A Night To Taste

Chapter 34: Katerine

I scream.

I couldn't stop screaming.

I search my body to find a knife stuck in my throat but there is none. I frantically check my whole body and realize that I am not wearing any T-shirt or pajamas with my hair all a mess. Instead I am wearing a green satin gown with my hair in a loose bun.

What the fuck just happened?

I check my surroundings and find grey and white furniture instead of brown.

Well.. Weird.

I look here and there but don't find any person standing near the door with a deadly grin on his face which is just meant to kill me. Literally and figuratively.

All of a sudden my attention shifts to a person who appears from the door and it takes me almost a minute to realize who he is.

I take a deep breath and sigh and I almost feel like I was in another world and came to life just now. Not that I am wrong. This is my world.

My life.

My people whom I love.

My one and only love of my life.

Andrew.

My Andrew.

Andrew checks the whole room and his eyes are comically widened as if he has just seen a ghost. More like heard a ghost screaming.

After ensuring there are no intruders- the only intruders are in my head- he steps towards me and grab my face. He looks at me searching the cause of my discomfort. For sometime I believe there is no time because I get completely hypnotized by those mismatched eyes. One as green as forest and other as blue as ocean.

"Are you okay, moon? What did you see? Was it a terrible dream?" He asks brushing his lips over mine in a soft, pleasant manner. And me being shameless enough to ignore him instead of kissing him back, I bury my face in his chest and let the tears fall from my eyes.

It was such a terrible dream. And who is this so-called Zayn who tried to kill me. I am glad I woke up and am currently in my husband's arms. I have never felt so safe with anyone as I feel with him.

He is the reason of my happiness. He is the reason of my life. Forge that. He is my life.

"Hmm? Moon, was it a dream?" He pats my head and I melt into his touch.

"A nightmare." I whisper. There is no better word to describe this than a nightmare.

Andrew lifts my head up and wipes the wetness coating the underside of my eyes. He kisses my lips gently and I nearly forget about the nightmare. Nearly. There is no way I wouldn't be traumatized for the next three months. And I am certainly not leaving Ana alone in her room.

Andrew strokes my hair lightly and all his focus gets lost in the small act. I love when he is completely absent minded and does small yet beautiful things. The expression on his face at times like that is priceless. And I want to keep that look forever treasured.

My gaze transfers to the doing of his hands and did I say that it is unfair how someone can have so beautiful fingers and also be that gorgeous? The answer is no, no and NO.

God did unfair to the mankind by making him perfect and others not- I agree some of them are too, but for me its only him- and did womankind unfair by making only one human like that. I am lucky I got the best man. He may be a ruthless businessman for the world but he is the perfect son, husband and father.

I take a complete look at him and find him wearing a casual T-shirt and and trousers. And he is still holding his glasses in one hand.

I jerk his hand away and he looks at me like I snatched his favorite toy.