I'm feeling like dying, This is the god knows what many time I'm melting the wax. Now just four drops of essence... good now, pour it into the mold and let it set. Now slowly pull it out..., slowly ye -aaaaggghhh.
Yes, this is what I've been doing for past five hours and it's just not getting right. I want to throw the whole mess at my past self's face and wrap myself up in a fluffy blanket. But my egoist self don't want to be a freeloader. Even through it is hard, it's best to do something then laying in the bed all day. I again pour some wax and went to the kitchen to melt it.
It has been one week since our visit to his family and if anything I'd like to visit them again. I loved how they were so talkative and caring. I wonder how are they even related to this monotone robot... evil robot. They are nothing like them, even his brothers are good at talking with people. His mother and grandparents are like a saint in front of this man and his sister is like a warm hug of sunrays not to forgot his sister-in-law who mixes with the family so well that it's amazing. God the way his brother look at her, only if this yamraj was like him.
No wonder he don't live with them, they would go crazy if he did... like I'm. Sometimes I wonder if he is vampire, I mean he can only be seen at night and is always ready to suck people's blood out. I really pity his employees, I wonder if they get holidays or he make them work like him... like a machine.
The timer of the microwave started beeping pulling me back to the reality. I pulled out the container and the whole kitchen started smelling like gasoline. Again the wax was looking kind of sticky making me wonder if I'm boiling it wrong or if the wax is bad, but then again the rating in the site was all good and no one complained about it being sticky, then why with me.
"What is the smell. "
The sudden voice was enough to make me startled and making me jump resulting the container to slip off my hand. A sharp stabbing type of pain spread into my foot. I heard the shattering of the glass container, making me step back hurriedly. It was enough for the three waggy tails to lept to us and bark incomprehensibly.
"Fuck, are you okay? "
His hands wrapped around me making me steady and then the pain revolted making me let out a gasp and a hiss in pain. Jeez, it burns so much. I was still mourning about the pain when he pull me up and carried me in princess style to the couch in the living room.
"What were you thinking? "
How can he scold me when he was the who startled me.
Slowly putting me down, he pulled out his phone and started calling someone maybe a doctor. After three to four tries when the other side didn't replied he again pulled me up this time making me gasp. The dogs followed us to the gates and stopped at once when he opened the gate easily carrying me like a baby. Now I wonder how much weight he lift.
"Where are we going? "
"To get you treated. "
Why is he talking like I used his handkerchief to polish my heels. And they say women are moody, only if they will meet this man they gonna change their statement faster then the bullet train. After driving for three to four minutes in not a very legal speed he parked outside a hospital, got off and ran to my side and again carried me like I weight nothing.
"I can walk.
Maybe you should put me down.
Please, people are watching. "
One glare and I was quite like a ghost. It was like the first time we went out, murmurs and eyes of people constantly at us, just this time he was with me... not like then, when he left me behind, this time he was holding me, not just my hand but my entire self.
We crossed several room before going in into a doctor's room which looked like it belonged to the chairman or the director of the hospital.
A lady dressed in formally greeted us with soft smile in her face. He put me down in the sofa that was in the middle of the room, but did not step aside.
"Here I thought you injured yourself. "
She teased him while coming towards us. She looked quite older than me, maybe older than Yamraj here himself. When he didn't replied she smile and shook her head in a light manner as if she was used to his cold behaviour. ...I wonder what is their relation.
"Then, this lady here must be your rumored lover. "
I looked up to see her smiling at me. She is beautiful.. who is she, an ex or maybe his crush or maybe he is her crush? ...And why am I feeling down it's not like he likes me or I like him. But then again deep inside I was happy when he was carried me into the hospital.
"My greeting to you princess. "
She joint her hands and greeted me. I returned the gesture with same manner and a forced smile. I wonder if my face was obvious because her face creased and a small smile made it's way to her face.
After checking my foot she wrote a medicine and shoved it in his hand then him out of the room. At first he was denying but then she literally pushed him out of the room and he did not yell or scream at her. I really want to know what is their relation...
"I wanted to talk to you... alone. "
I looked at her who was sitting opposite to me, her face so serious that it made me wonder if she is the person who was checking me just two minutes ago.
"Yes...? "
"Don't be nervous, it's just a normal conversation. "
I shook my head up and down silently asking for her to continue.
"I will not beat around the bushes, I'm his friend and senior. We went to the same collage and we grew up at the same orphanage."
My head snapped towards her and I saw her lost in her own thoughts as if she was remembering something. Orphanage, he is adopted?
"We grew up at a orphanage in states but when his parents adopted him and get to know about our... abuses in that orphanage, we were transferred here, in India. Here we lived in a orphanage which was being taken care by his grandmother and mother. "
She turned towards me took my hands in her atop of the table holding them with hers tightly.
"This is first time I saw him worry about someone who is not his family. He is quite broody and rude but trust me he is a great man. Take care of him, he really had enough in his life at an early age. Just don't break him anymore..., love him if you can. "
My mind buzzed with her voice and I asked the one question that bothered me the most.
"What do mean by abuse? "
Something flash in her, something like pain and hurt but soon it was gone.
"It was more than abuses ... I am not in place to tell you that, you should ask him yourself ... but remember it's quite sensitive topic for him. "
We sat in silence for a few seconds which felt like minutes, lost in our own thought before she broke it.
"And don't worry, we are like siblings. Hell I'm even married. "
My checks heat up and she barked out a laugh. I didn't knew I was this obvious. God I wonder if he also notice it, jeez I want to bury myself here right now.
"Let's go. "
He came in with a bag of medicine, crouched down and again carried me. Did a small nod towards her and head down the hallway straight to the car. Putting me down, he closed the door and moved to his side.
Now I want to know even more about him, want to uncover the facade he is putting on for everyone.
I felt something brush against my arms and sure enough he was leaning to look at me. Our faces inches away from each other, I can see the small scar in his check bone clearly. Even this close he looked like he is custom made by god, like they spent days just to build this beautiful face of his. My gaze went up to his eyes, the green of forest, cold and unwelcoming, scary and dangerous. My hands reached out to touch him, for once without horror just curiosity and something I don't want to accept. He didn't backed down, did not pushed my hand away, he stayed still feeling my touch on his skin.
It was smooth, a little stubble and most of all, his skin was cold. He really have long lashes and his eyes do held colour, his skin was brighter up close, olive maybe and his lips ... they are full and has small scar in the corner of bottom lip. My fingers brushed against it wanting it to fade from his perfect face.
"Fuck! "
That is it, my hands were shoved away but instead of feeling cold, his body pressed against mine. My B-Cup brush against his build up chest and a warm feeling spread all across my body. His lips pressed against mine, still for a few seconds then it moved, pulling and sucking them. I responded but was not able to match his pace. His hand went behind my head and pulled me more closer if that was possible.
Finally when it was getting hard to breath, he stopped. Rest his forehead against mine and we looked at each other, panting with our eyes wide. The reality came hitting us likher.
I kissed the person I was afraid of, and what's the worst... I liked it... I loved it.
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