Sorry lovelies... we crossed half century and I didn't even thank you 🥺 thankyou my Support System Family<3

Ahm! Now enjoy with the contrasting shades of Aarav, Mishika and our Aarshika (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

"I don't need a doctor." Groaning for the umpteenth time in her hoarse voice she pulled the duvet all over her head.

Flaring out a breath of fury, Aarav massaged his forehead to quench his building temper. "Don't tell me you are on a suicidal mission and by dying mysteriously you want to avenge me."

His shoulders start to shake, finding her ignoring him again whereas she was occupied in wondering from where he got these absurd thoughts. "Don't provoke me, little wife."

"You're overreacting." His eyes instantly raked over her pale face as she threw the blanket off herself and sat up straight, her face wrinkled up in irritation and tiredness. "I'm on my monthly cycle, okay."

"Fever and shivering and turning pale are not signs of periods. You are already sus." Her mouth fell agape and fist clenched at his carping. Seeing her eyes knitting together in dubiety, his face quickly scrunched up in poker one as he feigned in an impassive tone. "My father will kick me off if he finds out you've been bedridden for the last two days and I haven't brought you to a doctor."

If cocky and snarky Aarav gets on her nerves then this overreacting Aarav is giving her a headache.

"You don't have to do anything. This is normal for me. If you have so much problem then you go to your penthouse. I won't tell your dad."

His steps moving towards the washroom came to halt as he processed her words and tilted his head as he glanced at her over his shoulder. "Ohh baby, how can I miss the chance of watching you in pain."
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**F L A S H B A C K B E G I N S**

Her breathing ragged while her face continued to twitch in pain and she began to writhe on her spot. A pained whimper resonates in the dimly lit room when her lips parted as the pain wrecked through more intensely.

With another whimper her body bounced up to sit straight, her hands wrapped around her stomach, clutching it and letting out painful whimpers. Salty moisture coats her eyes, damping it heavily and finally cascades down to her cheeks.

With a flick of switch, light splitter around the room as she stretched her body to reach the switch down the side table. Not a whimper but this time a shrilling scream ripples around the confines of the room. All she could see was red, the redness of blood. Her own blood. Her chest clenched at the sight, making her head instantly throb.

**F L A S H B A C K E N D S**

Sweat carpets her skin as she panted frantically while clutching her chest. The throbbing of her heart was cutting through the silence of her room. Involuntarily her eyes raked around, desperately searching for the blood which she couldn't spot anywhere but yet could feel the thick liquid dampening her with despondency.

Stark rays of the afternoon sun were playing hide and seek through the layer of curtains. Her skin glowed under the light however her expressions were haywired and troubled. She didn't feel the pain when moved her hands around her stomach nor felt any wetness as her hands raked around the bedsheet.

It was the sixth day, her periods were over but the tiredness, as if it sucked her life, still lingered in her body. Rubbing a hand down her face, her fingers fist around her hairs.

Pushing her feet down the bed she trudges to the bathroom, going for a shower feeling itchy in her sweat-layered skin.

Her eyes squeezed close from the pressure of water showering upon her. Flattening her palms on the wall facing her, she dips her head low and an exasperated breath vents through her lips. She could feel her chest constricting with sudden heaviness and her shoulder began to quiver as she fought back the tears.

Nonetheless the empowering emotions took over her control, snapping the barrier for the tears in a blink. The only sound echoing within the confines of the bathroom was the running shower that suppressed the screams coming from her insides. She stood motionless while her tears continued to mix with the running water.

She can't pinpoint why she was actually crying but she was sure that the shower won't judge her vulnerability. It never did.
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Whimpering and groaning, her eyelashes forced to face the intrusive lights and took a few good seconds to adjust with it. Laying flat on bed, she stared at the ceiling, reciprocating its blankness.

Her toes wriggled and then her eyes widened, letting out a gasp she instantly lifted the duvet, peeking inside. Her expressions only changed further, finding herself stark naked under the sheets. A silent sigh was exhaled by her as she didn't feel any pain in her lower region when she again wriggled her legs.

"What the hel_" Her words paused, finding him giving her the same blank stare which a moment ago she shared with the ceiling.

"You have amazing timing for losing your consciousness." He exclaimed, mock laced in his words. Heat travelled through her skin, all the way down from her cheeks to her neck and disappeared through the sheets she was clutching tightly against her chest.

F E W H O U R S A G O~~~

Frantically moving across the apartment he continued to call out for her. With every passing second he began to grow irritated and infuriated. Her phone kept blaring on the side table as he continued trying to reach her.

With fast strides his legs moved to the bathroom since the thought of her being there appeared in his mind. His doubt only got confirmed finding the door closed. Banging his fist loudly on the door, he let out vociferation for her, but was only answered by silence.

Not getting any response and then not finding any spare key, he broke the lock in frustration. Finally when the door creaked open, a triumphant lopsided smile emanated on his lips.

Raking his eyes all around, he took his steps further inside. "The fuck!" He exclaimed, eyes enlarged finding her slumped against the wall, unconscious. In a blink he was near her, squatting before her knocked out state.

His jaw clenched while he moved his hand to pick her up off the floor, the towel futilely covering her fell down in the process. "You are not somnophiliac." Mumbling to himself simultaneously gritting his teeth, he kept his eyes ahead while he retreated to the bedroom, her skin icy cold unlike his warm embrace.

Back in his mind he still could feel the weight of fragility and thickness hanging in the air as he laid her on the bed and covered her with the duvet. It took the force of every cell of his body to not give in to the lure of his twisted mind and measure the sinless inches of her exposed body with his sinful fingers.

However those whisks of her curls sticking near her eyes were tempting him to reach out for them, brush them off and in meantime run his fingers over her under eye, feeling the graze of her lashes. So taking in his temptation he did what his heart called for.

Nonetheless he instantly took a few good steps away from her, his breathing tattering and pupils dilated. His actions were so unsteady like he would burn if felt the softness of her skin against his for another moment. And only he knew how much his insides were churning to burn in the evoking desires.

"Fuck cold showers."

~~~B A C K T O P R E S E N T

Her skin heated up more and she began to grow uncomfortable under his unwavering predatory gaze. "Stop staring."

"I've seen enough." His dry reply only added to the thickness in the ambiance and she uneasily shifted on her spot. "Your reports will be here soon. The doctor assured you're not dying."

"You called a doctor." Her voice was loud with disbelief, suddenly feeling hyper conscious about her nakedness.

Gasping, she crouched her body further to the headboard finding him suddenly just a metre away from herself. "No male, even a doctor, gets to come so close when you are so naked beneath the sheets."

She quickly diverted her gaze, intentionally avoiding the tone behind his words which were only giving her chills. Her eyes were whipped back to bore into his as his fingers held her chin, forcing her face in his direction.

The line traced by the droplet of water travelling down his damp hair was discreetly observed by her through the proximity. "You took a shower." In stupor, she blurted out her thoughts aloud.

"Are you planning to compensate for the hour-long shower I had to take because of the blue balls I grew since my little wife went in clothless phase ?" Her face jerked in his grasp, choking and coughing, due to his bluntness.

"Stop forcing me towards the edge, sweetheart. I've a very frail control over the desperation." She heard him mumbling against her face, his voice loaded with hoarseness. "The desperation to tame your mind so I could possess your heart, and to mark every inch of yours and indulge your virtuous soul in the colours of my sins."

She tried, tried very hard but she couldn't look away from his eyes. Those iniquitous charcoal orbs of his had her pinned on her place and every inch of her denied to make a move as if she was bewitched.
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Aarav's pov
Getting burnt leaves scars, emboss pain, but what is the fun if you are not enticed to get burned ? She is the naive moth, who once burnt in the blaze of my obstinacy.

And fuck! I'll make her burn her again, but this time not alone. With every spec of her melting and inflaming into my blaze, I'll relish it, scorching along with her.

Because she is the artistic red on my black canvas. Not the red of love nor of hate, but the definition of red of my obsession. Like the sacred red which the devil incarcerated in the depths of the ocean of his inferno.

Detaching the cigarette from my lips, I whip my head around to capture a glance as I hear the rustling of movements behind me. An involuntary chuckle leaves my lips seeing my Honey-eye heavily dressed in a hoodie and her usual capris replaced by leggings. Her self consciousness really kicks her hard.

Her feet nearing this congested balcony, cleared my vision of her face, which was puckered, her gaze zeroing to the burning stick between my fingers.

Ohh baby, you're so adorable. And so desirable.

"Don't forget to collect your reports by the courier." I said, my gaze fixed on her face. She walked further, entering in the balcony, her stare lingered on the sky and fingers held the steel railings.

"You didn't need to call the doctor. I'm anaemic. All this is normal for me." I continue to stare at her, processing the information she just gave me, which explains her condition for the past few days.

As much as I despise having a random or usual conversation, I would tend to do it incessantly just to hear her honey dripping meek voice. Fuck! Everything about her drives me crazy.

"You have a mole on your hip." As my voice tears through the silence, her body goes visibly stiff for a moment before she clenches her jaw. Damn that mole caught my attention and it was so hot, more of a turn on. And looked so familiar.

"How many lives have you destroyed, Aarav ?" My name from her mouth is definitely a major push to my crumbling control.

If she is talking about Veer, then how the fuck am I supposed to know that the bitch was already in relationship ? And giving unnecessary explanations is an ass-pissing thing for me.

And in case, she is talking about herself, then bad choice baby. Your naive mind will not understand a word paved by my twisted mind.

Her honey brown orbs, after her confrontation, were fixed on me, desperately waiting for my counter back. Every passing second of my nonchalance was only fuil-ing her loathing, her despise and her hatred. And that's what I want. All of it.

In a swift I hovered over her, leaving her astounded. Her fingers curled around the railings in a death grip. And as I venture myself further closer to her body, her back lean further, leaving her half dangling in the air. Travelling from my face, her eyes narrowed taking in the height beneath her and very beautifully fear grips her face.

Very deliberately I took in the details of her facial features, which are already engraved in my mind, by inching my face closer to her. Her heaving chest brushed more precisely against mine as she intake a needed breath when my face lowered in the curves of her slender neck.

Jolt surfed through her body with the first sleek on my tongue which was followed by my lips nibbling on her sweet skin. Ohh damn this taste!

Her shoulders jerked, an attempt to push me away since she was too afraid of falling down to remove her grip from the railing. Her face twitching, half by fear and half by panic my touch was coursing in her senses.

Vulnerable, she looks so vulnerable right now, and so beautiful like this. Beautiful but vulnerable fits perfectly in my arms. And I so fucking love it.

"Aa_rav" she whimpers. Her voice instantly soothed my insides, but at the same time my name from her mouth provoked the fire within. Ohh how much I crave to make her whimper my name, not as a whisper but as loud chanting moans.

"Aarav let go." Trying her luck she leaves the railing, and then gasps and shrieks, and the very next second her arms come clinging to my shoulder, nails digging into my flesh. Frantically she pants, relief washed over her.

Letting her muddle in her little moment of relief, I gnaw my teeth where my lips were doing their job earlier. "Aarav" she hissed, her breaths uneven.

Fuck! That sound did something to my south. And it only ripples my insides with pride of the artistic mark I just left on her. Tempted I smooch the same spot for one last time. "Aarav" she whimpered again, panting and panicked.

"Ohh damn baby! You are testing the waters of your personal inferno. Stop chanting my name like that. It does no good to my sinister desires."

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Ahm! Writing steamy things is not my thing but the storyline demand so, that's why I've tried a little subtle one (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

Now, tell me what thoughts got from this chapter...

Signing off
~T.R