Chapter 1
Alia is stoic.
She hasn’t spoken.
She hasn’t eaten.
She hasn’t blinked.
“What’s wrong with her?” Aryan asked the doctor.
“I don’t know, all I can say is that your mother is in a state of shock. She needs a lot of attention and care. She shouldn’t be alone right now. Do you have any idea what could’ve triggered this response?”
Aryan looks at Alia, who’s blankly staring at the wall. “No–no, I don’t.”
He does.
But, he can’t even begin to put it into words.
His father is gone.
Purab chose his other family—Disha and Sunny over them, and left without even so much as a goodbye.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Kiran asked, squeezing Aryan’s shoulder.
“Uh–yes.” Aryan blinked out of his thoughts.
“Listen, I know this is a difficult situation, but now is not the time to fall weak, you have to be strong, if not for yourself then for her sake. She needs you, if she ever has a chance at recovery. I’ve prescribed some vitamins which will sustain her until she can properly care for herself. Give them to her three times a day after each meal. See me after two weeks and we’ll examine how much progress she has made. You can schedule an appointment with the front desk on your way out. All the best.” The doctor smiled encouragingly at him as he left.
Aryan has been by Alia’s side all day, taking care of her after bringing her back home. No one else even cares to ask how she is, as they’re too busy celebrating Abhishek and Pragya’s one billionth reunion. Let’s be honest, it’s only a matter of time until they break up again.
So, left is only Aryan to look after Alia. It’s when he’s patting her to sleep like one would a child, does Alia utter her first words, snuggling into his arm, holding on tightly, afraid he would leave.
“Always stay with me, don’t ever go, I won’t be able to live without you. I love you, Purab.” Uttered Alia looking up at him with vulnerable, hurt eyes.
Her expectant eyes begged for him to speak.
At that moment it occurred to him that she had mistaken him for Purab.
So he did what anyone else in his situation would do.
Gave his mother a forced smile and pretended to be his deadbeat father.
“I love you too.” Aryan meant it, as he kissed Alia’s forehead for good measure.
“Truly?!” Alia hugged him tight around his waist, head resting against his chest.
Aryan couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. “Yes, now go to sleep.” He covered Alia with a duvet and got up to leave, but she grabbed his hand.
“Sleep with me.” Alia blushed at the accidental innuendo. But Aryan didn’t catch it as he considered it for a moment and slipped under the covers too.
“Goodnight.” Aryan turned on his side and closed his eyes, trying to make peace with the absurdity of the situation.
But Alia slid her arms through the crook of his arms, resting her palms flat against his chest, spooning him from behind, kissing his nape. “Goodnight.”
He shuddered at the sensation, in a turmoil of emotion, but stayed where he was, falling into an uneasy sleep.
It was hot. He was uncomfortable. Not used to wearing clothes when he slept.
Somewhere in the middle of the night he yanked open the buttons of his shirt, and kicked off his shorts.
His erection sprung free.
He was having a dream. A very good dream.
Engulfed in heat.
So so close.
“Faster.” Aryan groaned, as he awoke.
His dream morphed into reality.
Alia on her knees, between his legs. Bouncing up and down. His cock sandwiched between the valley of her large oiled breasts.
He came at mere sight.
In hot spurts of cum, all over her chest and chin. Unable to stop his bodily responses, he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed.
“Fuck.”
