Ishq hua (Duet 1)

Chapter 26: His saviour

Arsh:

The silence in my home filled with the only people I love and care about was suffocating.

She was not here.

A part of soul - one without whom I couldn't even eat my food these days to feel full.

I told myself I liked it this way.

No unnecessary distractions. No chaos. No my wife. No Aira.

Just like before she fucking barged into my life, with eyes like they could drown the whole galaxy in them, smile so pretty that it can make every man in existence kneel for a glimpse of it and voice so soothing that I feel like my heart might skip a beat if I don't hear it.

It had been three days since I'd stepped away from her - three days since I'd made the conscious decision to create distance. To remind myself of who I was before she became a permanent thorn under my skin.

And yet, here I was.

Standing in my study.

Still thinking about her.

The curve of her lips when she fought back. The fire in her eyes when she refused to bend. The way her voice turned soft when she talked to someone who wasn't me.

And so I denied everyone from speaking to her.

I scowled and downed the rest of my whiskey, the burn crawling down my throat like an accusation.

It was the right decision.

Staying away. Giving myself space.

Because she was nothing but a distraction. A mistake I refused to make again.

Kyu wo aadat banti ja rhi hai.

(Becuase she is becoming my habit)

I had work. A life that didn't revolve around her.

I was perfectly fine without her.

So why the hell did my body still react to her thoughts?

It could be physical.

But why the hell my heart fucking stops beating at the thought of letting her go.

Aira.

I don't think she remembers the first time we met.

And I absolutely know she won't appreciate it if she gets to know.

Phli nazar me dil ko alag ehsaas se rang diya tha unhone.

Phli nazar wali mohabbat ka to pata nhi, par pahli nazar me ibadat ban jane wali aankhein hai unki.

If it weren't for her blood belonging to the Agnihotris, she would have never been the target of my rage.

And I mean it.

But that was far from our reality.

Because not matter how much I wished it weren't true, how matter I hoped for it to be a lie - she was a fucking Agnihotri - the daughter of my enemy.

I closed my eyes, and the memory hit me like a wave.

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Flashback:

London

Blood dripped onto the cold pavement.

I barely felt it.

I had been trained to withstand pain, to fight off the pain even if my body begged to be relieved. But that night - that night had been a mistake.

I had underestimated them.