My Perfect Life follows Alia Mehra, a 22-year-old dreamer who longs for her Prince Charming and a flawless life amidst the challenges and dangers that stand in her way. Alia, a quintessential romantic, immerses herself in fairy-tales and romance nov...
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Ayaan's POV
What the fuck did I do? I hurt her and that too very badly. How could I forget that she has been through a lot in the past and what did I do, I shouted on her. But in my defence, I didn't know that the food was made by her and not by the cook. But I shouldn't have shouted in front of her. Just last night she got a panic attack. What if because of my shouting and yelling, her panic attack triggers? No, no, I will apologize to her and if she wants to punish me, I will accept it, too.
With these thoughts in my mind, I sprinted towards the kitchen where she ran off to see her trying to cook something hastily while crying uncontrollably. I could hear her hiccups from the place where I was standing near the gate of the kitchen.
I walked towards her and tried to talk to her. "Hey, listen I am so sorry. I didn't know it was made by you," I apologized but she didn't react. Now, what should I do? I thought in my mind trying to think of something which will make her stop crying. Then I got an idea.
"Actually, I was just trying to prank you. But in reality, I love those food items. Really," I said pinching on my throat. I know, very childish, but at that time I just wanted her to stop crying as it was paining me seeing her getting hurt and crying because of me.
Seeing me like that, she started giggling. I knew I was making fun of myself and if anyone except her would have seen me behaving so caring and sweet, they would also have made fun of me. But to be honest, I would have done anything if that meant that she would stop crying and start giggling. Her laughter was so melodious that I couldn't help but laugh with her.
I didn't even remember when was the last time I even smiled for someone other than Ms. Meera, laughing with someone seemed delusional to me. But with her, it seemed so natural, like I have been doing it for a long, long time.
Heck, I even slept with her on the same bed, hugging her which I have never done except for the time when I was too drunk to notice or in the past with her only. But I just wanted to be with her every second.
I even lied to her in the morning when I told her that it was because of her that I slept with her on the same bed. But truth to be told, I just wanted to see what it felt like to sleep with someone like her. But I am never going to tell her the truth, or else she would think of me as a pervert.
My thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Meera as she came inside the kitchen. "Alia, I am so sorry on behalf of Ayaan," Ms. Meera apologized.
"It's ok Meera Ji, I overreacted. I can't get afraid because of small things. I can't always live-in terror of someone," she whispered. She was right. But her words hurt me thinking about how Raj and Ishika treated her. I still didn't know the whole truth but I knew it wasn't really a princess treatment, which is what she actually deserves.
