Sorry if any typos, i wrote this with sleep filled in my eyes, nd fever and ache in my body…lol nvm

Enjoy!!!!

I made myself a drink, as i sat on the couch in my bedroom, and my gaze fixed on her, who slept at the floor, shivering due to cold, her half face covered with her hairs,her skin shone in the moonlight as i stared at her intensely, taking another sip from the scotch filled in my glass. I watched her, shivering, hugging herself, and to be honest my heart ached. I wanted to make her suffer - suffer till her last breath, but seeing her like this is making me sad-angry-hurt.

I hate this.

I am hating this feeling, building in me, the soft side for her is blooming in me once again.

After I got betrayed once, my heart is getting ready to be betrayed again. The reason I am sitting here at 2 a.m, staring at her is because I am not getting sleep now either.

I thought -

After owning her finally one day ,i will get a peaceful sleep, of triumph, but no-

It's the same-

Or I can say I'm more miserable.

She is right in front of me-

And i can't own her as i did before, the way i loved her-

I can't love her the same way

Those memories were beautiful and can't be repeated -

I wanted it to, but i don't want to be the same person, who easily got fooled and heart broken, he thought -

True love exists

But it doesn't!!!

Of course it doesn't, it's the game of Infatuation- lust -attraction, sometimes greed.

Nothing else!!!!!

I poured myself another drink, and looked at her whose slumber broke, probably due to the glass clinking sound.

She looks at me, with sleepy eyes, who was sitting in the moonlight drinking,

She regards at me confused -

And I guess I know what she is thinking.

I never drinked!

I hated it, when people lose their mind, drunk,drugged or intoxicated, it was awful. 

But now I guess I know it's not awful but good. Drinking helps to forget, forget the thoughts building in our mind -only for a short period - but still it does!!!

And that's enough!!!!!

She opened her mouth to speak something, 

"I AM HUNGRY"I said, cutting her off in a cold tone, she stared at me and nodded after a few minutes. She pushed herself up on her feets, her hairs looked messy, and her dress crumpled her thigh was visible, which didn't go unnoticed by me, she walked towards the door

"Lemme ask the cook to make you din-"

"Not them"she stopped and looked at me, i leaned back.

"You…cook something for me"i said with a smug expression, she said nothing and just nodded, walking out.

｡◕‿◕｡

I walked downwards towards the kitchen, after ten minutes waiting for her, only to see her struggling, searching for the vessel.

Ouch!!!

She changed her outfit!!!

She wore a black skin tight kurti, with a black salwar,i shouldn't be doing this but my heart melted at the scene, as she bought all her hairs together and formed a messy bun out if it, my all anger, all pain vanished, and i felt something -strange.

My heart fluttered, and my body heated up.

I walked towards her, living in my own dream, with an idiotic smile on my face, and stood beside her placing my both hands on slab.

"So-"

"What do you want to eat?"she said in a cold voice.

My whole dream broke once again!!

And anger took place in me- my eyes filled with rage and fury as I heard her question, my jaw clenched and teeth gritted.

I stepped back.

She should remember this!!!

That was the most special memory for us!!!

One of the best for us!!!!

Everytime when she sneaks out with me, we ate only one thing.

When I am hungry.

At midnight.

She knows it very well!!!

IF AM HUNGRY AT MIDNIGHT THERE IS ONLY ONE THING I WILL EAT!!!!

"Nothing…am not hungry anymore?!!"I said stepping back, my teeth gritting, and lips pressed into a thin line, my hand went to the salt jar and I knocked it down before turning and marching upstairs back.