Chapter 69: Chapter 69

Edith

I walked out of the bedroom getting angry on Sandro to sit on a sofa of the living room. Why does no one in my family understand my feelings? Facing my dad after all the foolish placades I pulled was getting me a shiver of fear. I did not know when my eyes have gone closed and how I reached back to bedroom but no sooner I open my eyes I feel strong hands supporting me to a muscled chest.

Sandro brought me back to the bedroom though I have no idea how and when. As I stir in his embrace enveloped in his enchanting scent of hue and lemon he kisses my head and leapt his eyes open in a untold consolation. "Don't worry Sweet Cakes, I grant you a wish today. No one from your family is going to scold you irrespective of the crazy sketches you drew with your good for nothing boyfriend." I scowl at his derisive remark but he doesn't seem to care about it. "In return you should promise me you will marry the man your parents choose for you."

What the heck! I was about to speak but he stops me placing his finger on my lips. "I understand your concerns. You have got a right to marry according to your choice but do you think you are still left with the option by your silly actions? Your parents are your first well wishers. They wouldn't choose a wrong person for you." He nibbles my cheeks in a soft consolation and my eyes travel from his sexy bed hair to his soft pink lips. He chuckles and pecks my lips, understanding everything. I think my mind is an open book to him.

"Believe in your parent’s decision Sweet Cakes. Follow your mother's footprints and I promise you history is going to repeat in your life. You will be happy with your husband. He will be 'the' person for you who you would love to get married." I find Sandro's words getting weirder with each passing second. There is some block missing in the jigsaw puzzle.

"Are you the Almighty to grant wishes to me?" I glower and attempt to crawl away from bed but his arm reaches me firm and strong as he speaks gritting his teeth. "Damn it! How many times should I tell you when I speak don't turn your back and walk away." I push him on the chest with my free hand and his top part of the body moves backward, not that I was strong and could invoke a movement in him but because he wanted to oblige me. "Yes I am the Almighty for you who is going to save you for all the chaos you invited in your life and don't you dare question me on this." He points to me a finger that I wanted to bite so hard for my teeth to get fixed in it.

My eyes charge him in angry slits. "You think too high of yourself that you are actually not, Allesandro Martin. Stop acting to be my savior. If you really loved me, you would have respected my feelings and did something for initiating our marriage." Before he replies there was a knock on the door. A float of shopping cartons moves inside one after another in a never ending flow for the next half an hour. "What is this junk doing inside the room?" I hit my words on Sandro. He inhales heavy and then exhales closing his eyes as though trying to calm himself.

"I hate for you to go back to that God forbidden place to pick your stuff. That's why yesterday night after you slept I placed orders for all the things that you would require. These cartons include cosmetics, dresses, footwear including jewellery that you would definitely love to put on." There was a proud smile on his lips pointing to the cartons. "Check on them, if I missed anything and let me know so that I can buy you more." He tells me in tenderness about to reach me but I avoid his touch moving behind. "Stop imposing your decisions upon me." Some unknown emotion flashed in his eyes that I was unable to decipher.

"Who are you, my father, brother or a husband? Stay in your limits Allesandro." My anger went beyond control. "I'm not a doll to behave at your own interest. Your intrusion is too much suffocating." I pushed one of the cartons angrily with my leg and reached the remote to put on the TV. He drew menacing steps towards me and spoke between gritting teeth. "Oh yeah?" My legs began to move back in fright. He is a monster when he gets angry. Pinning me to the wall with his hands on either side of my face he slowly brings his head down to angle with my lips.

My lips tremble in fear facing his devilish aura. "You are misbehaving." I caution in a low tone. "I haven't yet started to misbehave my little kitten." What a supercilious haughty hunk! I pined for courage praying God and lay my hands on both sides of his chest to push him. For a few moments he wouldn't move.... not an inch and stared into my eyes in an uncensored version. Finally he decides to take a step back and I looked besides at the lamp shade that was placed on the bedside table.

A crooked smile erupts out of my lips "No Edith no...." He raises his forefinger shaking his hand and looks at me in warning but it was too late. I drop the porcelain decoration article to the floor. "You want to show your control upon me then this is what you get." For the coming half an hour he went running behind to stop me while I destroy every item in the room that could catch my attention. After all the articles in the room were efficiently demolished I had an accomplished smile that won me a glare from him but who cares? It was my reprisal for his ignorance.

Cleaning my hands in the washbasin after the wreck I created of the room I tell him. "Every single article that you purchased for me is crushed to pieces now. I hope you are happy." My eyes then shift to the dresses on the bed in a mischievous cackle, he runs to me and holds my hands. "Edith, enough of nuisance I tolerated of you. One look of yours at those dresses, I am warning you in advance you wouldn't like to see my vicious upshot. I will donate all those dresses to an orphanage. Kindly do not destroy them." He tells me condensed. I sneer and force my hands out of his hold. "If you do not wish to care for my feelings then this is what you get." I point to the chaotic place around me.

"Edith" His tone was in perilous deterrence but I wasn't a person to backdown. I made a face to him, quickly run to the washroom and lock myself to escape his temper. Habitually he controls his chuckles and mutters with a poker face. "damn stubborn and anarchic like always." Half an hour later, I hear another knock. "Okay let us come to a deal Edith. I will not go angry or talk to you anything related to what happened a few minutes ago and you will get dressed in half an hour to board the flight."

The travel in the car as well as the flight went in silence with him trying to initiate a conversation and me ignoring him to the best way I can.

The nearer we got to my parent's house the faster was the shoot of my pulse. "Edith, everything will be fine." Sandro tries to ensure me and was about to reach my hand but I avoided him like a plague pulling my arm away from his outstretch. He closes his eyes tight as if he suffers an explosive pain. Though it aches me I resist my emotions. I wasn't the one to reject him but it was the other way. He should learn his lessons one way or the other.

To my relief my mother opened the entrance and hugged me tight. My father came behind her and kissed my forehead. Both of them invited Sandro inside and exchanged greetings, thanked him for taking care of me. It was a surprise that both my brothers were also present in the house. Our entire family met only during Christmas and thanks giving but today seems to be special with no actual occasion. Probably all of them had joined together to take a class for me. What a bright destiny you fetched for yourself Edith...to get scolded from younger brother too.

But to my relief just like Sandro promised no one raised a finger at me and enquired about my shamed relationship with Shelton. With the way things were going in the house like nothing happened I was astonished at the same time doubtful if my mafia family and crazy boyfriend or a supposed boyfriend had still left Shelton alive after I narrated my complete past.

I stayed in my bedroom and was strictly instructed by my mother not to come out until I was told. I smelt something fishy but did not dare to question her because I wish not to get under the skin of my obsessive father or bossy older brother. My complete family and Sandro sat in the living hall. I could note my parents weren't revealing something I need to know and it was irritating me.

From the wall mounted glass window of my bedroom situated in the first floor I could see a clear view of my brothers, father and Sandro involved in a very serious conversation in the downstairs living hall. Though I couldn't hear anything, I could see Sandro was trying to explain them some things. The drinks and snacks kept served in trips by the servants. Sometimes I could see my mother rubbing the back of my father in a subtle consolation. I wonder what was going on so serious in discussion that I wasn't allowed to participate.

Two hours later I could see a warm smile on my father's face. He shook hands with Sandro like the later won a prize. Charles took steps forward and hugged him going jubilant. Henry who was till then a silent spectator also came forward and embraced Sandro like they were true brothers. Champagne was served like it was a moment of celebration and all of them raised their glasses for a toast. I understood there was something very serious and distinctive going on to which I was restricted and I wanted to break someone's head for not including me in the merrymaking.

Finally as things levelled one of the maids came to my room and asked me to come out. My dad looked at me with welling tears of happiness. My mother came and hugged me bursting to tears. I did not know what was happening. My brothers walked to my left and right and kissed my head. Henry talked to Charles something in Italian. I do not understand the language but with the little knowledge from school that I had as a third language I understood they were speaking something related to marriage.

My father shared a look with my brothers that said to keep their mouths shut. Sandro who was till then a silent spectator looked at me with a soft smile. Was I the only person here who did not understand Italian? He gazes at me in love and pats my cheeks with the tips of his fingers.

Half an hour later the dinner was served with mouth watering dishes from Italian, French and Russian. Why was a feast conducted today in the house when there was no occasion?

After having dinner my parents and brothers give Sandro a warm send off but he comes back to me. "Study well and stay good with no mischief. Okay?" He asks me in an injunction. "You will come back to my home for writing your examination after a month." Holding my face in his large hands he pecks my lips.

What? Open display of affection that too in the presence of my parents? Sandro wouldn't reveal his fondness even when I screamed my feelings to him but today he proclaimed his affinity blatantly in the presence of my family by kissing me.

What is happening and most importantly why is my dad having no objection to it?