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"I don't care i...
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room and stirring me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and it took me a moment to realize where I was—wrapped securely in Abhimanyu's embrace. His arm was draped over my waist, his hand resting lightly against my stomach as if protecting me even in his sleep.
I turned my head slightly, and my gaze landed on his face. He looked so peaceful, so unguarded, with the faintest hint of a frown smoothed away in his slumber.
His dark lashes cast shadows over his sharp cheekbones, and his slightly parted lips made him seem... softer. The man who was always so commanding, so dangerous, now seemed almost vulnerable.
But as I stared at him, the events of last night came rushing back like a storm—the abandoned mansion, the terrifying figures, the blood, the room that seemed to vanish.
My chest tightened as I remembered the fear that had gripped me, the crimson smeared on my hand, and the hundreds of haunting paintings on the walls.
And yet, here I was, in his arms, feeling an odd sense of safety I hadn’t expected. It was confusing, unsettling even. I didn’t know what to make of this growing pull toward him, this sense of comfort that was slowly seeping into my heart.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, as my thoughts began to spiral. What was I doing?
This was supposed to be fake—a convenient arrangement born out of necessity, not love. There wasn’t supposed to be room for feelings, for this kind of intimacy. And yet, every time he looked at me, touched me, I felt my walls begin to crack.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my thoughts.
This isn’t real. It can’t be.
I reminded myself of why we were doing this in the first place—to protect our reputations, to distract from scandals. None of it had anything to do with genuine emotions.
