" just lower the fucking ac .. it's really hot ." Nuwa kicks krist harshly, almost making him fall from the bed..

" Phi , ahh.." Krist holds his lower abdomen where the kick has landed, its already tender from the previous ones which he has incurred, when he had failed to impress his phi Nuwa's business associates, tonight at the party, with his presence as a trophy husband in his arms .

All the high end concealers, all the makeup in the world couldn't hide the red rimmed fever hazed eyes and sad poignant smile of the younger because of the verbal abuse he faced before reaching the party. All because he was not feeling well tonight and requested Nuwa to let him rest for a while .

" don't phi me..I should not have, ever agreed to marry you for that stupid black mail video, being with you is just pathetic. Now stop showing off those fake shivering and great oscar worthy acting of having cough cold and fever that you are trying to pull off since the beginning of the damn party, and lower the ac right now , it's fucking boiling here ."

Krist gets up slowly, his body sore from the physical assaults incurred from his so called loving husband and hunts for the remote hurriedly which might have fallen somewhere when he was being kicked repeatedly after coming back from the party, since people and journalists present started asking question to his dear husband regarding his health condition, which was evidently looking quite bad ..

but his husband knows where to hit him, it's always his abdomen or on his hips or back, where they will never be visible to the outside world.

He tries never to put marks on face or visible part of his body, try is the underlined word here as sometimes in heat of the moment he does create some bruises on the visible part of the pale flawless skin, then the humongous expensive concealers and makeup kits come into use .

Krist is always clad in the latest fashions,  is gifted the latest model super expensive cars and taken to exotic foreign locations for couples holiday. Who cares if those clothes hide the bruises underneath, who cares that the cars are always passed onto his mistresses and male muses after his first ride in them to show off to the world , who cares that in those exotic foreign vacations he rots alone in the room of the big private villas,  as his dear husband frolics around with various guys and girls away from paparazzi and prying eyes..

he is kissed and pictured half naked with his dear hubby but in gossip magazines later on. His husband cleverly always knows when the paparazzi will be snooping around at those locations, the couple pictures comes out just spectacular making them the most amazingly aesthetic gay couple around.. what a beautiful and coveted life he has got !

And do not forget about the talk shows they both appear on quite frequently , Krist Rungroj, the beautiful musician husband of Nuwa Rungroj, the deputy foreign minister's son in law and their perfect life earning Ohhs and ahhhs from people blinded by their outer appearance and super luxurious lovey dovey lifestyle. They are the power couple of both the political and entertainment industry after all.

He finds the remote at the corner of the room, and comes back to bed trying to keep as much distance from Nuwa as possible ..who is snoring loudly, taking possession of more than half of the bed and the whole blanket.

He shivers in cold as the room temperature drops but never daring to ask or pull the blanket towards him ..his fever he feels is running high and is making him queasy and dizzy. He decides it's better to take some fever medicine again and  a warm bath to soothe the sore muscle. He does exactly that , doing everything as silently as possible . His heart beating fast .. he doesn't want his husband to get up, he doesn't think he can take any more verbal or physical abuse tonight. After bath he feels little better but the AC in the room is literally killing him .

He decides to take a stroll in the huge garden of the mansion. The guards are all familiar with  master krist's night strolls , so they don't bat an eye as he comes down for another one of his famous walks with a bottle of finest whiskey in his hand , taking sips occasionally and strolling the beautiful manicured lawns.. the pain eases and also his fever .. as the fire of the strong alcohol burns in his empty stomach.. but he likes the fire .. it soothes his hurt as he looks up at the moon, he will finish this bottle and then go back, hangover he can hide well like everything else in his life ..

He lifts the bottle up, looking at the liquid gleaming in the moonlight , he cheers to the moon , his companion for most nights . She never betrays him.. always there to watch his pathetic self withering away.. he laughs as he cries too.. the guards look away.. they try not to see, nor hear or nor try to understand anything about this rich man living the life of dream for many, who almost everyday comes down with a new bottle in hand, drinking with the moon..

But today one man watches him keenly from one of the many open balconies of the mansion, as the whole house shrouded in riches and cold people sleeps.. He watches the beautiful pale man drink and say cheers to the moon, laugh and cry and even speak to the white glowing ball in the sky.. and when he starts to sing , the wind carries the music to his ears ..

" what a beautiful voice , and the music and tune  is so familiar, who is he ? What is he doing so late as night ."

After sometime when the bottle finishes Singto watches from his second floor window as the man lies down under the open night sky .. he starts to sing again .. this time another melancholic familiar tune but Singto cannot remember the lyrics , he has been away from home for far too long .. he doesn't know why he even decided to return back, neither his parents nor any of his family members came to pick him up from the airport.. there was the same cold official stretch limousine, showing off riches , waiting for him at the arrival gate, maids waiting for him with lavish dinner devoid of any familiar warmth spread on the equally lavish dinner table, room filled with all luxuries cleaned but empty with human touch awaiting him.

He is awake even with severe jet lag because he was debating whether he should go back immediately tomorrow but now looking down to the lone figure , seemingly asleep on the grass under the moonlit night , he decides otherwise . Someone like him is suffering here , some beautiful soul is getting crushed just like him.. he can feel the tug of familiarity even with the distance as strangers between them .. and he wants to find out more about this man, does he truly need saving ? Does he need a friend ? Is he getting drowned too?

Like he was drowning so many years back, twenty one years to be exact, after which he ran off to find solitude , to find bliss and discover himself . Why he came back? He knows the real reason but now he feels he got one more reason to look forward to..

The reason, has got up and is now walking back staggeringly to the mansion.. the man throws the empty bottle nonchalantly, which Singto assumes to be whiskey bottle from his balcony , in the big garbage bin beside the wooden chairs of the lawn , waves a bye at the full moon in the sky and goes inside, disappearing into the darkness of the slumbering house ..

Singto goes hurriedly to his room's door and yanks it open but he can't hear anymore footsteps.. it's like the man has become too silent, immediately after entering the house, merging himself expertly with the darkness and the cold depth of it .. Singto waits for a long long time by the door but not a single sound reaches his ear .. he sighs as he closes the door ..

Who is he ? Where did he go? The questions swirl in his mind.. will he meet him tomorrow? , may be they can become friends, is he a guest at the house? Or is he ..

Singto suddenly shivers, a jolting realising thought rush through him.. he can't be that person .. he remembers the melancholic tune now .. he sighs as he sits down ..

His brother's golden caged pet leashed with a diamond chain .. can he make him free? Should he even dare ?

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A/n::I will update when possible but If you know me you know I update frequently for all my stories

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