LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

☆ || B i r t h d a y || ☆

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A A R N A

I am giving up on myself when I look at the most beautiful pair of eyes I've seen in my life.
The week we've spent together seems to fade as if it wasn't seven days but seven minutes. These days won't come again, but the memories will surely keep my brain occupied with his thoughts. Today is going to be the last we're probably spending together.

I thought I was supposed to indulge in thoughts of meeting everyone, but no. I can't stabilise my mind with anyone except him. We are driving back to New York. And at the same, he'd be leaving afterwards.

Wrapping my hands around his bicep, I place my head on his shoulder. "I'm going to miss you. A lot more." I murmur.

He chuckles.
"I'm not dying Aarna, am I? I would be back in some days."
I deadpan at his question to which he shakes his head, "Don't worry. Even if I die before you, my spirit will always come to you, finding my Goddess."

A pool of tears fills my eyes.
"I hate you," I whisper.

"Hmm. And you love me too." He kisses my forehead.

"Please take care of yourself and come back soon."
I know it is supposed to happen. He'd be occupied with his work life always. Still, I can't help myself. I want to be with him everywhere, anywhere. It's as If I leave him for a second, a part of me is incomplete. "I love you." I kiss on his lips, taking him by surprise, to which he halts the car nearby.

He pulls my nape and kisses me sweetly. Rhythmically, the sound of his sucking on my lips increases, mixing our saliva; the slashing of each other's tongues heightens my desires even more.

"Aarna." His voice was thick with intensity. "How am I supposed to keep myself sane if you whisper seduce to me like this."
I chuckle against his chest, and he hugs me even closer, wrapping his right arm around my waist.

His hold feels possessive yet comforting to my heart. I trail my small index finger near his jawline while he's focused on driving on the road.

He seems to have been in a healthy mental state since a week ago. He doesn't get angry; rather, he tries to understand things better between us. He lets me love him the way I do and that in itself is the biggest accomplishment for me.

"Can I ask you something?"

His attention keeps remaining on the road when his fingers swirl the steering. "Hmm."

"Since Archer's character is going viral in the world, like literally everyone, even the famous superstars are talking about him. I want to ask why did you choose Archer's psychopath Anti-hero character when his acting itself faltered and disturbed your mental health?"

He inhaled before looking down at me. "I don't know the answer, correctly and to be honest. I wanted to do something out of my comfort zone. And Archer was everything I'd ever dreamed of in the parallel universe. Also, when the Oscar winner Patrick Wilson refused the role of Archer, I had to grab the opportunity; so many big names rejected it due to his violent behaviour, but deep inside I felt to accept it; I was influenced by him."

He kisses my forehead, his fingers gripping tighter in my skin. "I felt connected to him. I wanted something harsher, violent to get out of my delusional state that she'd come back to me."
He inhaled deeper, staring down at me.

"I'm not bothered with your past with me until your comfort is not hampered," I mutter near his ear, and he smiles softly.

"Okay, what more about Archer?"

"His emotive state. It felt like I owned his character. As if I've lived with him in real life, too. Or maybe I am exaggerating but he fascinates me. Archer gets, or I might say, take what he wants. Like blood with bloodshed. He isn't bothered with it until she happens. And then there is a complete split in his personality in the third part we're about to shoot after three months. I hope that'd be a healing part and an expected happy ending."