LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

☆ || H u s b a n d - w i f e || ☆

A A R N A

There seems to be an error in my life.
And that error is nothing but my self-doubt. The doubt that happens to be associated with Avyan. What am I going to do with my life without him? When Papa described how Alara brought him home for the first time, the sense of something untold, something buried deep down, crossed his dark grey mysterious orbs.
I never knew he wasn't the biological son of this family until my marriage day. Jahnvi Ma told me how much he means to them, and one of the reasons is that he's connected to them emotionally and is a part of everyone's life more than blood could connect them. Even more specifically, he means everything to Alara.

When she informed me he needed me, I had to smile at her and then look back at him with an apologetic smile that lately I've been not giving him our needed time. I understand how he feels my need. And I'd be selfish if I said I don't crave him more than that.
I want him everywhere beside me.

Before I could say everyone a bye, he left without saying anything to me. I was supposed to be answerable to him. Only him. But he didn't even listen.

Now that I stand in front of the king-sized bed draped in white square sheets and a yellowish net around its borders. His walking around the room and placing his phone on the coffee table while staring at me sends me a sense of affectionate solidarity.

Everything in the room is arranged in a lively manner. As if he had been spending most of his days here.
"Is Cleveland connected to you in any way?"
I question, nonchalantly.

He walks to me, touches my hands and intertwines our fingers. Curling my left-hand fingers around his bicep, my fingers flicker to his shoulder blade. I need to change his soaked bandage.

He swirls me, then pulls me against his chest. "Cleveland is my birthplace. This room- where we stand was an orphanage where I lived. Before Alara found me. Years later, An industrialist destroyed the orphanage, making this a seven-star hotel, so Dad bought the hotel for me when I was fifteen. Since then this floor has been reserved for me."

I inhale hearing him. Oh, his birthplace. Now, I can connect the reason why Alara chose Cleveland as her reception venue. She always thinks about him.
His eyes roam at my face and then particularly stop at my neck. "Why did you hide the marks earlier?"

I gasped, releasing I had to hide them with concealer after bathing; otherwise, everyone would've seen. "I can't show them to everyone else."
He turns me, grabs my shoulders, and whispers in my ear, "Only for me then?"

I gulp, holding his hand. "Let me see your wound, please. It's a fresh wound that must be paining."

"Why should I show you? See yourself." Saying that he sits in an intimidating manner, spreading his legs and resting his back against the pillow. He stares at me when fishing out his phone and scrolling something over it.

"Remove your shirt." He places the phone aside.
"Remove it then."
Hearing his reply, I sigh closing my eyes. Has he decided to piss me off tonight? Is that why he wanted me to be here with me?

"You're not going to overreact after watching it."
His voice sends chills down my throat when he speaks in my ear.
"Yeah. My panic seems to be an overreaction to you; why would you care that your pain seems to affect me? That I nearly felt choked seeing your wounds."

"Did you?" I look away but then open the drawer at the nightstand to search for the first aid box, thankfully, it's in there.
Sitting in front of him, I scoot closer to his lap. Instead, he lifts my hips, making me sit in the space between his legs.
I gulp holding onto his shoulder.