A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE]
I love him, he loves me too, more than his life.
But-
What if my husband is ready to snatch my life?
Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish t...
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R A N V I
The book's definition of Love is beautiful as well as twisted. One might not understand the meaning but the real feelings are felt when you experience it deep within your soul. Everything mentioned in a book will start to make sense even if it sounded dumb beforehand. I never thought I would ever feel this feeling for someone, I remember cringing just by looking at some couples and look at me now.
I realised that love is not crazy but we act like a crazy person. As if we have got a new life, a new identity, a new motive to stay alive and be happy. I know Aaran isn't a gentleman, but sometimes his actions prove that he is more than a gentleman, there are plenty of his actions that proved it.
Probably, that's what happened to me. I fell in love with every little thing about him, be it his grumpiness or his icy look, be it his once in a blue moon smile or his walk or his threats...or the way I would see him peeking inside my therapist's clinic to check if I am doing good or not. Poor him, he thinks I didn't see him. I saw him in my last week’ s session and I have no idea ever since when he has been doing this.
Sometimes when I wake up flinching in the middle of night, I do find him sitting by my side. I feel different, something I felt when I woke up from a coma and felt as if I was still lying on the road, with my heart beat reaching the sky and almost drowning in warm blood.
I am still trapped in my nightmares. I am not completely recovered and even the therapist said it's gonna take time but I keep on reminding myself that I am fine. I am not getting nightmares? I felt relieved even if I die—I still have him by my side and not my aunt.
A month and half ago, Aaran proposed to me saying to get married and I agreed that we will get married but things didn't go the way we planned. I had a conversation with maa about it and she said she’ll choose a date for us by discussing it with Aaran’s family too.
To be honest I want to marry him. We sleep together like a married couple, we eat together, sometimes we go on a walk..moral: we do everything a married couple does except we aren't married. Perfect.
“Eat your food, ziggy and don't fall ill.” a tiny…yes, tiny almost invisible smile creeps on Aaran’s lips as I keep looking at him while leaning on the door frame. He ruffled ziggy’s hair and ziggy was trying to lick Aaran’s finger. “Ziggy…” he says, running his hand across Ziggy’s back.
When I expected him to speak, he stayed silent. Slowly turning his face to look at me and I almost lost my balance. “What are you doing here? Hey, be careful!” His voice raised a little the moment I tripped again and injured my little finger.
“Yes, you scared me. Nevermind..umm. Do you want to have tomato soup? I…ju..just prepare some.”
