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"Run!" A voice in her head screamed but she was frozen to act on it. The walls were closing in and she felt stuck between them. "Run!" Again the voice screamed which broke her out of the trance. She saw Parth's eyes which told her that she's in store for things that she definitely won't like. She decided to do the most rational but irrational thing she could do. She bolted upstairs towards the room.

She rushed inside the room and closed the room. She did notice that Parth was just calmly walking while she bolted. She sat behind the door, resting against the closed door. She could hear his footsteps slowly getting louder which increased the beating of her heart too. She tried to calm herself down, she felt the footsteps close then it came to a stop. She realised that he was just outside the room waiting for her.

"Laila, I didn't know that you were so stupid" said Parth laughing and Laila narrowed her eyebrows wondering what's happening. She knew that running away from a person she'd be forced to face was stupid but it was her flight or fight response and she chose flight. It was kind of stupid but it was it was. "There are so many guest rooms over here, even though it would infuriate me further but there were rooms owned by my family but out of all, you chose my bloody room, are you Really that stupid" asked Parth in disbelief.

Laila was confused with what's going on, "Out of all the rooms that I can't open or might not have access to, you chose the room I have complete freedom and access to, you chose the room I had for many years and know the nooks and cranny of, the fucking room that I can sneak in and out of" said Parth and Laila started to get panic. She closed the windows and balcony shut. She heard Parth laugh from the other side of the door, She wondered what is he amused of. "Don't tell me you closed the windows and the balcony door" said Parth

She felt caught of her actions, "You think that helps, Aww Naive little Laila" said Parth ridiculing her. "you chose the fucking room that I've complete control over, the room of which the keys I've and the controls I've" said Parth and Laila notice the door's Locks automatically open. She tried to run towards the door, in an attempt to apply her body weight and stop him. "The room I can open easily with my phone" said Parth and walked inside the room, smirking at her failed attempts while she stays dumbstruck at the series of events.

He casually walked inside the room the room calmly but the condition of hers was in stark contrast to this. He went towards the cupboard and took a set of his clothes. Her eyes trailed on him to see and observe his actions in an attempt to predict his next. He went to the washroom and changed into the set of clothes. Laila stood in the room, trying her best to make sense of what just happened to her. She tried to console herself by giving the explanation that he just threatened her to scare her, he wasn't going to do anything.

She thought to bolt out again but her thoughts circled back to what happened when she bolted in the first place. This was his home, he knew where when and how while she was new to everything. She sat down in the sofa and took deep breaths, trying to comfort herself with the explanation she made. She heard the door unlock and her eyes darted towards him. She stood up and walked away from the sofa. She noticed a bucket in his hand
Which was filled with water. Before she could've comprehend, it happened all together.

He emptied the cold water over her head. She felt the water dripping through her hair, down to her clothes. She was soaking wet and the cold temperature of the water made her nearly shiver. "Good night and don't wet my carpet" said Parth and went towards his bed. She glanced towards the cupboard to get a fresh set of clothes to change into and that's when notices the lock on the cupboard.

Parth had swiftly locked the cupboard when he took out his clothes. Her eyes then darted towards the washroom, she tried to open it but no luck over there either. She cursed her fate and her life decisions. She knew the bed wasn't an option and she had sleep on the cold floor, the carpet wasn't an option either. She tried to take one of the blankets from the bed but it was held from the other end.

"I don't want you to wet my blankets either" said Parth coldly and Laila blanked out on what he said. She sat on the floor and decided to sleep it off, sleeping through the chaos was her decision. She heard the sound of the remote and then she realised that Parth was decreasing the AC temperature, she was freezing here in the other side while he slept under his blankets. Laila contemplated her decisions.

"Please increase the temperature, it's too cold" said Laila. "No, this is the temperature I sleep in and it's better that you adjust to it" said Parth and held his blanket towards him. Laila felt the chills winds go up her spine, her heart palpatate due to the cold. She curled up into a fetus position to find keep all of her body heat. She tried to her best to sleep but it wasn't coming to her. She tried to change the train of her thoughts away from the chills. Vanya's words rushed into Laila's mind and dwelled into it

"I think it will be nice if you both go and visit Purvi, it plays as a tribute to this marriage too, you saw Laila at Purvi's function so it will be right only if you both go and meet Purvi together" the words replayed in Laila's mind. Purvi definitely takes centre stage in whatever is happening to her. Which function was it? Or was it just a lie. Laila tried to compartmentalise these thoughts to think straight. She knew that she had to investigate more into why Purvi did what she ends up doing, that might be the answer.

She decided to call up or meet up with her friends so she could get their input on Purvi, she needed to know the most on Purvi so she can crack everything. She was confused on what she wants with all of this. She knew that a good marriage with Parth is out of question but a part of her yearned for this to be a success. She didn't want to already be a divorcee at such a young age. She had so much more to do in life. She just wished that he would come to her tell that this was a joke.

He had done this before and she did hope that he did that again but not have the same ending. Last time he played with her emotions like she was a doll, he made her think that it's all knew and they were just figuring things out. She was damn sure that's not the case anymore, he's inflicting pain on her and he doesn't even try to hide it. He even bought his intentions into words and confirmed it.

She felt cold to an extent that she started seeing dark spots and her thoughts started to not make any sense, it was chaotic nothingness with no head or tail. She felt the temperature increase a bit, while she fell in and out of consciousness. While her conscious was on the thin side, she felt somebody carrying her. She felt herself floating and she couldn't even determine if it was reality or her dream. She felt herself again drown into the darkness. "Laila" she heard screams and she fought with the darkness, she slowly fluttered her lashes and opened her eyes. She felt tired and exhausted but her eyes were meet with angry eyes of her husband.

"Get changed fast and get me my damn coffee, lay out my office clothes and who do you think will make my breakfast, I need to reach my office on time and I'll not spare you, if I'm even a minute late because of you" said Parth in a haunting tone and Laila felt shivers down her spine. Her consciousness kicked in and she realised that was on the sofa and he had wrapped the bathrobe around her. She got up fast and saw the opened cupboard. She took her clothes and ran to the washroom .She opened the shower and turned the heat up.

She never thought that she could yearn for the warmth so much but Parth was teaching her new things in life and new extremes in life. She rushed out of the shower and laid the clothes in the bed. She rushed to the kitchen to find it completely empty, she took a deep breathe to calm herself down. She prepared the food fast, she wasn't aware about the whereabouts of things but she worked through it. She made a few variety of things because she forgot to ask him what he needed. She placed the food on the table and she noticed him getting down. She rushed to Kitchen to make the coffee, she poured it into the cup.

She was feeling nauseous and feverish due to the incidents occurred past night, she was powering through it but when she held the cup and walked towards the table. She lost control and her hand shivered. The sound of breaking of glass echoed around the mansion. She couldn't even dare look into his face.

"Shit" she whispered in fear

Author's note
The plot is getting thicker and my mind is getting hotter. System overheating due to writers block and lack of ideas. But I'll power through it, I'll try for update every week but exams are coming. My updating schedule has been absolute shit and I'm well aware.