Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 37

Waking up, I found myself wrapped in Sultan's arms. I carefully extricated myself and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower. Emerging refreshed, I slipped into a comfortable shirt from my closet. When I turned to leave, I caught Sultan stirring in bed – he was already watching me. "You need to leave now," I said, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"Are you kicking me out?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"Leave," I repeated firmly.

"Milani, I know you're angry, but don't ask me to leave," he said, his voice laced with desperation.

"Get out of my house!" I bellowed, my anger surging. Suddenly, a searing pain sliced through my abdomen, and I doubled over, wincing in agony. "Ah!" I cried out, clutching my stomach desperately.

"Milani, careful," he said, standing up, naked with his penis on display and in that moment, my pain seemed to vanish.

"Get dressed and get out of my house." I said and he grabbed his boxers and put it on.

"Milani, I—" He hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"I won't repeat myself," I warned, my voice firm. Then He began gathering his clothes from the floor, and despite the ache in my chest from asking him to leave, I stood firm. He needed to understand the gravity of his mistake; I wasn't a plaything for his convenience.

"Milani listen to-"

"Leave!" I cut him off again, a tear streaming down my face.

"Will you listen to me for once?"

"Listen to you?" I sneered, closing the distance between us. "What's left to say? The same old lies?" I slammed my fist into his chest, but he swiftly grasped my wrists. "Let go, son of a bitch!" I snarled, yanking my hands free. My gaze burned with disgust.

"Let me explain," he pleaded.

"Explain what? Go ahead, I'm all ears. Another fabrication, perhaps?" My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"MILANI!" he called out, taking a step closer, but I retreated, my eyes blazing.

"You're a liar, Sultan. A master of deceit. Why do you lie to me? You promised I was different, that I'd mean something to you. But you're no different with me than with all the others. Lies, disrespect... why?" My voice cracked as I sniffled, tears streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry, Milani. I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes overflowing with guilt.

"Sultan, I'm not your plaything," I said, my voice shaking with each word. "I don't know why you do this, but stop. I don't deserve the pain you're causing me. I don't deserve it, so stop." I sobbed, exhausted from the anguish he'd put me through.

"Milani," he called and pulled me into him.

"Let me go!" I struggled against his hold, but his arms only tightened. Defeated, I surrendered to my emotions and sobbed into his chest.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress. His grip loosened, and I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Milani, I know I might seem like a jerk, probably am – but trust me, I never meant to hurt you," he said softly. "When I said you're special, different, I meant every word. You mean a lot to me, Lani. Believe me." His words were a tender plea, but my heart still ached.

"Then why?" I whispered, searching for answers. He shrugged, and his expression was helpless.

"I don't know... I'm just confused," he admitted, his eyes sincere. "But I do know you're special, and I mean it." For the first time, I saw genuine confusion and honesty in Sultan's eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you; I'm trying to navigate this," he said, his gaze locked on mine. Then, he pulled me into a tight hug. This time, I didn't resist, instead, I let his warmth envelop me, feeling speechless.

Just as suddenly, Bella burst into the room, breaking our embrace. "Breakfast is ready!" she announced, her cheerful voice jolting us back to reality. I felt a rush of shyness, avoiding Bella's gaze. "What's the holdup, guys? Let's go!" she chimed, oblivious to the tension. I couldn't help but smile, suspecting she was the one who'd let Sultan into my room the night before.