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He stops kissing my body, only to look into my eyes. I’ve never seen his eyes shining this bright. Ayaan Shergill is my light, and I’ll always need him to guide me through the darkness. Just like the one that suddenly appeared and has been threatening to consume me since last evening.
“I want you more,” he replies and is about to rip the satin off my body when his phone beeps with an incoming message. He unwillingly peels himself off me to check his phone on the bedside table. His expression shifts instantly as he puts the phone back and looks at me. It’s an indication he has to go. Where? What is it that he is keeping from me now?
“Tonight…” he says, kissing my forehead, knowing I have understood his need to leave.
“I can’t believe you are leaving your bride again in bed waiting for you.”
He is about to respond when, this time, his phone starts ringing. I roll my eyes in frustration, pushing him off me, and get out of bed, knowing he needs to answer that call. Ayaan is seriously pissing me off. As he answers the phone call, I ignore him and march to the walk-in wardrobe where Simran helped me arrange my clothes yesterday. I was thrilled that Ayaan had already cleared half of his wardrobe space for me.
I grab my toiletries pouch and make my way to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, Ayaan returns, finishing his phone call.
“What time should I pick you up from Walia House today?” he asks.
Walia House? Oh, right! I remember that I need to head back home today to take care of a few post-wedding rituals. If it weren’t for yesterday’s unexpected revelation of my father’s deeds in that gift box, I would have been looking forward to reuniting with him today.
When I don’t respond, Ayaan reaches behind me and circles his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to his body. He is dressed in a pair of well-fitting jeans and a white shirt — a look that I absolutely adore. He kisses my shoulder and raises his head to meet my eyes in the mirror reflection. I realise something pressing must have come his way, which is why he is unable to focus on us. But it also scares me and makes me wonder about the severity of the situation he is dealing with.
“Don’t make it difficult for me, Meher. You have no idea how much I want to be with you.” He places a series of kisses on my cheek and neck, his hold on my waist tightening as he continues to speak. “We’ve got a lead on the person responsible for Dad’s accident.”
Okay! He’s got me with that last line. I turn in the circle of his arms, clutching his collar.
“Tell me it’s not my Dad,” I murmur, unable to contain the fear in my voice.
Ayaan’s expressions harden.
“That only your father can tell. Or the lead whom we have traced.”
I look nervously as Ayaan cups my face, reading my inner turmoil.
“I really hope that your father is not behind Dad’s accident, Meher. But if he is, you know it won’t end well for him.”
“Ayaan,” I interrupt with urgency. “You promised,” I swallow. “You promised not to do anything more which can affect his upcoming elections or political career.”
Ayaan shakes his head in dismissal.
“Tell me one thing, Meher. Would you be able to live with the guilt that despite knowing your father is responsible for almost killing my Dad, he is still living like an innocent? Like he is the sanest man who has never dirtied his hands with his wrongdoings? That he is not even repenting for the crime he did?”
My eyes tear up at that thought, understanding Ayaan’s point. Although I want to support Dad, he needs to be shown the mirror so that he stops messing with other people’s lives. Ayaan notices the moisture in my eyes and gently caresses the corner of my eye, drawing my attention to him again.
“I don’t want you to ever see the day when you’ll have to face the consequences of your father’s actions. So, for now, even I hope that it’s not him behind Dad’s accident.”
He kisses my forehead to comfort me, but nothing calms the raging thoughts in my head related to Dad’s past deeds, including the one that was uncovered before me last evening. But I mask my worry, not wanting Ayaan to read them on my face. I smile in assurance when he pulls away and meets my gaze again.
“Go and do whatever you have to. Your Queen can wait.”
Ayaan takes a sigh of relief, and another mischievous grin lights up his face.
“Tonight, I plan to take full advantage of you Mrs. Meher Walia Shergill.”
“I hope you do,” I answer, unable to contain my excitement.
We both grin at each other, and he squeezes my upper arms again in reassurance.
“I’ll pick you up from the Walia House later. Just text me when you are done with the rituals there,” he finally says before stepping behind and leaving the room.
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An hour later, when I come down to find Ayaan and Kailash uncle, a servant informs me that uncle is busy in the kitchen, preparing Dosas for breakfast. I hurry into the kitchen to intervene.
