At First Sight

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Chapter |22|

Amaira's pov

You two can sleep there tonight.

My heartbeats increased at the thought of being in the same room as him. He makes me nervous. Iyaan is extremely tall than me and very bulky and full of muscles which makes him very intimidating and that it scares me. He can easily hurt me like my uncle and his family. Nobody will even notice if I die. Who even cares for me?

Iyaan stopped in front of a white door and opened it. He walked in and I slowly followed him. His room was so spacious. Everything in the room was either black or grey. A queen-size bed was in the middle of the room.

"Have you ever slept on the couch?" Iyaan asked startling me which caused me to slightly jump. He was standing with his hands in his pockets. He raised an eyebrow and that's when I realized that I didn't answer him.

"No." I said softly with my eyes cast on the floor. It's true, I have never slept on the couch. I have only slept on a torn mattress, on the floor, and on the bed which is when I lived with my parents and grandmother and after Iyaan married me.

"Of course, you haven't. How about we change that?" Iyaan asked with a smirk. I looked at him confused. He walked towards the grey cupboard that was on the corner of the room and took out a bedsheet.

"Here." He said handing it to me. I took it from his hand and our fingers brushed which made me shiver slightly. Iyaan then handed me a pillow and pointed towards the couch.

"That's where you are going to sleep for the night, darling." He said.

"I hope you have a great sleep." Iyaan said smirking. He walked towards the walk-in closet with grey slid doors and took what I think is his pajamas and walked into the bathroom. I sat on the couch and placed the pillow and the bed sheet beside me. I was happy that he didn't make me sleep on the floor and even if he did, I would be okay because the floor of his room was far, far better than the floor in basement in my uncle's house.

The couch was comfy and as I was short and tiny, I could comfortably sleep on it. My bag was already placed in his room, so I took out my white silky pajamas. My pajamas was a white button-up shirt, and pants with tropical prints on it. Iyaan came out of the bathroom wearing a blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He looks so handsome.

Did I say handsome? Oh my God! Very bad, Amaira. You can't think like that.

I shook my head and walked into the bathroom with my pajamas, toothbrush, and my makeup bag that has concealer and other makeup stuff that I use to cover my bruise. I locked the bathroom door and stripped my clothes and took a warm bath. The bruise on my ribs was healing, it was almost blue-ish now. It doesn't hurt much too. The bruise on my forearm is purple now and it hurts slightly but nothing I can't manage.

After applying the concealer on my arms to hide the cuts, I wore my pajamas and brushed my teeth. I then combed my hair before tying my hair into a braid. I looked in the mirror and I saw the face of a broken girl. A girl who had lost her parents, her grandmother, and everyone that loved her. A lonely girl. My hand went to my neck to touch the pendant that my mother gave me but instead, my fingers brushed against the other chain that was tied to my neck a few days back. The sacred thread.

I took it in my hands and lightly ran my hands over it. I was never ready to marry Karthik but when my eyes met the beautiful black eyes of Iyaan, I thought maybe I was going to enjoy the feeling of being loved again. But, he thinks that I am after his money and that I am a gold digger. My own husband. It hurts. It hurts a lot but as Iyaan says, I am very good at acting. I can pretty well hide my pain from others and I will continue hiding it while putting a smile on my face for the rest of my life.

I smiled sadly while touching my mangalsutra before shaking my head and wiping my tears. I then touched the pendant that I wore along with the mangalsutra.

"I will stay strong, mom." I whispered before wiping my tears and walking out of the bathroom. The room was dark except for the small light produced by the night lamp that was placed near Iyaan's bed. I could see his gorgeous face with the help of the lamp. He was fast asleep and he looked peaceful. I sighed and laid on the couch. I covered myself with the duvet. My eyes started drooping and I yawned.

"Goodnight, husband." I whispered before my eyes closed and sleep took over me.

Next morning

I stirred in my sleep and my eyes slowly opened. I removed the duvet and sat on the couch. It was still dark outside, so I am guessing it's 5 am or so. Walking early in the morning has become a habit for me and I don't want an alarm for that. I have been waking up at 5 am for years now. I rubbed my eyes and I took out white leggings and a blue top. I entered the bathroom and took bath and brushed my teeth before wearing my clothes and applying sindoor and concealer on my wrists as the dress was half-sleeved.

Iyaan was still sleeping so I quietly opened the door and walked out. I walked into the kitchen and the maids were already present. One of them saw me and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Ma'am, can I get you something?" She asked. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes please, I need a coffee." I said. There were two maids. One was around 50 years old who looked at me and smiled warmly which I returned. The other one was a woman who asked me if I needed anything and she seems to be in her late 30's.

" I will make it for you, ma'am." She said.

"Okay." I said with a small smile. I walked towards the glass door that leads to the large balcony and opened it. The cool morning breeze touched my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around myself. I breathed in the fresh air and exhaled. The view from here was so amazing. I could see the garden and the swimming pool. The garden was just perfect. It was filled with different types of flowers. I should check out the garden before we leave.

"Amaira?" Mom called me softly causing me to turn and look at her.

"Good morning, mom." I said smiling at her. She gave me a disapproving look causing the smile to vanish from my face.

Did I do something wrong?

Hey guys,

I know, the chapter is short. It was like so emotional? I don't know. I was initially going to write about the girl's day but then Iyaan asked her to sleep on the couch and I had to write about her thoughts on her husband and all that. But on the bright side something is going to happen in the next chapter.

What do you think of this chapter?

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See you soon, guys...


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