𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The papers | chapter twenty-four

➳ C H A P T E R  T W E N T Y - F O U R
the papers.

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It was exactly six AM when Preeta felt, something, or, someone moving beside her. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled softly at the injured baby beside her. She doesn't have a slight idea how she ended up in this small bed beside him. He just looks so intimidating and always bossing around people – but, he's such a soft roll inside. He's vulnerability, his insecurities and his anxiety takes up on him all over and he had been suffering himself all on his own in these seven years and she felt guilty. Somewhere, inside, something crunched. She felt like crushed. He was alone. Like, alone. And no one were there to pull him into embrace, tell him that it was okay, he was not at the fault and everything will be okay. She had her people around her.

She just stared at him with so much of adoration. He had gone a lot – just like her, but, there were someone beside me. Who held her hand, who told her its okay, who told her they were lucky to have a daughter like her and all; but Karan had none. He was just thrown into dark abyss. She looked at his peaceful face – which had the most beautiful features. His lashes were dark and thick, draping the small part of skin underneath the eyes. His snub-nose was rather a bit of crimson – with a bandage on it. His dimples would always make her go weak in her knees and he had always made sure to tease her with that. His pink, plump lips were slightly parted, taking medium breaths in and out. His chest moving up and down, rhythmically and a protective arm draped around her waist, tightly. She felt safe. Mostly – she felt home.

She placed a lingering kiss on his forehead and this sudden affection woke Karan up. He opened his eyes, looked around. In a swift move, his eyes were towards his girlfriend – it felt so foreign and honored to call her his girlfriend. She was his. When his eyes found hers, he couldn't help, but see something which made him crazy. Her eyes were tired, exhausted and mostly beautiful. The mustard honey color in between the black color of her eyes was definitely a sight to watch and he would kill to watch her like this every morning. Everything about her made his hairs on the skin go up and pupils dilate. She was just lying on the bed – a plain, cotton polyester white sheets were around her. She was in her kurthi, her hair messed up; all around the pillow and few strands on her forehead. And that's it. She looked like Goddess. She was an ethereal princess. And not to mention – she was his.

And the moment, she smiled at him – realizing he was thinking something or checking out her – he felt his heart would burst out of his ribcage. She was beautiful; and he would do anything to protect her and this moment.

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"Where were you last night?" Karan asked her while digging into his not-so-favorite soup.

Preeta shrugged, while reading her favorite Vogue Magazine in her hands. "I went to Rahul,"

Karan gave her a pointed look, before throwing the orange beside him. "Why?"

She swiftly caught the orange, before it could hit her arm and averted her position towards Karan. "You seriously can't be jealous of Rahul can you? He's like my brother for God's sake!" Karan shrugged, while Preeta throws her hands up in exasperation. "I was only gone for half an hour, Karan. You remember the hotel rules, right? The lock will be opened through the owner's fingerprint or proof. He called me—asking me to come and help his distress ass!"

Karan laughed, whilst Preeta continued to rummage the Magazine's papers. Out of nowhere, Karan's mind flashed few memories of his rival, Manjdeer. The issue with his rival is still not solved and he knew somewhere he is planning to kill him and his lover.