A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-45 [First Morning]

MYRA'S POV

"Hmm..." I snuggled against the silky fabric of the pillow, sinking deeper into the soft mattress.

This felt so good. Wrapped in silky sheets, a cold room with a light quilt covering me. It felt as if I was swaddling in the clouds.

No shouting to wake me up today? I rubbed a hand over my sleepy face. A crease formed between my eyebrows as I felt a cold metal against my cheeks.

I fluttered open my eyes, adjusting to the bright lights. The ring in my finger shimmered, pouring light to my new reality.

These silky sheets and the soft quilt which felt like clouds till now, suddenly turned colder and foreign.

My eyes roamed around to spot one particular person. The only one who had the power to make this new frame of bricks and expensive interior feel more like a home.

I couldn't spot him. A strange anxiety spur in the pit of my stomach. Waking up in a brand new room, (at least for me it was new), after a deep slumber caused me to sweat a little.

I was married,
The realisation peeled the comfort off my skin. My eyes roamed around the room, vague memories of last night came flooding in.

The decorations, swirling of a dense awkwardness, him walking out and the emptiness he left, I could still feel it.

All the candles, flowers and everything was gone. Except for my racing heart, there was no sign of life.

The other side of the bed was undoubtedly wrinkleless, perfectly made. I could have sworn that no one slept there last night.

A strange pang striked my heart. I can't recall any memory of Siddharth coming back to the room last night. He never came....?

Something in my chest clenched, and twisted until a bitter taste rubbed against my tongue.

It was a dream...? The touch I felt, the comfort that engulfed me. Ofcourse, it had to be a dream. That's why the scene was so foggy at the back of my mind.

Being near him was hard. He would consume every corner of my mind, fade the line of my rationality, cause my heart to race.

But, God staying away was harder! Especially when at a place when I wanted him the most.

My blood felt colder. I clenched my fingers around the pillow case. Even though he didn't sleep here last night, the sheets somehow still smelled like him.

The same bewitching yet lethally addictive fragrance of him.

It was spreaded in each corner. A silly grin appeared on my face before I quickly wiped it off.

Even if he didn't sleep here last night, He could have at least come to meet me in the morning. I nibbled on my lower lip annoyingly.

The room was utterly silent. Dreamy comfort of my sleep stealed up, the room suddenly felt too cold. I was still in a daze as I reached for my phone from the side table.

Shit!! My eyes widened. 12, at noon. I whined out loud and quickly got off the bed, pushing the quilt away from me. Every speck of sleep died under the rocky realisation.

Why didn't Siddharth wake me up? Ugh..

I walked away from the bed. The distress vanished for a second, instead confusion enclosed my face, when I caught a glimpse of the mirror.

My hair was tied, weirdly but they were tied. I turned to the side and saw a white scrunchie with tiny black stars, wrapped around my locks through the mirror.