I stirred in my sleep when I felt soft fingers touch my cheek, I frowned and buried my face into the plush pillow, I felt footsteps walk around the bed and the bed shifted when someone sat on it.

Finger moved the hair covering my face apart and dragging knuckles across my sides, over my cheekbones, I opened my eye wide and grabbed the hand, I felt the person freeze, I snap my eyes open and look at two Hazel eyes, this time they were full of unfathomable rolls of emotion.

I am taken aback.

''W-What are you doing?'' I ask moving a little backwards, my messed up locks falling over my face, he didn't utter a single word, he just stared into my very soul, I simply shuddered. 

His eyes zeroed to my legs, my dress pull up till my knees, showing more skin it was supposed, I flinched when his warm hands touched my cold skin. I exhaled shakily, his eyes stirred on my skin before his thumbs rubbed small circles on them. 

I kicked his hands and jumped off the bed, my chest heaving and my heart racing, I closed my eyes inhaled, this man is capable of some strange things, he left me transfixed.

''Answer me'' I demand, with the last ounce of energy and confidence left in me. 

''Well, I came here to give you this'' he says holding a book in his hand, I frown and gaze at it.

''Sherlock Holmes, A Study In Scarlet?'' I asked tilting my head as I walked towards him, taking the book from his hand, it was new, the printed pages and the leather, this book is just released. 

''Yes, this is the newest and most popular novel in London, I thought you could improve your language with this'' he said looking up at me as he sat and I was still standing, he flicked the book with his fingers making it thud. 

''Improve my language? What is wrong with my language? Excuse me sir'' I say blinking my eyes, unable to believe his words.

''There is nothing wrong with your English'' he grumbles, raking his fingers through his lush hairs, which has grown long. ''It could be better, you have the potential''

My heart fluttered at his words, a small smile touched my lips and I smiled softly, I nodded. 

I open the book gentle and moved my fingers through the fresh pages, a scent of ink mixed with parchment coming from it. 

''You need a haircut so bad'' I say tugging his elongated locks, he shuddered, a glance of irritation in his eyes.

''None of your business, you're not my wife'' he snaps, his voice void of any expression, a burst of pain went through my heart at this.

''But why are you like this?'' I asked, trying to hide my extreme pain, sitting next to me, he pulled both his lips into his mouth before looking at me through his glasses.

''Like what?'' he asks obvious, trying to piss me off more, I inhaled sharply and glared into his dark eyes. 

''You're not the Anirudh I met years back'' I say in a serious tone, he seems quite taken aback by that, but he was good at hiding.

''Yes I am, that Anirudh, was a lovesick fool who never saw life in its true form, this Anirudh knows who deceitful life is, I saw it in its real self'' he says staring deep into my eyes, I gulp audibly.

''What do you intend to say by those words?'' I ask crossing my arms across my chest, trying to look mad and failing because my heart was breaking.

His fingers wrap around my small wrist and pull me closer to his, he tilts his head to the head and gives me an emotion void smile.

''You perfectly know what I mean kid'' he whispers darkly, before pressing a burning kiss on my cheeks. I exhaled shakily.

''Now I must get going, while you get ready for your college, it starts tomorrow, the headmaster called me'' he says getting up from the bed, adjusting his collars before walking away. He always left me transfixed.

. . . 

I woke up in the middle of the night to have a glass of water, even today I saw the lights on in his bedroom, I didn't want to embarrass myself again, so I decided to against my thoughts and not peek into his room. 

But something pulled me harder into the room, I tightened and zipped my taunting conscience and walked backwards, peeking softly into his bedroom door, faint lighting present coming out.

With a small creak, I opened it more to get a better view, I was shocked by what my eyes saw.

I saw him on his knees, his back facing me, I could guess his face was covered by his long locks and he looked at the floor.

He wore a silk nightdress, loosely dropped over his shoulders, his king-sized bed stood empty, neatly spread, untouched, I tiptoed inside and looked at the side of his face from afar.

His hair stuck to his face as his body shook, a whimper leaving his lips, he was crying, I slapped my mouth shut to stop myself from gasping, what is happening?

I heard him whisper a few words, I leaned closer to get a proper hearing, I was shaken by his words.

''I broke the promise I gave you mother, I-I promised that I will hold every woman in my life higher than me, respect them despite their younger age, I-I couldn't mom, I married a poor girl who thinks I love her, in reality, I don't, it was just a reckless decision, I wish I can change it, I really wish I could, you must be very disappointed in me mother, I am so sorry'' he cries clutching a parchment in his hands, holding it tightly until his knuckles went white.

My heart was breaking at his words, what is wrong with him? 

''And then there is her, I-I can't express that with mere words, she was supposed to b-be the one, instead, she is the one who made your son like this, a person you never wanted me to become, you taught me to love and she taught me to hate, n-no mother, she is a delicate soul, once my muse, a reason I wanted to go b-back to Bengal, everything about her is lies, s-she doesn't feel what I feel towards her, why did you go, i-if you were alive, you would have stopped me, that was so boyish of me, I thought a mere crush could be something deeper, I-I hate myself for that'' he rambled on and on, making my heart heavily

Who is he talking about?

His breathing became deeper and more stressed as I saw tears fall on the expensive carpet underneath, he banged the floor in some unknown emotional pain.

I wanted to help him but not now. 

''I'm so sorry mother, please please forgive me, I don't want to be so cold-hearted to either of them, especially her, but being this close to her triggers the pain she inflicted on me, knowingly or unknowingly she drove a dagger straight through my heart that day when she poured her every single secret, every lie, her deceit. And her back just making the knife twist harder into me, draining every compassion left in me like blood'' his words spilt off his quivering lips like poisonous honey.

''I know it, mom, I can feel it in every single nerve of my body, I am hurting her, I am being a complete rude ass, I can see the pain in her eyes, I don't want to, but every single time I look at her face, I feel the same knife being jabbed into me, from the day she came, she came in my dreams, smiling like an angel and thrusting the same dagger, again and again, she still had the smile when she twists the knife deeper while I feel my body going weaker and weaker, I can't mother, please help me'' he pleaded as he tugged his hairs.

''Mom, I lo-'' before he could complete whatever he was going to ramble, I fell into the temptation and hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck, breathing soothing breaths into the curve of his neck.

I felt his body freeze before leaning back and looking at my face, his face draining off every colour before he wiped his eyes, staring at me like I was an illusion. 

''I am so sorry'' I whisper placing both my hands on his cheeks ''I'll leave, I couldn't help'' I choke out, my eyes brimming with tears.

As I stand up to leave, he grips my hand tightly, I closed my eyes, waiting for an outburst, he pulled me so hard that I tumbled on his lap, a loud gasp leaving my lips.

He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his torso, I melted the moment when he wrapped his two hands around my torso, burying his face onto my chest like a small boy.

''Don't leave'' he whispered into me, his voice was so weak that it killed me. I placed my chin on top of his soft locks and rubbed my back soothingly. His blunt nails dug into my back softly without causing any pain as I felt tears on my bosoms, he's crying again.

I could feel his body shivering a bit as he wept into me, who knew such an arrogant barrister could be a little baby? Who is this girl he is talking about? And most of all, what happened to his mother?

''I won't'' I whisper rubbing his back softly, my legs tightening around his hips, his whole body was pasted on mine, I wondered if his legs hurt as I was sitting on him, but that was the least of my concern. 

''Thank you'' he says back, his voice faint into my chest, softly his breathing started to become calmer while I hummed a soft tune, it all felt so surreal. 

''You ok?'' I ask looking down at his buried face, he hums into me, I can't believe that such a low life like me is soothing a Landlord like him out of break down, who knew?

''I guess I am wrong mum'' was all he said.

. . .

Since when did I become so poetic? Cool, Im proud of ma self! Self-appreciation is a must sometimes eh?

Hope Y'all enjoyed it? Somethin's cookin' in ma busted brain, half of it is written when my tummy was filled with Vodka which was forcefully chugged down me so ignore the grammatical errors, sheesh. 

But I know you guys are shocked aren't ya? Huh Huh? I know it, but never mind! 

Buh-bye! Thank you for coming to my TED Talk!

Hang on! I forgot something, ah got it!

Happy Belated Birthday to that angel, Harry Styles, who is the reason your author never stays sane!

Happy Reading, next part coming out soon. Im sucha mess, crap.

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