Scarred Love - Chapter 50

“What do you know?”

Ishani looked at Rudra and smiled a little. 

“Well, I know all about your anger issues.”

“My anger issues?” he asked, a sense of dread creeping inside him.

Does she know about the nightmares?

“Yep! I read it on the internet that you can’t control your anger,” she said as she placed a plate of eggs in front of him.

“And?”

“And that it sometimes lands you in problems with the media and other people in the industry.”

“Oh!” he sighed with relief.

“I thought something else,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the fork.

“Why? Should I know something else?” she asked looking up at him.

“Nope!”

Silently he ate his eggs while she finished her burger. Wiping her hands on the issue paper, she leant against her chair and stared at him.

“What is Genus?” she asked suddenly.

“It’s a place I had bought some years ago for one of my hotels. But then I dropped the project as the location was not that good.”

“’But why is still under construction?”

“Well, I am trying to get the construction done as soon as possible but the workers only work at day there, so it’s kind of slow.”

“Why?”

“Coz the place is haunted,” he replied putting the fork down and getting up from the table picking up his coffee mug.

“WHAT!?”

Rudra just nodded and went towards the drawing room. Just as he sat down, she came inside the room and pulled at his arm.

“The place is haunted?”

“Yes. A long time ago there was a huge house there. The family of four who lived there were murdered one night. The killers burnt the house down along with the family.”

Suddenly Ishani shivered as his words zipped through her mind. A small yet blurred image of the past just flickered in her mind’s eye and then vanished.

Rudra watched her intently as at first her eyes clouded and then her face became rigid. But as suddenly as it had come, the expression was gone.

She staggered to the sofa and collapsed on it. Clutching her head, she tried hard to blank out the screeching voices in her mind.

“ISHI!”

The cold shivers started again and she slowly started to burn up. She clutched sofa hard trying to control the turmoil but nothing happened. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a hand on clenched fingers. A thumb was rubbing them softly and she felt the voices subsiding slowly.

“You okay?” Rudra asked looking concerned.

She nodded trembling and felt him pulling her in his arms.

“You are shivering. Let’s go,” she heard him say as he tugged her softly and she obliged.

He held her all the way as she struggled to go into her bedroom. Making her sit, he clutched the glass of water resting on the bedside table and made her drink it.

“What happened?” he asked once she was a little settled.

“Nothing, just panic attack.”

“Are these attacks frequent?”

Ishani shook her head and shivered again. Instinctively, she circled her arms around him and instantly felt his arms going around her.

She pressed her face to his chest and said in a shaky voice, “Aren’t you scared of staying at Genus alone at night?”

Rudra flicked her face up and looked into her eyes.

“No Ishani, I am not scared. I have seen scarier things in my life.”

“But why do you go there?”

Sighing, he let her go and walked towards the door of the balcony.

“I go there when I—”

“When you need to be alone,” she finished for him.

She saw him smile and suddenly a shadow of sadness crossed his eyes but it was gone in a matter of seconds.

“Ishani, I don’t need to do anything special to be alone. I am alone,” he said turning away from her. 

She got up and slowly walked to him, and then hugged him from behind.

“You are not alone, Rudra. You have me,” she said pressing her face into his back.

Unclasping her hand, he dragged her in front of him and pulled her close. The moment he buried his face in her neck, she circled her arms around him and sighed.

“Promise me you will never leave me,” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her but he palmed her face and then said in a soft commanding voice, “Say it, Ishani.”

“I won’t, Rudra. I would never leave you.”

She saw him sigh and close his eyes in contentment as she buried her face in his chest.

“You know what I love the best?” he asked ruffling the back of her head.

Ishani questioningly gestured as she nuzzled her nose more into him and instantly felt him groan.

“You pressed to me like this. Your face buried in my chest urging me to hide you from the entire world.”

Hearing him, she pressed more and inhaled hard.

“What perfume do you use?” she asked looking up at him.

His eyes darkened with something more potent than lust at her question. He lowered his mouth to her ear and nuzzled playfully.

“Why? Do you like it?”

She nodded as a heightened moan escaped her lips.

“It’s called Rudra,” he whispered satisfactorily in her ear.

The moment she heard him, she pressed her nose to his shoulder and inhaled as hard as she could. His raw masculine scent engulfed her senses and gradually spread to every part of her body. But as it slithered on through her veins, a terrible fear slowly started to surface into her.

What if he again leaves her?

She squirmed and felt his arms tightening his grip on her.

“Rudra, please let me go,” she said as tried to move away vigorously fidgeting.

“Why?”

She looked up at him and felt her body going rigid with the fact that he had the power to hurt her more than she could fathom.

No, nobody will have the right to do that again to her.

“Please let me go,” she reiterated, her voice pitching high with anger and fear.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

The moment his arms relaxed a little, she moved a step away trying to get as much physical distance between them as possible.

“Coz you’re going to leave me again,” she said, her heart breaking into pieces with the realisation.

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