Seasons- Golden Hours

🍷Punishment🍷

Agastya

I held the paper that the guy threw in front of me, Eshani's breath turned shallow. The frustration from earlier disappeared or possibly excelled into something deeper and darker as I unfold the paper.

Why do you always change with the curtain on? Let me see a peek of your body.

I crumbled the paper, glaring at the man in front who clearly send this for Eshani. "Agastya its nothing."

"Since when?" I turn to see her, her face is nothing but a carefully sculpted statue and I am not a fool to ignore the fact that this isn't the first note.

Crimson surrounds my eyes.

"Please." Her voice comes out in a plea, she held my hand- her fingers warm and soothing against my skin. "Agastya, don't make a scene."

I grabbed her jaw, my sudden action made her breath ragged. "I just asked one fucking question, since-" I pulled her close, matching us on the eye level "when?"

"After I turned 11." She admitted like a good girl. I snapped towards the guy who left his place.

"I see." She couldn't think of anything else to distract me so she tiptoed and circled her arms around me burying her face into my neck.

"It doesn't matter, I will go out from this place eventually. I promise, it wouldn't affect us anymore." She tried to say everything she could to save that man.

"Why are you trying to save him Eshani?" I could smell her hair, the fruity fragrance does a little to calm me.

Just a little.

My hands clutched her waist but I broke the hug. "Why didn't you tell your father?"

It took me some keys to press on my phone to decide the fate of that man.

He chose it the day he messed with my woman.

"I can't explain everything." She fidget with her ring, staring at it again and again. "Just don't kill him."

"I won't."

Killing? Even worse.

"Promise me." Her voice turned thin and it was as serious as ever.

"Do you think of me as a murderer?" She lifts her eyes and I have never seen something so clearly.

Fear, nervousness, sweat on her forehead.

"You do." I stepped back even when it felt like I shouldn't have. Her hands were shivering, her whole body.

I moved my hand in her direction to tuck her hair but she flinched and moved away.

Oh.

"I don't think of you as a murderer." She said while giving every possible look that revolted against the statement.

After a long silence between us, the air thickens and afternoon sun starts to fade.

"You thought I was trying to hurt you?" Even I couldn't recognise my voice at this point.

"Agastya it's not -"

"Let's keep pretending and then you can go back to your friends, I have a lot to do after meeting your parents."

I turn back on my heel, suddenly the comfortable clothes of mine feel like spikes on my skin.

I hear her calling my name in a thin voice as she is even scared of the air around this house.

If it was someone else, he would have held her or consoled her but the point is I am not someone else.

I don't have the luxury to sit and explain to her why I am the way I am.