"Do you honestly need to go, Evan? I'll be so bored here all alone! Everyone always abandons me . "

I huffed, knowing full well how juvenile and whiny I was being.

I was, in all honesty, being left behind alone. Evan had an orientation program that he had to attend before starting work, Ella had a writer's convention happening in Ireland, and Vidyut had a meeting in, of all the places, Las Vegas , for which he was leaving in an hour.

I wanted to go with him, and he had begged me to come, but I had work. I had to remind myself that I was not being stupid, and that I was a strong, independent woman who put her work before her jealousy.

"Sweet sweet sister. You are being slightly irrational. Since when did you develop these intense feelings of abandonment?"

His smile faltered as soon as he heard the question that he himself had asked. He looked at me with a hesitant expression as he tried to read how deep the question had hit me.
He, like me, was thinking about the same guy. The one who walked away from me and never looked back. The guy who broke my heart in my most vulnerable state.
Jaden , the motherfucker.

"Uhh.. Besides, you have Padfoot to give you company." He changed the topic smoothly.

Just then, the puppy bounded into the room, with an over excited bark.

With some difficulty, I let it slide.

I had the most handsome and caring man on planet Earth to spend my life with. I didnt care one bit about my past.

Speaking of whom.

I walked into the room that Vidyut and I shared, only to watch him whirl around, packing his bag.

I sat down on the bed, trying not to get turned on by his powerful appeal, and trying to maintain my whining.

"Don't go, Dyu."

I begged.

He simply smiled softly, walking upto me and placing a light peck on my lips and getting on with his packing.

With each piece of clothing he fetched, I begged him to stay, and with each of my begs he kissed me lightly.

I had no idea why I was so desperate to make him stay. I felt like something was going to happen.

Evan knocked softly on the door.

"Hey kiddo. I'm leaving. Ill be back in three days, okay? Oh, also, I'll drop Ella to the station as well."

To my intense embarrassment, I felt my eyes fill with desperate tears. Evan's smirk changed to a look of concern, as he hurried across the room to pull me into a tight embrace.

"Three days, gorgeous. I'll be back soon!"

"Go already, Evan. Don't make me cry any more. "

He burst out laughing, and with a final kiss on my forehead, he and Ella made to leave. Ella looked gorgeously radiant, and I felt like I knew why. I smiled at her, and she hugged me tightly, before they both left.

Turning around, I spotted Vidyut with a concerned expression.

"You okay, love? "

"Uhh yes. Go go, Dyu. I'm just acting weird today."

I knew honestly how much he wanted to stay back, but I also knew just how important his empire was to him. I wasn't going to make him miss an important deal because I was afraid of some weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He zipped up his suitcase, before straightening his suit, while I tried not to mewl like a weak little kitten.

He stalked up to me, before cupping my face and kissing me with that wild passion that I associated with everything that he did.

I savoured the burning fire that was him, and the inferno that came alive Everytime we touched.

I fought to hold down the tears and some other increasingly uncomfortable feeling as I watched him climb into the elevator.

I ran to the balcony, waving to him as he got into the cab. It was raining heavily, an ominous tinge to the sky. Just as the car was turning around the corner, I finally placed what my discomfort was, and ran back into the house.

I retched out the contents of my stomach for a good five minutes.

I felt a warm hand on my forehead, and another on the small of my back. Even as I shook violently, it was that warmth that allowed me to continue standing.

My world was turning violently around me. The tears were falling freely from my eyes, as my shaking hands slowly made their way to my stomach. No.

"Oh." A deep voice whispered from next to me.

He was sopping wet, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes hugging his body tightly. He looked beautiful, but it was the concern in his eyes that took my breath away. There was some finalty, some confirmation in those eyes.

I don't know how long we continued standing there, until he pulled me hard onto his chest, cradling my head and whispering soothing words.

He knew of my past. It was the wetness in his eyes as I recounted my past all those days ago, that made me fall completely in love with him.

The anger in him as I talked about Jaden's desertion - about how he walked out my life after the day I lost my baby proved just how much he loved me.

Just a couple of months ago, the thought of that night had gotten me shivering. But now it seemed like a bad nightmare, and nothing else. A part of me still gave up functioning, thinking about my unborn baby- murdered by a monster and another part of me hurt thinking about how Jaden left me without a word, after all his promises to stay by me forever. He was a coward, and he walked away when he got to know that actual harm was involved in the deal. It was the utter lack of an explanation that had destroyed me.

When I lay in the hospital, it was Evan who had flown across the oceans to hold me as I fell apart. Even before my parents came, it was him. It was always him. He had still not forgotten the promise he gave my mom as a two year old, about protecting me from all harm.

Out of habit, I looked down at my wrist and at the tiny stanza in Hindi. I had gotten myself inked as soon as I could walk, and the tears that fell while I got the tattoo had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with heartbreak.

अँधेरी रातों में
दर्द भरी जज्बातों में
तू न रहा तोह अब
खौफ से ही इबादत हैं।

(Andheri raaton mein
Dard bhari jazbaaton mein
Tu na raha toh ab
Khauf se hi ibaadat hain)

'On all those dark nights
And through each pain filled emotion
Now that you are not here
Terror holds my devotion'

"It's beautiful. Whose words are these?"

I shook myself from my reverie, shocked at realising that he had understood after all.

"Mine." I whispered.

He held me tighter, capturing me in his searing heat.

And as I looked into Vidyut's eyes, I saw the pain that he felt for me, mixed with something else.

Joy.

He finally released me, watching me passively, as I proceeded to shakily brush my teeth, smiling slightly when my violent shaking made the brush slide across my face, before taking my brush from my hands.

He held my hand gently as he helped me brush, as a parent might.

And with every stroke, the panic in my heart melted ever so slightly, making way for tiny rays of happiness. The fear was still there, but there was also a small voice humming a happy song.

I did not realize that I was crying again until I felt his calloused hands rub a tear away.

The droplets of water were dripping down from his hair to his eyes, and I watched, mesmerised at how beautiful this human was, and how truly boundless my love for him was.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to feel for the tiny life within me that would one day call me ma, and I felt a flash of happiness.

When I opened my eyes, it was like my world had changed in those 2 seconds. The devastatingly handsome man staring down at me , and the tiny flutter from within was confirmation enough that in no fucking way was I alone.

Timidly, I leaned forward, kissing away the droplet of water that was sitting on his lips. In response, he broke into a wide smile, before claiming my mouth with his in a bruising kiss.

His hands slid under my tee shirt, touching me in damning places. And it felt so damn good. In response, I ground deeper into him, wanting everything and more that he had to offer.

His body responded immediately, and the fact spread a blush across my face.

"Don't". He growled.

I recoiled.

"Don't, love. You need to let me survive till the bedroom."

My blush deepened.

He picked me up like a new bride, carrying me to the bed, before gently laying me down.

The wetness of his clothes had now seeped into mine, creating a sensual anticipation.

He wasted no time in ripping apart my clothes, before laying hungry kisses all over my body. He placed his hot hands on my now flat stomach, and looked into my eyes with such adoration that I felt like melting into a puddle.

Magic. We created magic in those moments, as we danced a lilting duet of raw need.

Hey. So I ll be honest. I didn't update all these days because I'm bored of writing like this.

I'll try and complete this book, but my heart is no longer in this.

Thanks, if you're reading. Thanks, if you comment.
Thanks, if you vote.

Love always,
LV