𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The cold mornings | chapter seventeen

 ➳ C H A P T E R  S E V E N T E E N
the  cold mornings. 

― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―

Preeta and Karan were furious with Amyra and Ayaan. They were rather pissed at themselves, for leaving the children, without actually loooking after them. After the numerous sorry's and puppy faces by both of them -- Preeta and Karan forgived them. Preeta and Karan sat together as Ayaan and Amyra wanted to sit togther and read the marvel comics together. She had some soft corner for Ayaan, as they both played together and enjoyed as much as possible. Amyra thought of introducing Ayaan to Pallavi when she get back home. Pallavi was in another school and she missed her best friend in this school. Poor thing was, both these children didn't know they were related. Same blood. Same family. And it hurts both Karan and Preeta. Amyra and Ayaan were presently reading the Iron Man comic book and giggling together. Karan looked at them and smiled softly. These both were practically his children -- one was his own daughter and the other, his nephew; he was more like son. He rested his arm around Preeta and she nudged him sharply in his ribs, earning a shriek from Karan. 

"Ow! What was that for, Arora?" He asked, rubbing the sore part, where she had hit him with her strong elbow.

"Who the hell gave you permisson to rest your arm on my shoulders, Luthra?" She asked, reading her book, smirking slighty for the damage she caused. She was rather suprised by herself for hitting him hard in his ribs. It must've been bad -- or else, why would the Luthra heir shriek? She bit her lip from laughing as she watched him, suffering from the hurt. It was rare moments to see Karan like a crybaby and she was trying to enjoy as much as possible, in the meanwhile. Karan turned his head sideways to watch Preeta Arora controlling her laugh and rolled his eyes. It's always been like this from past few years -- or more likely from the high school days. They had been giving each other a tough time from the day they had met. 

They had met in their high school; where Karan Luthra was the most pompous ass in their high school and she was not less than an rebel. They use to hit each other and get into detention for days. One day, it was worse. She slammed his head on the table in detention, when he taunted about her ex. And that day onwards, Karan was scared of Preeta. Preeta got expelled from school fo doing it and she had to take private classes for two years. And, then they had again met in the university and then the bubble bursted. They were toegther; they were the power couple. And then, something triggered -- they were separated. It's destiny -- again meeting each other through rahul -- well he was a huge fanboy of these both; Preeran. And it always suprises Preeta about this whole 'meeting again' fiasco. She was terrified -- she didn't want Amyra to get close to Karan. Yes, Karan is Amyra's father, but he doesn't deserve her. He wasn't there when she needed him. When Amyra needed him. 

And, she was scared because, that's the only excuse left, to put Amyra away from Karan. 

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"Parents and children, these are your room keys. You all must be tired," the headmaster said to all those exhausted parents from the five-hour trip, "take these keys and rest. We'll inform the rest in the morning. Have a good night."

Preeta sighed in relief as the cold metal touch her palm and the luggage behind her, along with a chaueffer. Amyra trailed behind Preeta and they got into an lift and her floor was on sixth. Woah, that's her lucky number. Amyra leaned on Preeta's leg and closed her eyes, sleep corrupting her. Preeta sighed and lift Amyra and placed Amyra on her hips and yawned. Both, mother and daughter were drowsy and they wanted to hit the sack. As they reached their floor and chaueffer put their luggage in the room and she gave him tip and when he left, she closed the door behind and place Amyra on the bed and covered her with the sheets, Preeta went to her suitcase and took out her pajamas. She washed her face and put her loose hair into a bun and wore her pajamas. 

She turned off the light and fell on the bed and covered herself in those soft sheets and drifted off to sleep in few minutes of time. 

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It was four AM, when Preeta found herself waking up, with a buzz beside her. She groaned and cursed the person who texted/called her early in the morning. She yawned and unlocked her Iphone X to find a stupid text from her so-called favourite, Karan freaking Luthra. She huffed and read the text. 

hey, dumbo. i know you're sleeping and shit, but please come outside. and please bring a jacket with you. it's cold. 

- karan. x

She sighed and pushe herself off the bed and wore her peach jacket, she got and her messed up hair into a neat pony and tucked her phone into her  pocket and placed a small kiss on Amyra's forehead. She slowly closed the door behind, keys jingling in the pocket. She turned her head sideways to find Karan admiring the nature outside the window. He looked peaceful and relaxed after a long time and this brought a smile towards Preeta's frowned lips. 

"Done, staring?" 

She shook her head. He's still same and how can she forget that. It's Karan Luthra we're talking about. The Karan Luthra, duh. 

"Why did you call me outside, Karan? At this time? Tell me, How could I leave Amyra alone--" He silenced her, placing his palm on her mouth and she bit him. 

"Ow, Arora. I hate you," he said, looking at her with anger taking him over and the relaxed features going away. 

"Feeling's mutual, Luthra." She simply shrugged, rubbing her hands together for the warmth, "hey, what if someone enters into the room?" 

"Arora, relax. This motel only gives one room key for every room and there's only access by the fingerprint of their respective room owner and it has high security, so -- don't worry. If this isn't the case, I wouldn't have left Ayaan alone, right?" Karan said, suprising Preeta and she gave him a big thumbs up, while moving forward. 

"Smart, Luthra." She said and he smirked at her, throwing his arms around his shoulders and before she could again hit him, he removed his arm and moved the other side, earning a glare from devil itself. 

"I know," he grinned and she shook her head and laughed with him. He placed his arm around her shoulders and she didn't object. They moved forward, their bodies touching so close, sending warmth to each other. 

And . . . that cold morning started to be more warm, than ever. 

― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―

a u t h o r s  n o t e 

kalachasmas. 

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