Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔

Chapter 41

Edited by: OneIndianWriter

Kavya's Pov:

'No, it can't be it. How can you love him? He is a ruthless man, how can you love a beast? It's just a short-term crush, or call it infatuation or anything else, but it's not love. It shouldn't be love.'

A voice inside my head kept reciting those words like a mantra to convince me. But I haven't realized it until the moment I said those three words. But the weirdness is the words seem to roll out of my tongue with so much ease and genuineness in them, like it is meant to be said.

I can't fool myself by falsely predicting a short-term crush I have on him as love. The stronghold he has on me is anything but a trespassing crush, the roots have run deep under my heart extending his territory, completely influencing my senses. It is love, like a venom spreading through veins, the effect he has on me has literally taken me under its control. His images are clouding up in my brain protesting me from thinking about anything sane but him.

It can't be an infatuation when my heart clenched as I saw the helplessness in his eyes at the hospital, it can't be just a crush when I threw away every harsh thing he did and accepted his apology right away as I saw the truthfulness in those black pool of eyes, it can't be a joke how much he has smitten me by his mere look. How can I let it go in a stupid name of infatuation? What am I? A horny teenager? The way my heartbeat jet rocketing whenever the corner of his lips tug up at the sight of me, the way his touch sparking fire on my skin, the way my stomach erupting into butterflies whenever our lips meet and the passion I feel to live every day of my life with him is so strong and consuming my sanity though at a corner of my heart I still feel that I could get nothing but hurt out of this.

Come on, whom am I kidding? Parth is not the one to do love, the one thing I learned from the past eight months I spent with him is, Parth could be wildly romantic, sweet and utterly loving, but falling in love, making commitments couldn't even sneak into his brain. Flowers and hearts are big no in his life. From the very start, he is so clear that our relationship shouldn't last long, that we should part our ways one day. And that day is not far away.

I can't stop but shed a lone tear as this phase of my life is almost ending before it even starts. I gripped the walls for support as I looked at the far end of the sky in a shade of orange with a vibrant mixture of dark purple as it is about to say goodbye to the setting sun. I always wonder why people always say the tale of dark sky and the moon. In my eyes,  the sky turning into colors from darkness is the most beautiful view that almost everyone now neglects to praise its beauty. The sun brings life to the earth but when it leaves it wipes away the brightness with it, leaving the earth in darkness.

As I relished in the beauty before me, I felt two strong arms circling around my waist from behind. Needless of words, I know who it is, as he rested his head on my shoulder releasing a long breath which made me realize that I have been holding my breath since the moment his hands made contact with my body. I placed both of my hands on his and drowned deep in my thoughts as we both look at the far end of the sky.

Without words being shared, we just silently enjoyed each other's company. He being near me made me wonder what did I expect to be the result when I admit to myself that I have fallen in love with him? What can I logically expect from him when he comes to know that I secretly love him?

I know, love is not a business,  I can't expect him to love me back just because I am in love with him, I know all that bloody crap. But isn't there a teeny tiny possibility that he likes me more than just as a temporary wife?