A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-59 [Gift]

MYRA'S POV

I let out a shaky breath, the back of my ears still felt hot as I played those same words in my mind for the third time.

"Try me.." said never with more seriousness and confidence..

I refused though, how could I not when in reality he had me melted at the first apology and I was being angry, well, just for the sake of it?

The heart in my chest beated a little too loud, the redness on my cheeks was redder than when I applied the blush.

It was like every emotion, feeling, sensation ran in my body at a double sensation.

My skin felt smoking hot though a soft and cool breeze was tickling every inch of me without a pause, since we were in the garden.

Standing under a tomb-like roof of this glamorous structure made out of gleaming white marble, to be more precise.

From the round ground beneath our feet, to the pillars supporting the roof, everything was spotless. Little flower pots hung low from the roof, filling the gap between the pillars.

Everything was perfect except that the power went out and even the generator inverter took its last breath, leaving a dark house to us; but even in this dark, there was something about the night that made it glow.

Maybe a kind of sweetness dissolved in the air or maybe the moon was brighter or maybe it was neither but the man in front of me who was lighting up various candles around us.

We had already lit up a lamp in Vikram bhaiya's room who was sleeping. Due to the heavy dose of medicines, he usually went to bed early.

Owing to the festival, most of the helpers went home and the ones who were staying the night were in their quarters since we didn't call them.

The whole house had come alive from the candles, the golden glow casted in every corner mixed with shimmer of the moonlight created a mesmerizing scene, directly out of dreams.

It made me a little grateful for the off power supply.

I looked down at the star of the night, the holy plate, as I counted for the nth number if I had kept all the stuff Mrs. Kapoor asked me to.

My mind once again revised the steps to follow during the reverence (pooja).

"All done." Siddharth looked back at me, before taking a few steps forward.

Looking around at the arrangement of the candles, "This is enough right?" He asked.

"Yeah." I answered without looking at the candles, since my eyes refused to leave him. The pull in those amber drops was magnetic and something in me felt like iron.

"You look beautiful."

"Huh?" The look on his face, I grinned, man was totally taken aback by my words.

Three words and his cheeks were at least four shades brighter.

"The candle's glow," I said, my voice dropping a few decibels. "it makes you," Something inside my chest fluttered, so much so that it took me a second to complete my sentence. "beautiful, yea..beautiful."

"I.." Siddharth's eyelids flickered, brows frowned, like he still couldn't digest the words.

How could it be hard, he saw the mirror daily, didn't he?