"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏"
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“ You've blessed my soul ”
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"The dress I wore the other day wasn't mine, right?" she finally asked the question that had been revolving in her mind since the time she had worn that dress.
Mishka never had once seen that dress in her wardrobe and considering the inch-loose size of what she usually wears and the strange fragrance lingering on the fabric gave her evidence that the dress wasn't hers.
"You're right, it wasn't yours," Vinay replied without beating around the bush. It gave his wife a reason to clutch her head, shivering hands and a racing heartbeat.
"Whose was it then?" Mishka inquired again, putting down her spoon that was only stirring in the soup bowl.
"Someone you know." Swati covered her husband's hand, indicating him to stop, but had he ever heard her? No.
Mishka plops her elbows on the table, intertwining her fingers before giving her chin a place to rest, "I don't remember anyone I've known before." Her head tilts at the side as she speaks, the dark green irises of hers drown themselves darkly, reflecting her hard and emotionless aura.
Vinay copied her posture, to this date, he has learned to deal with the girl sitting before him. His wife must be sensitive, and protective and goes overwhelmed by emotions but he doesn't. He does not let his emotions, the care, and the adoration he has for his girl overpower him. "Well, why do you care? It was just a cloth, right?"
"But it wasn't mine." She reasoned out only one reason why she was feeling chills all the time when that dress was hugging her body. The fragrance, warmth, the strange familiarity that the dress was embracing was surreal and she knew it was not hers.
"Does that matter?"
"It surely does." She raised her tone.
She obeys Vinay, so much. At the level where she can't come up to deny his word, whatever he orders, she obeys. Except the recent time when he was directly or indirectly resisting her to meet Kairav.
That's never gonna happen.
"Mishka calm down!" Swati voices out her concern, reaching with a glass of water to the raging girl. She refused to drink it.
Mishka breathed in and breathed out "I need a few answers." she says calmly.
Vinay also relaxed his posture, mentally prepared to manipulate her the moment she spoke. This isn't a time for her to know anything, her health is the priority.
"How long has it been since I have opened my eyes?"
"4 months."
The veins sprawled under her skin, twisted, choking the beating organ as hard as it could, or at least that's what she felt.
