Chapter 1
Neera sat up on his bed abruptly. She looked at her side only to find an empty space beside her. Sighing she adverted her gaze towards the digital clock on the table beside the bed; the bright neon blue lights were flashing 12:13.
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, she hasn’t realized when she has dozed off while watching the photo album of her wedding.
She looked down at the still open photo album lying on her lap, a fond smile appeared on her lips as her eyes landed on the picture of her husband and she.
She is wearing a white grown in the picture while her husband is in a black suit, looking as handsome as always, the pale features of the man in contrast to the dark suit is giving her beloved an angelic look. She is smiling shyly at the camera while there is a playful smirk on the raven haired beauty i.e. her husband’s face, their hands are entwined in a loving manner.
“Sammy…” she whispered lowering her head, her messy brown hair covered her eyes that sure are clouded with sorrow. There were strains of dried tears on her cheeks. She traced her fingers over the picture of her beloved. A chocked sob escaped her lips.
“You surely didn’t leave me…did you?” she murmured. “I never wanted it to happen that way, you were not supposed to be in that car….I told you not to ride in that car. I just wanted to eliminate them, your enemies. Why were you there? Why?” she sobbed harder, covering her mouth with her hand.
Neera was so drowned in her thoughts that she did not register the sound of footsteps approaching her bedroom.
…CRACK…
Her head snapped up at the direction of the bedroom door when she heard the sound of the door opening. Her eyes widened at the size of dinner plates and she felt her whole body stiffen as soon as her gaze landed on the figure standing there.
“SAMMY!” she cried out, not quite believing her eyes.
The man at the door smiled, his onyx eyes met the glassy azure ones,
“I’m home, love.” He murmured as he walked towards the frozen girl sitting on the bed.
Neera’s eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, blue eyes following his every movement, she could not believe her eyes, this is Sammy, her Sammy, here in their room, walking, talking and most importantly…alive.
“What’s the matter, love?” the other asked sitting on the bed in front of his wife, “Aren’t you happy that I’m home?”
The smooth velvety voice of her beloved was like a music to Neera’s ear, she blinked, for the first time in last three minutes, the words spoken to her slowly registering in her mind. She shook her head furiously,
“NO! That’s not…I’m not…” she shuttered trying to gather her jumbled thoughts and confusions, she isn’t going mad or seeing things is she?
Taking a deep calming breath she looked at the onyx eyes of her beloved and gave the brightest smile she could master at the moment,
“Welcome home Sammy.” She murmured.
The said brunette smiled, his eyes sparkling. There was something in the look, Neera does not know what it is but she could feel it, there is something different in those inky orbs.
She closed her eyes, trying to shake off the weird feeling growing in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the gaze of her husband on her, as if he is trying to read her thoughts, her soul…
….and suddenly she felt cold….very cold.
Sapphire eyes blinked open and Neera’s breath hitched, Sammy’s face was a few inches from her, so very close that she could feel his breaths on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could utter a single syllable a pair of lips was pressed against her own.
Neera gasped, this is not the soft warm pair of lips she is used to, theses lips are dry, so dry that Naruto could feel the cracks on the tissues of the lower lips…and the lips are cold, this sent a shiver down her spine.
She pushed the other man’s chest force fully, successfully breaking the lip lock, she panted lightly and grabbed the soft fabric of her husband’s shirt. The cloth was wet.
“Sammy you are cold, your clothes are wet, is it raining outside? You should change first then-” before Neera could finish the sentence, her face was yanked forward by strong hands and once again the same cold lips were pressed against her, this time roughly, taking her breath away.
“Don’t you want me anymore, love? Don’t you love me anymore?” the cold yet so familiar voice of her husband murmured on her lips.
Slender fingers started stroking her long brown hair lightly, caressing the sides of her body. Neera gasped again and tried to squirm away from the touch, she felt like someone is rubbing ice on her skin. The hands are cold, so very cold on her warm skin, it felt like a jolt of electricity.
“Answer Me.” Once again the deep voice of her husband rang though the whole room.
Neera grabbed the material of her husband’s shirt tighter, twisting it as she tried shove the man away, to fight the cold feeling and the uneasiness.
“Of- of course I do. But..but you are cold Sammy..I don’t want you to catch a cold.” She shuttered out.
A deep chuckled escaped from the pale raven, “I won’t catch a cold…” he said, slowly opening he laces of her night grown.
Neera shivered at the touch, she placed her palms flat on her husband’s chest to push the man back…
…and froze.
“S-sammy?” She whispered in a trembling voice. This is not possible, this can’t be true….her mind chanted but no matter what she tried to think she was unable to keep her voice steady.
“Hmm my love?”
“I c-could not feel you-r h-heart b-beats…” she whispered, her voice shaking with unvoiced doubts and…fear.
“Idiot.” Sammy placed his hand right above where her heart lies, a dark chuckle resonated through the whole room making Neera’s blood run cold.
“S-sam?” she whispered softly, not believing her voice.
“Of course it is not idiot. How could it when it was under the river for three days?”
Neera felt like all air has left her lungs…no no no no…this is not happening….her mind screamed at her to run, to do something…but her body refused to move. The voices of the assassins she had sent to kill her husband’s rival companies rang through her mind, “We’ve drowned the car.” The voice of her husband’s secretary, “I’m sorry madam but you husband has left with the other company owners…” echoed in her memory.
The hand on her chest was now digging in the flesh painfully, “You told me that your heart is mine…didn’t you?” the smooth voice purred at the her ear.
“I’m here to take what is mine, love.”
Neera screamed out, but her screams were muffled by the hand over her mouth, the hand over her heart dug inside, tearing the flesh and gripped her still pumping, very alive heart in a tight hold, slowly squeezing the red rhythmically thumping organ, draining away the life of his lover…wife…murderer.
Neera thrashed like a wild animal on her bed, sweat drenching the sheets covering her as chocked whimpers escaped her mouth.
Suddenly she jolted up and sat straight on her bed. Her breathing uneven, ragged. Her brown locks drenched in sweat pasted to her face, hands gripping the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles has turned white.
Blue eyes moved frantically all around the room, searching for some unknown threat.
After a few moments the girl sighed, a dream, a very vivid dream. With trembling hands Neera tried to find the glass of water she always places on the table.
Drinking the cold water in a single gulp she turned to place it back on the table when her eyes landed on the flashing digital clock.
12:13.
It read.
CRACK.
Swallowing the lump in her throat Neera turned around to look at the bedroom door.
“I’m home, love.”
