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When his laughter finally dissolved into something quieter, Avyay gave her one last glance, making sure the duvet hugged her snugly. With the lights dimmed and the air softened to a gentler one, he turned to leave. But before his foot could step away, a soft tug halted him. A delicate grasp circled around his index finger.
It was her, of course.
His eyes darted back, catching the flutter of her lashes against her cheeks, her lips parting to mumble in some alien language only she could understand. Yet what struck him most wasn't the sound, but the sight of her fingers curled possessively around his single one. A hold so small, yet it tugged at places inside him.
"So desperate to leave me, Mr.?" Finally, some words came out of her mouth that actually made sense, pulling one of his brows up in perfect arc.
"Well... it would be my loss if I do so," he smirked, his voice deliberately low, already eager to hear what reply her lips would spill next. The kind of reply that drove him crazier about her every second.
"It's obvious... because there's another fact which is obvious," Akshita murmured in her half-sleep, her tone carrying a strange depth and intensity. His heart faltered for a beat, unsure if he was hallucinating her voice or not.
And then she continued,
"Your obsession with your wife."
The smirk stretched even wider across his lips, but it wasn't just a smirk anymore. It was amusement, astonishment, and something dangerous sparking in his eyes. Her word were like a confession even he never dared to make himself, yet hearing it from her mouth felt intoxicating.
His gaze on her became imperishable, locked with a depth even he couldn't decipher. With a hand that trembled, he brushed his fingers through her hair one last time, letting the strands slip away like flower petals scattered on her face, blocking his sight.
A sigh escaped him, heavy with everything unsaid. And then, with steps slow steps, he turned away as the door closed behind him with a soft click.
He walked up to the drawing room where Edward was already waiting, his face composed, a few files neatly stacked on the table beside him.
"Sir, I'm done with these, corrected the mistakes as well," Edward informed. Avyay gave him a subtle, approving nod before slumping onto the rotating chair, folding his sleeves up to his elbows with a practiced ease.
"Good," he said, his eyes scanning through the papers once again with quiet precision. "And thank you. Now, you should go and take rest, it's already past eleven." His tone was firm yet considerate, carrying both authority and care in equal measure.
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Storie d'amore'Marriage' The word itself makes me want to run away. It is an ultimate societal expectation, a commitment for lifetime. But for me, it's a suffocating institution, stifling individuality, and freedom. Two people bound together by law and expectatio...
