Chapter 17: Chapter 17

*Satvi Pov*

Help me! I screamed in my mind feeling the water filling my lungs making me unable to breathe completely. I screamed more before opening my eyes to see myself in a house.

I started taking deep breaths and brushed my forehead to remove sweat drops from it. I started looking around moving my sitting position, which made me suddenly fall down from the couch, and the blanket got around me, making me unable to stand up.

God! I thought groaning with severe headache and the terror I felt in the nightmare. I shook my head and got up to see it is still midnight.

I didn’t get this nightmare after coming to this house, so I thought it was just a side effect after coming out of a coma but looks like they are back to torture me. I am not even getting Rohan’s nightmare too! I thought, frowning.

I glanced at the pillow I lay on the couch, which I brought here abruptly when he went inside the washroom along with the blanket not feeling good to sleep beside him.

Nevertheless, now I don’t want to sleep alone at all! I thought irritated with my own thought of fear before taking the pillow into my hands.

It would be so bad, and he will smirk at me when I go back to his room. I shook my head, thinking there must be another way, but I know I need someone beside me until I finally not get these dreams.

I walked inside the room surprised to see that it is still not locked. I tiptoed to the bed and slowly put the pillow on my side, keeping my attention on his sleeping form who is completely on his side.

I even more slowly tried to lay myself on the bed, still watching him, but stopped when he suddenly removed his hand from his face and stared directly at me.

“I am feeling completely uncomfortable on the couch. I would have not come, but my neck also pains, and I wish there was some other bed. And…” I continued to blabber before he could say even a single word.

“Shut up and sleep!” he said coldly, and I did immediately laying on the bed.

I closed my eyes staying only on my side and after making myself comfortable I sighed with relief. I don’t know how I am sleeping on that couch every afternoon.

I suddenly felt his hand on my waist, making me froze regardless of the fact that he does every day. But the difference is that I never felt this scared of him like everyday after today’s stunt.

“Just sleep and don’t move!” he mumbled and I did within minutes, but not before thinking why my one nightmare is giving comfort from the other nightmare.

For the next few days, I kept my distance from him as much as I can and didn’t even utter a single word to him making me feel disturbed actually as he is the only one with whom I can talk, but he doesn’t have any difference because of that.

But one difference I saw today is he walked inside the double locked room which was his old room which his wife when I was downstairs and didn’t return for two hours making me fidget with my fingers.

When indeed he returned from the room, I saw a look on his face, which actually made me uncomfortable completely. Because there is no scowl and not even a blank expression. His face is completely pleasant and for the first time, I started observing his features.

He started walking down the stairs, and I continued my observation. He is handsome! Why did I never see that before? I thought, frowning because come on he has that face which would make any girl want to take a second look for sure.

Well, I can’t be in wrong here because no matter how perfect a face can be with some coldness or blankness, we can never know the true face.

However, why did this pleasantness suddenly appear on his face? Is it because he spent some time with his wife’s memories? I thought and the questions just increased.

Wife? I am his wife right? Then what should I call his first wife as? I don’t even know her name, for god’s sake! I thought, frowning and by that time he reached the dining table to have his breakfast.

He is in his casual attire as today is Sunday, and he doesn’t have to get to the office. Does he really love her this much? I thought still pondering on his pleasant expression.

Feeling my gaze continuously he finally looked up, staring back at me. He looked little surprised immediately, but covered it within seconds.

“What?” he asked, frowning.

“What is your wife’s name?” I asked him, hoping to give a name and not call her wife all the time when it confuses me more.

“Why?” He asked, frowning more.

“Will you lose anything?” I asked him calmly, not at all irritated with his back questions as I guess I am getting used to them.

“No! Her name is Swetha.” He replied.

“Nice name!” I mumbled before having my breakfast.

“Why are you talking to me?” he suddenly asked with suspicion.

“Is it irritating you? If it is, then I am happy.” I replied, shrugging and he just rolled his eyes.

“Can we go outside?” I asked him even though I know his answer.

“No!” he replied.

“Then tell me about your family.” I said casually.

“They do not concern you.” He replied, not giving me a glance.

“Then tell me about Swetha.” I said not all affected by his reply.

“Before you say, she doesn’t concern me. She actually does, so say about her.” I said, cutting him off when he opened his mouth.

I waited for a few minutes hoping he will say something. Nevertheless, he didn’t so I decided he will not and started getting up. His voice made me stop from doing it and I put my concentration only on him.

“She was a lovely girl. She always had this smile on her face whenever I am around her. She was sensitive as well, but only for her family. Anyone will smile by just hearing her words, and it is very hard not to like her. She was really cute.” He said looking somewhere else with a far-away look with a small smile on his face making me stop breathing for a few seconds.

“But I think I got her too easily.” He added with no smile except some pain in his voice.

I can feel it just by hearing it and I so just wanted to reach out to touch his hand. Which I did by forgetting about everything that happened in the past few weeks.

I squeezed his hand, which brought him back to present, and he immediately masked his pain into blankness. Then he glanced at my hand on his and then at my face with a frown.

It happened more than a year back, but his love and pain are still fresh like it just happened yesterday. Until today, I thought he was exaggerating with the coldness, he says, about the hate he has for me, but now I can understand.

Nevertheless, I wish he got me some legal punishment, and I would have accepted it without fighting because if I am deserving of it, then I will bear. I wish he didn’t have got too blinded like this.

I came out of my thoughts when he took his hand away from me, and I even realized I must have stepped into a forbidden territory. I shook my head before taking back my hand before he could say anything and stared at my empty plate.

He cleared his throat before getting up and left the room to go upstairs. I placed my head on the table questioning myself about the stunt I just pulled. He must think I must be so crazy! I thought groaning.

And I can’t help but feel the guiltiness which is increasing even more now. But I even have the dilemma regarding that. I am even torn in that matter.

I suddenly realized what I should do to be sure about the feeling I have and started planning it in my head by which I can forget what in the hell did I felt from the time he got out of his old room and when he removed his hand away from mine.

I know I hid my money and the key to the other bedroom safely. I will need them for tomorrow’s risk I am going to take. What more will I lose by getting caught?

I can’t sit back calmly and just believe the words I am informed by everyone around me right? I asked myself and even my conscious agreed to it.

The whole day we kind of made small conversations with each other mainly regarding what does he wish to eat for lunch and dinner, and I tried to know little more about Swetha.

All he is saying is she is the best, and I can believe that completely hearing his confirmed voice. Nonetheless, each passing knowledge about her is making me more desperate to know the truth.

I just wish with all my heart that I am not the one who is behind her death! Because I know I can never bear it, and it will never help me in the fight against him after feeling the love he has for her.

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