Terrorized By Love [ON HOLD]

Chapter 18: The Losing Game

Mahima didn't know what hit her. Aditya's hand was in hers and he confessed that she was only his. It was so overwhelming that she fell to the ground on her knees, still holding his hand, and broke down into tears.

Both Aditya and Laksh looked at her with alarmed expressions. She just brought Aditya's hand to her lips and kissed it, her tears falling onto his fingers.

Then she couldn't stop. She kissed his knuckles again and again, her heart aching so sweetly, that she couldn't even begin to understand what was happening.

"Stop it," Aditya hissed and pulled his hand away from her grip.

Aditya then stormed inside while Laksh smiled.

"I'll take over for a bit. You go in and talk to him," Laksh told her.

Mahima nodded and smiled through her tears at the other man.

"Thank you so much Laksh. Thank you. I can't even begin to tell you how thankful I am," Mahima said gratefully.

"It's okay. You go in and pacify him now," Laksh told her.

With a final nod, Mahima went inside the cabin and joined Aditya in their bedroom. He was pacing back and forth, looking disturbed.

"It's okay. You can love me. I won't kill you if you love me," she teased.

Aditya glared at her.

"Get out," he ordered. "Go back to Laksh. You were all over him just now anyways."

Mahima approached him and looked up into his eyes.

"I don't know how to tell you this Dev, but... it's you," she confessed. "It's only you. I love you."

When she said that she loved him, she knew it was true. There was no doubt, no question in her mind this time.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from me?" he hissed. "I don't love you."

"Then what about what you said outside?" she asked him softly. "Why did you say I am yours?"

Aditya turned around, looking away from her, trying very hard to ignore her. She walked around him and looked into his eyes.

"Leave me alone," he told her darkly.

"No. I don't want to," she replied.

"Don't be so irritating," he hissed.

"I love you though," she said and then she smiled brightly. "I love you."

It was like she couldn't get enough of saying it.

"You don't know who I am," he told her darkly. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"That doesn't change what I feel," she told him softly, looking into his eyes... they were the eyes of her hero.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and picked up his gun, pointing it directly at her chest.

"How can you trust me to not pull this trigger?" he asked her, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

She looked at him with her flushed cheeks, with a glow on her face from being in love, and a smile so serene that he was afraid to let it drop.

"You saved me. I know that you can't ever kill me," she answered him with so much confidence, not knowing how wrong she was.

He lowered the gun and looked into her eyes, despising himself for having to break this confidence.

He hadn't brought her here to protect her, but rather he kidnapped her to kill her. She didn't know this truth. If he surrendered to his feelings, he would have to crush her hopes.

If Mahendra ever found out that he had fallen in love with her, it would be the end of them both.

This was a dangerous game.

"I am very much capable of killing you," Aditya hissed. "Why don't you understand? I'm not joking when I say that."

She continued to smile at him, enamoured.

"Why don't you understand?" she asked him. "I'm not joking either when I say that I love you."

"Your heart's going to get crushed," he hissed. "This isn't a joke."

"I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I know that today I love you and you love me. So why can't we be together today without fearing what tomorrow brings?" she asked him softly.

The gun slipped from Aditya's hands and it fell to the floor with a thud. Then shocking even himself, he wrapped his arms around her slim frame, and held her close to him. She melted in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around him too, her tears falling onto his shirt.

"You're playing a very dangerous game," he whispered to her. "It's a losing game... you don't even know who you're playing against."

"I don't care if I win or lose... as long as you're with me," she murmured.

How was he to tell her that he was not on her side, but rather he was playing against her?

He was her enemy disguised as her lover, and perhaps this truth would tear her apart.