She'll run away. He'll chase her.
If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped.
Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none.
His world was dark, traumatising and...
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A team of makeup artists and hair stylists were brought in to make Pakhi ready. Ekta showed many outfits to her and she chose a saree embroidered with beads.
The saree looked decent so she decided to wear it.
The hair stylist made a bun of her hair and let the loose strands of hair fall on either side of her face.
She closed her eyes when the hair stylist applied vermillion on her hair line.
" You can open your eyes, mam."
She opened her eyes and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked beautiful. Expensive jewelleries were put on her that enhanced her beauty. Her lips were coloured with a terracotta shade of lipstick.
She wore bangles then grabbed the anklets.
" Shall we help you mam?"
One of the artists asked. Pakhi was about to refuse when sounds of footsteps approached her room. They all looked at the person and found Aryan.
He looked up and down at Pakhi before saying, " you all may leave the room now."
The artists nodded and packed their things and left the room. Pakhi instantly felt nervous and avoided his gaze.
He walked toward her and did not dare to remove his gaze from his beautiful wife. His eyes fell on the anklets in her hand and a mesmerising idea clicked his mind.
Before she could make any excuse, he stood in front of her and took the anklets from her.
" What-"
She was cut off in the middle when he sat down, kneeling on the left knee.
" What are you doing?"
She asked confusedly yet suspiciously while he just smiled and grabbed the left foot of her.
" What-"
She got an imbalance.
" Cool down. I am not doing anything," he said and put her foot on his knee.
She blinked her eyes and wondered if he had gone mad. She decided to better stay silent while he tilted his head slightly and wrapped one piece of anklet around her ankle then brought his face closer to it and tightened the hook with his teeth.
Her heart fluttered and she again felt sick to stomach. So, he wanted to put anklets on her.
She tucked the strands of her hair behind the ear and felt...strange.
Neither good nor bad.
He put another foot on his knee and made her wear the other piece of anklet as well. Before letting her go, he planted a kiss on her foot in the most gentle way possible.
