Grief changes shape, but it never ends."
-Keanu Reeves
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It pains. Everything in my body aches. My muscles are on fire and all my facial bones hurt.
I regret it now.
Pulling an all nighter and working my brains out the entire night. All thanks to this sham of a marriage to my only three months husband and shifting countries. Responsibilities have tripled and it has become too difficult to oversee the matters from both countries.
I groan pushing away my laptop and bundles of work files along with it. Finally I slide out of the uncomfortable armchair and stare at the morning sun which is readily spilling its golden light inside the room.
I get into the shower and groan in pleasure as the hot water comes in contact with my skin almost soothing my coiled neck and back muscles. As I stand under the hot shower my mind wavers back to yesterday night. The way he just used and discarded me for a single call. No explanations. Nothing. He just ignored and threw me away like I was a mere plaything he was having fun with. My mind sours further.
How dare he?
No. The right question is, how dare me, to let my guards down infront of him?.
I sigh halting my thoughts there.
It will end. It must end.
Whatever was going on in my mind, whatever shit got into me yesterday must end right at this moment. Nick is nothing but a master-manipulator and I must be insane to let him or any other human, into my mind.
And above all, right now my armours should be raised by a feet or two, because it's not only about me now. I have to be strong for my little-fairy. Any sign of weakness and it directly affects my baby. I stare into my flat stomach with new found determination before I step out of bathroom.
I tense sensing a presence in the room. My hold on the towel tightens and my gaze swiftly drifts towards the mirror.
My breath gets knocked for a second. Nick is standing infront of the mirror his phone tucked between his shoulder blade and ear as he slowly removes his tie. His blazer is gone and top buttons of his shirt are undone and his muscles strains against his white shirt with his every movement.
I still in my place holding my breath as to not alert him. With my gaze locked on his back, I try sliding into the walk- in-closet. I slowly reach up till the door and relief washes over my features as I unlock the door ever so quietly.
With a sigh of relief I slide inside and shut the door. But something rather someone's hot stare catches through the corner of my eyes. My breathing quickens and without a second thought I harshly open the door and stare at the mirror. True to my suspicions, I'm greeted by a smirking face of Nick through mirror. Now he is standing casually, hands in his pockets.
My eyes meet his stormy ones and he winks. He Bloody winks at me.
I stare at him dumbfounded. My eyes unblinking. My mouth opens and shuts on its own accord. Not clearly knowing what to say or do.
Bloody charmer.
Fuck you and your charming skills. I'm not going to be affected by this. With a final glare I slam the door shut on his smirking face.
The nerve of him to come home after spending whole night at God knows where and behave as if nothing happened last night.
I let out an irritated growl as I slam shut the refrigerator door followed by the cabinet doors in the kitchen. Charlie is throwing irritated glances at me while waiting for her noble highness to make his presence at the breakfast table.
"Charlie!"
I yell out her name in annoyance. Can't she see that I'm scratching my head from past few minutes.
"I'm not deaf", is her only reply.
I roll my eyes and turn towards her, "Don't you have anything sweet stocked?"
"Depends", she answers in a word like a damn lady-lion she is.
My eyebrows furrow at her weird reply. "Depends on what?".
"Depends on who needs it".
"Ofcourse me. Then whom?", I question confused.
"Then yes. We do have", she replies unfazed without moving from her seat.
Damn her and her attitude. I'm not ready dealing with her queenly attitude now. My mind is already bitter with no sleep last night and on top of that, this fucking craving hit me now.
Craving for dark chocolates. Well anything sweet.
I hated all these stuffs before a month but now here I'm, raising hell-fire for damn chocolates like a five year old.
I want to stomp the floor like a five year right now. Im irritated, hungry, tired and I want to throw one of those plates on top of Charlie.
I lower my pride and ask for one last time.
"Are you going to move your fat ass away from that chair and help me find the chocolates or should I order online by myself?".
She snaps her head towards me and her response is a fierce glare. I roll my eyes inwardly.
Common show something different.
I have seen your ocean sized eyeballs.
"Don't ever disrespect me", she snarls and stomps towards the attached door within the kitchen which I assume is the store room.
I sneakily follow behind her into the storeroom without making noise. She strides carefully towards a small table placed at the faraway corner and retracts a key and with measured steps she slides towards a small door and a fog of cold air hits me. I realize it's a cold storage area where food items and beverages are stocked in. What surprises me is the wide variety of sweets and confectioneries like that of a bakehouse that are available.
"We do have sweets, but I keep them hidden", she says opening the cabinet.
Weird.
I stare at her as i grab a handful of chocolates and ice cream like a greedy child.
"How can you hide the sweets?, There are no kids around here", I ask in confusion. Now I think of it from the day I have come I haven't seen a trace of sweets in the mansion.
Double Weird.
"You wish", Charlie groans as we make way towards the breakfast table. I follow her pressing the bags of chocolates to my chest as if they are my precious possessions. Obviously for now.
"By the way this should stay between us, the hiding spot", she sighs. "God knows how I managed to hide the keys for this long".
My interest piques further. What the hell is she speaking?
"Can you please be bit more clear? I'm really confused right now".
"Confused of what?", a high pitched voice echoes in the hall bringing a sudden halt to my enquiry.
Nick is frowning standing in the doorway. His hands tucked in his sweatpants and hair wet from the recent shower. My gaze lingers on his toned arms before I swallow and make my way towards the table.
"Nothing. I was just giving away your secret to your new bride", Charlie says as she joins us for breakfast.
"What secret?", I stare at her unable to keep my mouth shut.
"A secret that we have a sweet thief among us", Charlie supplies.
"Charlie.....", Nick groans narrowing his gaze on her.
"What?", she glares him down. "You are married. There must not be any secrets between you two", she throws a smug smile before turning towards me.
"Charlie..... , you are making it look like I'm hiding away my first wife somewhere", he scoffs.
"Might be", I add stuffing my mouth with dark chocolates.
His sharp gaze turns towards me and his eyes slide down to bags of chocolates I have infront of me. Something glints in his eyes and without notice he lunges towards my chocolates but my reflexes are fast as I spread my both arms on the table and grab them towards me.
No. Not today you asshole. I'm not sharing.
"What the fuck? Don't be a kid", he sneers.
"Go and get one for yourself", I retorts.
"As if I can do that", He glares at smirking Charlie as he continues. "Don't tell me you have teamed up my own wife against me", he throws an accusing glare at her for which she scoffs.
"Don't worry I haven't told her yet about your little secret", she whispers near his ear. "That you sneak around at midnights and eat bags of sweets like a sweet-glutton".
His gaze meets mine and we hold it for a few seconds before he snaps towards Charlie. His ears and cheeks flushed.
"Perfect. I was expecting this rather sooner than later. Now are you going to serve my breakfast or what?", he snaps but Charlie seems unmoved by his tone. If anything she has a smug look on her face.
I choke, the new found information sending a zolt of strange electricity through me.
Nick has sweet tooth.
Strange. He looks too bitter. Maybe that's how he manages his bitterness, by eating tons of sweets.
At the time I finish and raise my head two pairs of eyes are staring at me dumbfounded. I stare back at them confused. I follow Nick's amused stare and I gasp seeing the wrappers of chocolate covers that are sitting infront of me.
Tell me I didn't finish all this
But I did. The proof is infront of me.
"Ok, well. I didn't know you too had a sweet tooth", Charlie deadpan.
"I don't", I say quickly. "It's just that....I..I.. felt like tasting them all.
That's all", I stand and rush towards my room. My lies seem unbelievable even to me.
God. This craving of mine is sure gonna put me in trouble. I sit back on the couch and open my mails to go through them. A click on the door indicates me that Nick is back into the room. He comes and stands behind me without moving, making the hairs on my nape stand up.
I adjust myself comfortably in my seat and continue my work not acknowledging him.
A throat clearing voice echoes in the room and I'm damn sure he is trying to grab my attention. But I don't give a damn and continue with my work.
This time the sound is clear and loud and I fight back my urge to strangle his throat to stop those noises permanently.
A third time when he repeats that he appears on the edge and I can recognize the hint of anger in his tone.
"Cofsils are in the drawer behind you", I reply unfazed in small voice. That does it. Within a second he is face to face with me and he drags me up by my arms.
My laptop falls down onto the couch.
The nerve of him.
"Don't touch me", I snap twisting and getting away from his steel grip.
"Never. I mean never show your physical strength on me", I'm burning in anger now.
"What's wrong with you?", he asks carefully taking a step back sensing my anger.
"You", I stare up at him matching his glare. "Your don't get to touch me whenever you need", I reply back in a small voice but I emphasize my each words.
He laughs. His deep chuckle rumbling down from his chest. He laughs like I have lost my mind to even suggest that thing. In a second he is infront of me , gripping my jaw in his hand and tilting up my face till they meet his stormy ones.
"My touch burns you?, is that it?", he growls near to my lips.
I stare at him, not cowering back. I stare right into his grey eyes that are almost turning pitch black with anger or maybe something else.......
"Yes", I reply as his grip tightens on my jaw. "Your touch disgust me".
His jaw clenches and he is second away from snapping my face but I don't stop.
"Now that I have made it clear, let. Go. Of. Me.", I grit my teeth but he doesn't releases. He tightens and leans down till we are face to face with each other.
"Ok", he replies ever so calmly. "Then why the fuck did you not flinch away when I touched you yesterday?, or was yesterday an exception?", he growls the last part making me flinch.

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