LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

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I look around when the sun peeks from the window, penetrating my sleepy gaze.
I place my palm over my eyes to stop the sparkle of sunshine.
Last night after Heer dropped us to the mansion, I made him sleep in our room. He must be up by now. Opening my eyelids, I look at the left side of the bed. He is still sleeping.
I smile sadly, my fingers touching his hair softly, pushing them back from his forehead.
He looks serene, innocent and hot too.

Suddenly, his eyes flutter open. And his stare fixes on my face. All of my smile has gone. Was he pretending to sleep?

I pull back slightly, resisting my hand backwards.
Without saying a word, I step down from the bed, his gaze following me from behind.

"Aarna."
His voice stops me from entering the bathroom.
I turn to face him and give him a slight nod.
It feels as if days ago, he didn't treat me silently. The distance doesn't feel weird.
It's normal.
His gray eyes.
His sleepy face.
His groaning voice.
Everything feels close and comforting.

"Come here." He runs a palm over his face, running a hand through his hair.
I push myself to walk in his direction.

Wait.
Isn't it his birthday today?

I pull on a small smile walking to his side. "Happy birthday Avyan."

He hears me speaking. Closes his eyes and then inhales, his nostrils fuming. Did I say something wrong?

Is he furious? Is he going to snap at me?

"Where were you last night?"
His question makes me conscious suddenly.

My eyelids flutter abruptly. "I— I was home— "

He shakes his head. "I've not been talking to anyone. That doesn't mean you guys have to lie to me and hide the part of me drunk state."

"You were there in the theatre last night?"

I shrug my shoulders.
His head tilts to the side.
"You brought me here? How did you know I was at the theatres?"

I bit back my tongue. My insides churned the way he stared at my face, my body. Does he remember what he said to me last night?

"That's where you met her first time. Walnut Street theatres, isn't it?"

"And how do you know that?"

My tongue struck at his question. How should I tell him that I had read all of her diaries?
Should I tell him about Heer sending me those? But if he hasn't even talked to Heer till now, how should I tell him?

"I— That-"

The right corner of his lips lifted in a playful smirk. "You read her diaries. The diaries I gifted her, didn't you?"

My eyes stare down. Fidgeting nervously with my fingers, I bobbed my head in front of him.

"Heer send you them?"

Gulping the bile formed, I nod once again.
He's going to be angry. He's going to leave me now. I know. He would be disgusted at me. He would hate me now.

"I don't need an explanation from you Aarna. I trust you more than myself. Nor I'm upset with you." I look up at him.

"Sit." He scoots to his side making space for me. Hesitantly, I sit beside him, closely.

"Can I just hold your hand?"
He asks calmly. Our eyes collide.
Smiling a bit, I grasp his palm and hold it under my warmth.
"Only you have the right to hold me like this." He says.