Christina's POV

Today's morning feels different. The sun is smiling brightly, blessing the earth with its warm rays of light. The chirping of the birds brings harmony in the busy city of people. The soft air patting on the skin ensuring that today is indeed different. I can sense it. No negativity is pushing me, no tears made me sleep last night. For the first time in a long time, I don't feel contempt rather I feel happy. 

Removing the blanket, I enter the washroom to do my daily routine. Getting ready I come to make breakfast for him. The maids greet me and leave the kitchen to do their respective chores. I finish making the breakfast and set the table for him. After some times he comes down wearing a pair of trousers and light blue t-shirt. Looking handsome as always. This is the first time I'm seeing him not wearing his businessman attire which makes him look beastly. He looks like a carefree man having no worries about the world. Very admirable I must say.

How does he manage to look excellent even in causal clothing?

"Click a photo it would last longer." I didn't realize when he stands in front him. I was shamelessly checking him out. He saw see it, didn't he? My cheeks burn up with embarrassment.

"W-what?" I act unknown, "Um what would you like for breakfast?" 

"Coffee." He says coldly. 

Bloody arrogant!

Serving him his food, I'm about to step away when he says, "Breakfasts are meant to have in the morning."

I turn around, he is drinking coffee leisurely while scrolling down something on his phone. 

"You know normally a person would just say, "Have your breakfast or won't you eat?" I'm annoyed by this man, that's beyond explaining.

He rises an eyebrow perfectly. 

"But you're anything but normal, of course!" I comment.

"My coffee is cold." He is calm, mysteriously, "Make me another one."

This man is unbelievable.

Grabbing the cup, my anger burst almost burst my brain. The cup is empty, just a little leftover swimming at the bottom.

"And normally a person would also just ask for another cup." I grit my teeth.

"But you said I'm anything but normal." He says maintaining the same cool tone.

"And you needed to proof that, because?" I swear I'll now choke him to death.

"Eat!" Passing a plate of pancakes, he orders.

When did he get it? How did he work so swiftly? 

Giving up I finally take my seat as my stomach would tear up if I don't feed it now. 

"Pack some warm clothes, we'll be leaving in twenty minutes." He slice into his pancakes perfectly.

"What?" Confusion hovers me.

"We're visiting my grandpa." 

Before I'd ask further questions he left, just like that.

Visiting his grandpa? 

I didn't know he had grandparents. Hell I didn't even know his first name a few months earlier and now I don't know anything about him just than his name now.

Will anyone believe I live under the same roof with a complete stranger who is legally my husband? 

God! Where are you leading my life?

After twenty minutes I drag my luggage down the stairs, where my devilishly handsome husband is waiting, all dressed up in his attractive get up.

Yes, there is no denying he is handsome and beautiful than human possibilities but only if his heart would be less dessert like.

"I don't have all day." 

Well his grumpiness returns. I'm not surprised at all. 

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We reach at the airport within half an hour or so. But instead of stopping the car in front of the airport he drives on the other side and stop the car at  the tarmac.

"Don't we've to enter the airport first?" I ask being surprised.

He gets out without replying and I walk behind him like a lost puppy. He walks to a huge plane.

Its light golden  skin in glistering under the bright sun. It's huge as much as it's a beauty to die for.

He owns a private jet. 

Why the hell even this shocks me? He has mountains of money to buy luxury.

Cliche for every billionaire, I'd say.

The interior is more gorgeous  than the exterior. There is around six pair of creamy white seats and each has a small and round and very polished wooden table. 

"It's Damion, you're pilot for today. The weather is clear and the plane will take in five minutes. Please buckle your seat belts. Thank you." 

Hearing the announcement, I sit far away from him. At least here I don't want to face his arrogant and stupid face. I peek through the window as the plane is about to take off. 

Oh no!

My heart stops beating and blood exploding in my veins, my mind has been frozen. My lungs are closed. 

This is happening! This happening again!

How am I so forgetful?

"K-Klaus!" It's merely a whisper, "Klaus!"My throat shakes, not allowing me further than whispering. 

All am I begging him to turn around. 

Please!

After an century, I hear faint a voice, calling my name.Everything is blur and my brain is numbed. 

"Shit, don't tell me you've aerophobia!" He says, "Fuck!"

I can't say more, the current events are beyond my understanding now. All I know, I'm feeling something on my lips, might be fingers, I don't know. May be he has fed me something and seconds later I'm lost into darkness.

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