The ride home was kind of awkward, but he still carried me into the penthouse and when I objected he just gave me glare. His mouth is just here to make him look like a human, all the talking he done is by his eyes. If he is in bad mood, he glares. Sour mood, he glares and if he is in neutral mood -because this man here is never happy- he stares. I've really never seen him talking more than a sentence.
My feet finally touch the floor when he put me on the sofa and started rustling inside the packet of medicine finding something. The dogs were staring at everything their owner was doing. Marvos was first to approach me and wagged his tail asking for a pet, soon Aspro bounced on the sofa and licked my hand when I scratched his neck. Nri was still best him as he pulled out a ointment and some adhesive bandages. He sat in the floor and pulled my legs in his lap. A gasp left my mouth but I did not dare to deny it cause I knew well that I won't be able to do anything because of pain.
"Good thing it didn't left any blister. "
He muttered to himself and then slowly started to stick the bandage in the burns. I thought he would be rough but surprisingly his touch was soft and somewhat gentle. His cold skin left warm touches as he stood up and pulled out a medicine shoving it in my face while pouring the water. After handing me the glass he threw the nearest ball to the second floor at the dogs leapt to catch it. That was when he shut the stairway making the dogs to stay up at the second floor.
"Now, what were doing? "
The gulped downed the medicine which tasted like sour lemon and stared up at him who was folding his harms in her chest and was waiting for an explanation.
"I was making candles... "
My voice was barely above whisper cause I really do not want him to know about my small business which still haven't started yet.
"Why? "
"I wanted to try. "
That is it, lie straight to his face and I did not shutter. Wow I'm really a good liar.
"... You wanted to try making candles with eight different scents, 20 fucking molds and not to forgot the 5 kilograms of wax which is expired and smells like shit. "
"It is expired!? "
I stood up slowly not believing his words, the wax was expired. That was why it was getting sticky and was smelling bad when mixing essence, but the review box... I was conned...
But how did he knew about my orders.
"Now, tell me princess. What the fuck were you doing? "
"Umm, was making my time useful...? "
It was not a lie, I was really being productive instead of fooling around.
"Last time -he lean and I fall on the sofa wanting to stay at a distance, and put his hands in both of my sides making me stay put- What. Were. You. Doing? "
He is scary, his face was again close to mine taking me back to the parking lot in hospital. A coat of blush covered my checks and I thanked God for giving me dark skin because it was quite hard to notice. My eyes fell to his lips which I was sucking on just a few minutes before then averted it to look at the white sleeves and the black cufflinks which was shining reflecting the lights.
"I wanted to start a business. "
There, I said it.
"Why? "
"Cause I don't want to be a freeloader. "
Silence, a ear piercing silence. It was like he was judging me... like he was silently laughing at me thinking how can I -who bought expired candles- will start any business... and somehow I want to agree with him. How can I be so dumb and call my self adult when I can't even purchase anything properly.
"You are not a freeloader. And I have enough money to feed you for generations. "
"I know I'm. -I know this, cause just slacking around is known as freeloading- I want to do a business, any business. Which will be mine, will be known as mine. I had enough living to my parents name, living as the title of princess. I want to make my own name. I want to be my own person, I want to be known as Kavya Taneja not as the princess of Jaipur... "
"You can't, definitely not now. "
"Why? "
A sudden anger built inside my heart and my face snapped to look at him. He was close, close like he was the car. Every word that I was going to scream at his face melted away and my head slowly bent down to look at my hand which were fumbling with the hem of my kurti. Now that I see I did not get my duppata while going, are they going to criticize me for this also? Is my nanny going to get angry and will call me? What if this will affect father's royal image-
Long fingers lifted my chin to look at him. His eyes pierced through mine staring right at me with unknown emotions. A lump of emotion build in my throat and I gulped it down making him look at my throat and the hold on my chin tighten.
"Cause you won't be Taneja for long. You will be Ahuja, Kavya Athrav Ahuja, not a princess, you will be a queen. You will be mine. You are mine. And if you want to do business -he pulled me up into his arms with ease and started moving towards the stairs- I can invest, be at my office. We will discuss business. "
He put me down in my down and stood straight waiting for my reply. His figure making the room look small and the bed even smaller.
"But I will need an appointment. "
"No you don't, just show the ring. I gave that big diamond for a reason. "
I looked at the ring and indeed it had way too diamonds while his was a plain band with no stone at all. Suddenly his phone ringed making me flinch, he made his way out checking his phone. I made myself comfortable and leaned to get some water down my throat which dried due to intensity of his closeness. His smell was still faintly present in the room making me blush at the memories of way too many gestures. His gentle touch, firm hold, his lips and most of the way he called me his... is it something worth the butterflies. The way he combined our names did things to me. And I don't know if it is in my head but he sounded less harsh and a little... gentle.
The dogs barged into the room barking and bouncing like they received treats from him. Nri was following the two, means he has locked himself in his office or room. The doctor's word busted into my head making me question a lot of things.
First that he is adopted and not from India from abroad, his nationality is not Indian? That was reason why he did not looked like any of his family member. And if his parents adopted him then why not live in abroad all along why coming here all the way to India. And what was she talking about their orphanage abuse... Are orphanage abusive?
There were a ton of questions that I wanted to ask him but then again he will never reply to those. He will just glare at me and that would shut me up also the fact that she said it was quite sensitive topic for him... was he abused by the caretakers. If yes then to what end, were they beating him also. Are the tattoos related to this all.
My mind started drifting with question but the drugs were doing their job well, my eyes started to close slowly in the comfortable bed and three premium fur balls that were cocooning me.
My eyes slowly opened by someone's touching my foot. The first thing I saw was how seriously he was looking at my foot and then caressed the mark on my arch making me flinch and sit up. He looked at me, his eyebrows creased and confusion written all over his face. Then at he foot like he was conforming it if it was real.
"How do you get this? "
I looked at my birth mark in the foot arch. It was a black vertical line which looked anything but ugly. I hated it because it was just another insecurity of mine but as it was in my foot it didn't mattered much. My nanny once asked me remove it but I denied saying it was not important to remove it.
"It's from birth. "
I replied with the same confused tone he asked.
He again looked at it and caressed it now with normal straight face he always wore.
"Have you even been to America, love. "
"Love... "
My eyes popped out by his statement, did he just called me love? Why? Am I still dreaming?
"Have you? "
"Y-Yes... When I was five or something. "
Was that a misheard? A laugh roared out of his throat at I watched him laugh with his head thrown back. It was weird that I was falling for someone's laugh. I should be appointing a psychiatrist. He sat straight, a small smile still gracing his lips. He reached out and slowly tucked my hairs that were falling into my face away, his hands hanging there for a moment or two before he pulled away.
"Let's eat something, outside. No I will order it. What do you like? "
He stood up and pulled his phone out. Maybe opening the app to order food. When I didn't answer he turned to face me and pulled his eyebrows up.
"Umm, anything is fine. "
"Indian cuisine? "
He asked still scrolling into the phone and I mouthed a little yes with the nod. I liked my country food as it has the most spices and variety as big a Burj Khalifa. After ten five minutes or so he put his phone in his pocket and reached to carry me. I shook my head any pushed his hands away not wanting him to carry me, again.
"I can wal- "
"Don't fucking push me again. "
His voice dark as he cradled me into his arms easily carrying me downstairs. I swear he had more mood swings than a girl in her periods. He put in the d
inning and poured me a glass of water taking the seat beside me.
"Now, let's talk about your visit to America. "
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