Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter 39

Riya's POV
I simply nodded my head, knowing very well how capable he is of doing unpredictable things. He then let go of my waist and hand, commanding me to pack my things. Before leaving, he told me that he would take his laptop from his car and that I should be done packing by the time he returned.
As soon as he left the apartment, the first thing I did was grab some clothes and rush to the bathroom to wash off the lingering hospital smell. I left the main door open because I knew he would be back soon, and if I didn't hear his knock, he would definitely break the door—and I'd have to pay for it.
I took a quick shower, washing my hair thoroughly, and just as I was rinsing off, I heard a knock on the door.
"Are you in the bathroom?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Please, would you mind giving me ten minutes? I'll be out soon and start packing."
After finishing my shower, I stepped out, fully dressed, with my wet hair dripping over my shoulder and back. He was sitting on the couch, busy with his laptop. As soon as his eyes landed on me, his expression changed. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just looking at me weirdly. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time or as if I'd done something unusual.
He kept staring at me, his intense gaze making me freeze in place. His eyes held me captive, and before I could react, he put his laptop aside and started walking toward me. My heartbeat raced like crazy—I felt like I might have a heart attack any second.
As he came closer, fear took over, and I instinctively closed my eyes. I could feel him near me, but I didn’t dare to face him. What had I done now? I was fully dressed, so why was he coming so close? God knows.
I was about to open my eyes when, out of nowhere, he grabbed me, bent me down, and started kissing me.
Why, God? Why?
Why does he always do this to me? He has a girlfriend, a perfect life, and yet he's such a pervert. I struggled to push him away, but he held my hands tightly and kept kissing me. I was breathless, but he just wouldn’t let go.
This man—what is he even doing?
When he finally let me go, I barely had a moment to breathe before he pinned me against the wall and started kissing me again. His grip was strong—was he made of iron or what?
Why is he doing this to me?
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Agastya's POV
The minute she fainted, I was scared. I don’t know why, but the fear of losing her overwhelmed me—and the reason was me. It was my fault she wasn’t having her lunch on time. The thought of her having lunch with Ankit made me so angry that I didn’t want her to go at all. I thought, So what if she has lunch a little late? Nothing will happen. But when she fainted, I panicked. I was terrified, as if the fear of losing my parents had resurfaced—only now it was about her.
I carried her to the hospital while the entire office stared at me, but I didn’t care. She is my wife, and I have every right to look after her. When the doctor informed me she was fine, that it was just her blood sugar and blood pressure, I felt relieved—but also guilty. Why didn’t I know these things about her? She isn’t thin, but not fat either—she has the perfect body, with curves any woman would envy. She’s beautiful and sexy at the same time. I’ve lost control of my thoughts countless times just looking at her.
When I returned from New York and found out that she was no longer living there, I lost it. In New York, I was on a business trip, but every time I was alone, she was the only thing on my mind. The only thing keeping me sane was the thought that once I returned to Paris, I would see her. But when she wasn’t there, I lost it. I called her, but she didn’t answer. I called my grandparents, hoping they had talked to her. Without informing them that she had left, I asked them about her, and they told me they had spoken to her. They even asked if I was treating her well.
When Celine informed me that she had left with that so-called friend of hers, I wanted to find her immediately and kill him. But first, I had to complete the transition of acquiring the Paris company. The launch party was the next day—after that, I would deal with her.
So, when I saw her at the launch party, I wanted to drag her away and ask why she had left home without informing me. But Tanya was there, and so was the media. I tried to distract myself, but she was everywhere, wearing that dress that accentuated her curves. I didn’t want any man thinking they had a chance with her. Especially when she was dancing—I didn’t want anyone else to see her like that. Only me.
But when she fell into the pool—God, for a minute, I thought I had lost her. Without thinking, I jumped in, scooped her into my arms, and carried her out. Her dress had become more transparent as it was wet. I wasted no time covering her with my jacket. That so-called friend of hers was there again, but I didn’t want to waste any more time. I didn’t want people seeing her like that. So I carried her, told Tanya to wait, and took her to one of the hotel rooms already booked in my name.
I was so mad at her that in my anger, instead of longing for her after seeing her after so long, I started shouting. My anger took complete control of me. Then she rushed away from there. I followed her—she wasn’t dressed appropriately—but her so-called friend was there again to console her.
And now, today, again, her so-called friend Ankit. God, I hate that man. I’ve seen the way he looks at her—like he’s in love with her. And when he hugged her, I had to restrain myself, or I would have beaten him to death.
When I returned after grabbing my laptop, I knew she would take at least an hour to pack her things. I don’t know why, but I wanted to be alone with her—somewhere no one could distract us. As soon as I entered her tiny apartment, I couldn’t find her. Then I heard the sound of running water. She was in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and asked if she was there, and she said yes. I felt relieved.
Ten minutes later, she stepped out, wearing jeans and a fully covered black top. Her hair was wet, with droplets of water falling from it. Her lips were red, and her nose had a slight blush. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As usual, I started walking toward her. She closed her eyes, like she was afraid of something, and I could hear her heartbeat. That was it—I couldn’t resist her anymore.
I started kissing her feverishly. She tried to protest, but I pinned her arms and leaned in, devouring her lips. When I felt she couldn’t breathe, I let her go. As soon as she came to her senses, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her again. I didn’t want to scare her, but every time I’m near her, I can’t control myself. I don’t want her away from me anymore. I can’t lose her.
I think I have feelings for her—I can’t deny it any longer. And to make her feel something for me, she has to live with me, 24/7. While kissing her, one of my hands slid to her waist, and the other cradled her head. My tongue explored her mouth, and she tasted divine. God, she will be the death of me.