showing her a glimpse of what I was. The sound of chink appearing on my wall was deafening, and before it turned into a hole, I had to plan a strategy.
I was still in my thoughts when the bane of my existence knocked on the door. Her survival instinct is turning rusty; otherwise, she would have holed herself in the room instead of coming to me after what had suffice between us earlier. I was still unhinged and was not ready to have another hit to my resolve. Hearing no response, she would assume I slept and would leave me alone. However, the girl was determined to defy me today when she entered the room anyway. I could feel her impending stare at me, hinting at a storm.
I held my breath, grateful for the dim lighting of the room. A ball formed in my stomach, hearing her ragged breathing shattering the silence, and for once, I started praying she would catch the hint. The moment I heard the sound of the door opening and closing again was when I let out my breath.
Why did she come to my study?
It was not the first time I slept here, but it was the first she visited me in the dead of night. I was still engrossed in my thoughts when the door opened again, and my body went rigid in alert. I cursed inwardly, hearing her approaching steps, and lost my shit, feeling her covering me with a comforter.
Her breathing was still uneven, but I had other pressing issues to take care of.
The moment her small place was over my chest, I hauled her over me with all the pent-up turmoil. Her shriek resonated in the eerie silent room.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I growled.
"I..I..." she stammered, her eyes flitting with the same fear she had when we first met.
Fear of me.
"You what?" I yelled, making her flinch.
Something in my expression made her cower, and she tried pulling herself off, but I wasn't letting it go this time. She has been bothering me, yet I was keeping my composure. But she shouldn't have entered my lair and poked me with her pretense when I was a ticking bomb.
"Sorry, let me ..go."
Not a chance.
I flipped our position, earning a horrid gasp. Pinning her wrists above her head, I snarled, "You thought you could play me? Just because I promised not to touch you, you decided it was fun to test my patience? Do you think we are on vacation? Did you forget who I'm, or are you trying to wrap me around your finger with your innocent act?"
My growl echoed, swallowing her meek whimpers.
"Tell me," I knead her ass, "are you feeling lonely, and that's why you came to me? Do you want me to fill your loneliness with my cock?" I grind against her that only made her shake her head frantically.
The cocktail of all the emotions that I had been holding up spilled. One woman was enough to make me a cold-blooded bastard. I don't need another to ruin me forever. I shouldn't have promised not to fuck her and carried with it; at least I wouldn't have been so fucked up.
The line blurred for me, and instead of a grey iris, I started seeing hazel. The small nose turned into the haughty belonging to the woman who looked down upon people like me. Her shivering lips faded into an arrogant smirk instigating me with a what-can-you-do look. I didn't even realize my hold was bruising the feeble wrists.
"I...I...." she gasped in pain, but I heard a mocking laugh instead.
"Shut up," I whispered, stunned at the face of the woman who ruined me, but her laughter didn't stop.
"shut the fuck up!" I roared, grabbing her throat to silence her.
My throat felt clogged, and I felt despair slowly seeping into me, hearing her laugh at me again. I stared in a daze at Zoya's face, my first love. The one responsible for my doom, the reason for my mother's and sibling's death.
"I'm sorry. Please," she begged, but I still saw her haughty gaze contradict her pleas.
The flash of my sibling's blank eyes and my mother's limp body squeeze my chest. My stare hardened when something dropped from my eye to her face. Gritting my molar, feeling vulnerable before the damn woman, I wheezed, "Stop whatever act you are pulling, and if you dare to manipulate me again, I will kill you."
"A-Aryan," and I snapped out of my bout just like that.
A hiccup made me blink, and instead of Zoya's shit-eating grin, I saw Adah's face contorted in agony.
"I won't repeat it. I'm sorry, I was scared and..." she murmured incoherently.
"Why?" I frowned.
"Nightmare," she whispered, muffling her sobs only for her to hiccup again.
I pulled away in realization and walked towards the window, raking my hair. I inhaled deeply, only to turn around hearing a loud thud. I noticed Adah lying on the floor and struggling to get up. I rushed forward to help, only to halt when she screamed, seeing me approach her. I don't blame her. She hysterically pushed off the ground, and then through the door, she was gone.
I raked my hair in frustration and kicked the coach hard. She wasn't seeking me out of some game but for security. She had a nightmare, and like every time, she thought I would protect her. My pent-up fuckery forced me to believe she was only challenging me. Once I calmed down, I went to the room only to see it was empty.
Is she scared of me now? A dark chuckle escaped my throat at my hypocrisy.
I searched the entire villa only to find her on the terrace, sleeping while holding my T-shirt. Noticing that she was in a deep sleep, I approached her quietly. Letting out a sigh, I kneeled before her in defeat. This girl has finally had me on my knees. Sliding my gaze over the blue marks on her neck, it stopped at her lashes heavy with dried tears. My thumb touched her reddened cheek, and a different kind of pain gripped me. From her even breathing, I knew she was asleep.
"I'm sorry," my murmur got lost in the night's angry breeze.
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
