NEVER FORGET YOU | 2

Chapter Eleven

C H A P T E R - E L E V E N

I'm gonna need you to love me a little harder sometimes. Most days, I'll act like I'm just fine. I'll paint my smile across my face and wear it proudly. I'll laugh loudly like I've never tasted sadness in my life. But other days, I will not be so strong. I will not walk boldly into the room, I will collapse into it. My vision of life will be clouded by darkness, and I will make my walls extra thick in hopes that you don't notice. Please, notice. And when you do, pull me close. Hold me until we're both too warm for anything else to matter. Let me breathe you in. Tell me that you love me, don't stop until I respond, and then tell me again. I know this could be inconvenient for you, and I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a bother, but sometimes I need to be told that I'm worth it.

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Have you ever wanted to break silence without making a sound? Unveil your soul without being known? I want... I have no fucking clue but I want it desperately. My mind tonight is like a cramped void. Is there a word that could describe this feeling? And if there wasn’t would that make this feeling any less real?

Everything is just so messed up around me including myself. Every part of my body is aching and itchy. And these stupid cramps were cherry on the top.

Stupid periods. It has to come today only, when I am at my worse? And on top of that is this stupid boy I'm bound to live with for whole three months. It's only first day and I'm regretting it, to accept his proposal to live with him. How these three months are going to pass, I have no idea.

I just can't stand this guy.

I hate him.

I seriously hate him with every fibre of my body. What does he think of himself? How dare me manhandled me? And how dare he talked to me like that? Was he trying to scare me off? And even if he is, does he think I'm going to get scared of him?

Huh. Bloody hell. I am going to show him one day for sure, what can I do.

He should know, who am I... And, he should not mess with me...

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It was around three hours before...

I should probably go inside. I told myself in the most convincing tone I can make.

'Yes... You can do this Kavya. Don't be a coward. And why are you getting scared anyways? He's not going to eat you alive.' I tried to convince myself, again.

Or maybe he will... That bitch of my mind murmured, scared.

Shut. Up... I shut myself annoyingly.

Taking deep breaths, and trying to make almost non existing sound, I tip toed inside the house. I even made sure to remove my heels to avoid the clicking noise of them.

When I walked through the big double doors, inside the main hall totally unorganised with my heels in one hand, my cellphone in another, and my handbag clutched awkwardly under my arms, I saw Amaan's back facing me. He was still in his work clothes from earlier. But his dress jacket was lying carelessly on the sofa along with his tie. His sleeves rolled up and his back tensed. He was typing something furiously on his cellphone and then he put his phone beside his one side of ear, probably calling someone. And the second later my phone started vibrating loudly in the complete silence of the house.

It almost made me jump on my place because of the sudden vibration in my hand resulting me to drop my handbag and heels which I was holding on the floor.

Amaan's head snapped back to my direction with his eyes burning red and his phone still clutched tightly in his hold as he pinned me with his penetrating gaze.