I enter in my room and turn around , for motion Ayansh to come in opening the door ajar , he steps in and his eyes becomes wide taking in my room . He pushes the door back and it closes with a click sound . His eyes roams around my room and the look on his face says that he's what ?.. surprised ? ... well , what did he expect ? ... a room full of clothes and jewelleries and whatever , like a total spoilt rich brat?
He mutters something under his breath and I move and sit on my bed but he was still taking in my room and I am a little nervous of what he thinks about it . okay this silence is eating me but I am not going to be the one to break it , nup , not at all . As much as I want I can never admit it out loud , I am still a little bit scared of him . I am sure I'll be a stuttering mess if I am to speak. Well things would be really easy if he would have been a little less scary or intimidating at the least , I know I have to marry him , but all seeing him as he is , I don't know why all my hopes are being crushed one by one , I always hopedthat even if I am to being arranged in marriage , I can fall for my husband and I can make him fall for me as well . But I am not sure if that would be the case here . The only thing you gain from an arrange marriage is a new life , a new family , a new responsibility , I can't hope for love . I don't think so I can .
Ayansh ask me something breaking me from my thoughts which are running all over the place but I ,Missed what he said
"huh? sorry? , I was a ,, umm , a bit -"
"I asked that you are into books right?" he cuts me off by asking me this , eyeing my floor to ceiling bookshelf . God , his tone is so cold , can't he be a bit less intimidating .
"ahm , yeah , I am" I answer him eyeing my bookshelf again.
"What's your genre?" he asks again .
"umm , romance , classical romance in fiction , and psychological books , some of fantasies too , well as long as I have books I am happy , any type" I say smiling . I think I am easing up a little . Good. But he doesn't even notice me smiling , RUDE , BASTARD!!
He stands and walks up to my book shelf . He looks at my classic books collection and picks out 'persuasion' by Jane Austen , examining it .
"An Austen fan , I see" he says turning to me
"y-yeah" God plz help me , why am I such a stuttering mess .
"who got you into classics? I guess Austen only?" he asks again
well as long as we talk about books , I am perfectly fine , I can ramble about books for hours without getting tired .
"noo! , umm , Emily bronte did" I reply , walking up to him and standing beside him , picking out wuthering heights and showing up to him .
"No Offence , but I seriously hate that book" he says .
"what? you hate wuthering heights ? how can someone possibly hate it?" I argue back raising up my voice a bit
"The real question is , how cam someone NOT hate it? what's their to like ? Heathcliffe destroys his own life and than his children's too just to take up his kind of revenge , if he'd have seriously loved catherine , he would have loved her child as well" he said taking me aback a little by surprise , he has really taken it the wrong way , " and , whatever , catherine was a selfish bi- woman" he adds , I laugh at that .
STAI LEGGENDO
Destined With Him
Storie d'amore"I've always heard addiction is something that adapts you , it's like a cage that traps you in , you have no way out once you get in , no matter how hard you try , you can't escape it." he whispered and I looked at him opening my eyes but his wer...
