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Before I decided to go to the cockpit and learn how to fly the plane or even engage the pilots into a distracting conversation that they would end up flying the jet into the nearest building, I chose to make myself comfortable enough to sleep on the couch.
I woke up to a gentle rocking movements. Opening my eyes in slits, I found the crisp white fabric before my face. And the familiar cologne hit my nose making my sleeping brain realize that my handsome husband was carrying me. Even though his face was expressionless and all cold, my heart couldn't stop beating fast. It might be because of him carrying me and being so close or just because of his thoughtfulness about not waking me up and carrying my extra weight to the car.
He was busy staring ahead like a man on a mission while Neel kept up with his fast pace on our other side, carrying what looked like my husband's expensive blazer in his hand along with his personal briefcase. Smiling gently to myself, I buried my nose into Viaan's shirt, inhaling deeply his tranquilizing smell before drifting back to sleep due to the jet lag that was already catching up with my first longest flight journey in my life.
The next time I woke up on a soft mattress. The duvets over me were tangled and pushed slightly till my waist. The sky outside was dark. My eyes looked around registering the beautiful yet unfamiliar decors of the room.
"That's so pretty," I muttered to myself, still halfway plunged into my drowsy self. As the sleep slowly drained away, I felt the panic setting in until a heavy hand wound around my waist pulling me flush against an all so familiar rock hard chest. I heard Viaan whisper in my ear with that deep hoarse yet calm voice of his, "relax babe, you are with me."
And all of a sudden everything inside of me relaxed as if there wasn’t even any sign of a panic attack that was threatening to consume me.
Without saying anything else, I turned over and cuddled with him, enjoying his body heat and letting the slumber drown me back into itself.
"Rynah..." I opened my eyes to find Viaan's face hovering over mine as he stared at me. My heart fluttered at the sight of his handsome face. God, what good deed did I do to deserve this man? How in the hell did I end up getting so lucky to watch this face as the first thing when I wake up?
"You need to wake up now," he added huskily, placing a soft kiss over my temple. My insides melted just to be restored to melt again.
Damn! I so badly wanted him to cuddle with me some more!
I wanted to beg him to take me right there and then but I felt the embarrassment of voicing it out yet again.
"For how long was I out?" Instead, I asked in my hoarse voice. My face was burning but fortunately, Viaan didn't say anything even if he had seen it. I felt my throat killing me with dryness.
"Almost as long as it takes to reach here from Darjeeling."
"And how long does it take to reachhere?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his vague answer. I don't know how but I was proud of how I could hide how much he affected me at the moment. Do cold showers work even for women? I guess I will have to find out about that soon.
He exhaled loudly through his mouth as if he was tired already, "About twenty-three and a half hours."
What the freaking hell!?! I was sleeping for an entire day!?!
"Yes, you were," his reply made me realize that I had said my thoughts out loud. And as if to agree with him, my stomach growled like a hungry lion’s rather than a human stomach. Thank goodness, I hadn't mentioned about being aroused out loud else I would happily jump off the cliff...
"Come on, let's get something into your system," Viaan stated while getting up and pulling me along with him simultaneously. Taking that as a sign, I rushed for the shower. It didn't take long for us to freshen up, brush our teeth and get dressed. And surprisingly, the cold shower distracted me enough to forget about from being randy in the morning, especially, when the heat from the outside was almost killing me. I opted for a blue halter crop top and high-waisted light denim shorts.
On the other hand, Viaan looked unaffected in a white air mesh t-shirt and jeans paired with light leather shoes and a dark belt. Carrying a dark, almost blackish purple button-down shirt in his hand as we walked down the stairs for a promising breakfast. It was strange to see him as him yet nothim. He looked kind of lost and it broke my heart with the knowledge that he wasn't the Viaan I had come to know.
He looked vulnerable and exposed. Distant and lost. Like nothing was reaching him, through the walls he had around himself. Even though he tended to my needs in the morning and conducted a normal conversation with me behind the closed doors of four walls, in the privacy of our bedroom and the warmth of our bed, but as soon as we were out of the room, he had shut himself off. He hadn't talked to me at all after he suggested feeding me and that hurt my feelings.
Anyway, I let him be for now hoping he himself would let me help him vent out whatever emotions he buried inside. Neel had been out preparing whatever they were planning for the day, leaving only me and my brooding husband at the dining table having our authentic hash eggs with tea and bread.
We maintained silence the entire time. I couldn't help but look around the dining room, admiring it. The sixteen-seater dining occupied the space perfectly over the dark brown Persian carpet. I was able to see my face on the polished surface of the dark mahogany Oak wood table. There were entrancing designs drawn in gold at the borders of the table. Two chandeliers hanging above either end of the table, brightening the room beautifully. The house wasn't of the modern contemporary style like the one in Hyderabad but more on the royal theme, resembling the summer mansion in Darjeeling. The cream walls with the elements of gold and black decorated the entire home.
We had only finished with our breakfast when the maid knocked at the door announcing, "Sir, Mr. Malhotra is here."
"Seat him in the seating area, I will be there shortly," Viaan replied curtly and coldly, making me shiver.
"What should I do?" I asked to be on the safer side, not wanting him to grow colder than he already was.
"You can join me if you wish," his tone and eyes turned softer but his face remained emotionless. My heart skipped a beat at his reaction. I didn't need to be told twice as I nodded and followed him out to the seating area.
Sitting on a classic red single sofa was a handsome guy in his late twenties or early thirties. His hair neatly parted into schoolboy hairstyle. His facial hair carefully shaped to enhance his features. Though he was in a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he made them look better than a limited edition designer wear. Or was it a limited edition designer wear?
He stood straight as soon as we entered the room.
"Viaan," he greeted with a polite nod in his husky voice and an extended hand. Though he sounded manly nothing could be compared to Viaan's deep voice. It usually induced the shivers down my spine.
"Abhi," Viaan shook his hand before gesturing to him to take a seat.
