through my eyes | ✎

His gaze is intense but observing, like he's searching for something from me that I don't have. It's unbearable.

The hold on my wrist hasn't loosened, "Why." He whispered, it's more of a request than a command. I don't know what he's referring to so I let go. What could it be that he was demanding? My word, that I didn't keep like I said I would. Or his that he failed to veil.

"What. Do. You. Want." I push him with every word, until his head's dangerously close to a lamppost. He doesn't flinch or make any reaction to my shove, just watches me carefully.

"Answers." He stares down at me from his height, the pad of his thumb is used to raise my chin up so I'm forced to look at him. Our eyes lock. "Why did you tell them?"

"Fine. You want answers? Ashley nearly got you killed, Ayaan. And you don't seem to care if you're seeing her again." His name is withdrawn from my mouth as if I've spoken a foreign language for the first time. I couldn't have shut my mouth like I usually do? I've said too much, now it seems like I sympathize with him.

"And why the fuck does that matter to you now?" He breathes. Does he think that I didn't care before?

"I don't want my best friend to lose her brother." I answer as honestly as I could. That part of it was true.

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She doesn't know what's going on in her head. What's caused it or why. But she's determined to find out.

He's stuck pleasing his father for the rest of his life and his only way out of it was to get married to his rival. Her. They both agree on one condition. That it's a temporary contract.

Two individuals, shattered in so many ways that only they could mend. Will they be able to make it work?