Ishq hua (Duet 1)

Chapter 19: The fragrance of deception

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Aira:

The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, its golden hues warming my face and pulling me reluctantly from sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, and I blinked against the brightness, expecting to find the familiar calm of my room. But the moment my gaze focused, my breath hitched in my throat.

Flowers. Everywhere.

The room was a mess of fragrances - roses, lilies, peonies, and wildflowers I couldn't even name, their vibrant petals spilling from vases, baskets, and even laid in careless heaps across the floor.

Any other person would have smiled dreamily at the scene in front of me, twirled and played with the flowers, trying them on their hairs and looked in the mirror but unlike other's dream, it was a nightmare for me.

The overwhelming scent clawed at my senses, a cloying sweetness that turned suffocating within seconds.

My chest tightened.

It wasn't just the sheer excess of it all, it was the realization of who could have orchestrated this.

Him.

Did he not know I am allergic to flowers.

I stumbled out of bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. He hated me as much as I hated him - this, whatever it was, couldn't be an act of affection.

No, it was calculated. A deliberate move in a game I had no control over.

He did this intentionally because he knows of my allergy.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "Why would he..."

Fuck, I don't want to die just yet.

A sudden itch prickled at my throat. I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against my neck as the familiar burn of an allergic reaction began to take hold. My breath grew shallow, my head spinning as the sweet, choking scent of the flowers wrapped itself around me like a noose.

I couldn't even bring myself to speak a single word, my heart pounding in my chest at the terrifying realisation that I could die just like that.

I stumbled backward, my legs weak beneath me, and clutched at the doorframe for support. My vision blurred, the edges darkening.

And then I fell.

When I awoke, the world felt distant and muted, as though I were trapped beneath a layer of fog. My body felt heavy, my limbs weighted down by an invisible force. Somewhere in the haze, I heard voices - low and urgent, but too far away to make out.