The Mafia Obssesions - An Indian BL

Chapter Nine - Excuses

      (Warning - Long ahh chapter, lmao)
                     
                                                  Yuvraj's POV

I gulped, my hands looming over my buttons as he smiled warmly at me. "Take off your shirt." He smiled, a first aid kid resting near him "I- No...I'm fine." I mumbled. "Fine?" He tilted his head, confused, and took a step forward. "You need to take off your shirt for me to at least take a look at your wounds." He said, as if it was oh so simple. It might be for him! He doesn't have a big ass Raven tattoo reigning his entire back! "I- uhm..." I cleared my throat. "What-?" Before he could complete his sentence, a yell escaped my mouth. "I DON'T NEED YOU TO TAKE A LOOK MY WOUNDS!"

He flinched at my sudden outburst. My eyes widened and my breath hitched and I looked down, slightly guilty. I didn't want to yell at him, but I panicked. I don't know why, I simply did not want him to figure out that I was a Mafia. Why? Why was I so reluctant? I don't know, maybe because his voice had warmth. A kind of warm feeling that I had been lacking since the day I had been born. The warmth was filling a void in my heart that I didn't know existed. It felt like a starving man had finally tasted some sort of Elixir. Almost as if a thirsty man was given, instead of water, the most expensive wine to exist. Earlier, when he talked about how he hated Mafias, the warmth... disappeared... I don't want the warmth in his voice to disappear. Even if it lasts for some time, only for this night, I want it. I want the warmth. I want to feel it. I want to live it. Even if I may never meet this man ever again, this warmth...it was going to stick with me. For life. I knew it was gonna.

He stepped towards me, a smile on his face. I tried to straighten my posture, but my injuries made it difficult to even move as I leaned back on the couch once again. I just closed my eyes. What was I feeling? Why was I behaving this way? My eyes shot open to a hand running through my hair. My heart leapt and my breathing stopped. My mouth opened slightly ajar in shock, unable to process what was happening. He gently ran his hand through my hair, almost as if he was comforting every single strand individually. I looked up at him, our eyes locking. My eyes completely wide in shock, heat rushing to my cheeks. His gaze, as soft as flower petals. I sub consciously gulped.

When was the last time I had some sort of physical contact? Especially one so affectionate? Nah, I have never had a single affectionate touch in my entire life, not even by my own father. The only ones that I had were kicks, punches, stabs, gun shots but those don't really count I guess. My heart raced as I looked at him, his eyes soothing my burning wounds. "What is it, little one? Are you troubled? If there is something bothering you, tell me." He spoke, his voice as soft as his eyes. Each word of his was healing something in me.

I wanted to lean in his touch, to get more warmth. I was cold. I was so so so cold. I wanted warmth. Though of course, I knew better. I shouldn't. I shouldn't do that. I'm...not worthy of warmth. I never was and I never will be. I slightly pulled back. I turned my eyes away. He sighed, a sad look in his eyes which still had the soft and warm gaze in them, staring into my soul. I looked around. "I should leave." I thought to myself. "I have not a single idea what is going on, but I should leave. It's not good for me to stay here any longer." I tried to convince myself. I was a Mafia leader. I have assassins and spies planted after me. If enemy clans mistake him for an acquaintance of mine, he is going to be dragged down into a world worse than Hell, never being able to crawl out. I possibly cannot drag a civilian in matters like these.

I had to make sure he wouldn't know a single detail about me. He already knows too much, how I look, how I sound. That is way more than a civilian should know. I shouldn't let him have anymore information and leave immediately. I looked around, in my torn up pockets, trying to find my phone but OBVIOUSLY is wasn't there. I needed to call Adhira IMMEDIATELY. I must not let him know anything more about me. "What your name, little one?" He asked, cupping my cheeks slightly. "Yuvraj Khanna." I blurted out in absolute panic, as heat rushed up to my cheeks, turning me into a real life tomato. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YUVRAJ! YOU JUST TOLD YOURSELF NOT TO- URGH!