“Actually…I…I…Ah…Hmm…I think we should go home,” I say clearing my throat.
I can’t believe I am stammering why I am feeling like this. I have done nothing wrong. Okay, it probably counts hiding something as a wrong thing. He passes me a room key, no.16. I mean seriously, what’s wrong with him and what he is thinking?
“Go in the room, I will join you in a while.” He says coldly.
“No, I will not, we need to go home, Aarav” I let out firmly this time.
“You better don’t argue on this or I will vacant this whole fucking hotel right now. So we can have a private talk.” He says in a commanding voice and I swallow hard.
“FINE!” I grin my teeth disappointedly and walk out of the place. I really don’t want any drama in public. I hate it so much. For the first time, I curse why he has that fucking aura, power, and authority.
I step into the room and set on the edge of the bed, desperately waiting for him. After a 10 minutes break, he steps in with a bad guy look. His white shirt sleeves are rolled up revealing the tattoo on his hands, I remember he was wearing a blazer before but now it’s not on his torso anymore, I can smell the cigar. He did smoke before stepping into the room. I hate smokers, he just walks straight ignoring my gaze taking his seat on the couch and pouring whisky in the glass. My pulse rates are flowing like waves right now. He looks angry, full of rage. The last I saw him like this was at Bilal’s house, and I don’t like the way he punishes people, because he took a life as a punishment. I agree few people deserve it for sure, but I am not one of them, at least today.
“Why you haven’t told me about Jag before?” He asks holding the glass and looking at me.
“It’s not like what you…you…thi…think…” I let out. Damn again, my voice shaking what’s wrong with me.
“Don’t make me ask you again, Tahira” He warns me.
He demanded in a rough tone that seems to make the hairs on my skin stand at attention. I feel frozen. Aarav is usually a gentleman. This is not happening, and fear grip my chest as memories from my past with Jag tried to seep into my mind.
“Because I don’t want to. I mean, I was scared, and I thought to handle this by myself, so I did.” I let out as calmly as possible.
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