“How dare you do this to me?” The omega’s low, throaty voice stopped Aryan halfway in the room from going to work.
This was the first time Aryan had heard anything from him after their wedding night. The omega had spent two hours reeling from the shock ever since he had woken up. His hard sob could be heard in the bathroom when Aryan was taking a shower.
Aryan spun on his feet to face the omega. He settled on the corner of the bed pitifully and miserably, covered his naked body with the blanket. His beautiful pale face looked fatigued, like a garden with wilted flowers.
The omega didn’t look at him as he went on, “You marked me without my consent. How could you do this to me. . .”
The omega had begged him to mark him on their wedding night (certainly, he wasn’t conscious of himself in his heat) But Aryan had not considered marking him until the omega yelped the name of another man, Veer. And then Aryan marked him. It wasn’t jealousy that led him to do the cruelty to the omega, nor did he mark him to honour his alpha ego. Aryan did it to ward off any possibility of the omega trying to chase after Veer or ever attempt to harm the baby he was carrying now.
“I did it for the child,” Aryan told him impassively yet softly.
The omega’s eyes, which were as brown as copper, flickered for a moment with absolute hatred toward him. “You ugly liar. You took advantage of my heat. You raped me.”
But Aryan’s sharp gaze shut his lips firmly.
“Don’t victimise yourself. If you had stopped meddling in others’ affairs, you wouldn’t be here.”
His gaze fell to the floor, as if he was aware of his wrong act of attempting to drug Veer.
The omega voice was quiet as he said, “All of this you did for your sister, so I couldn’t become Veer’s.”
“Stop living in delusion. That man never loved you.”
Aryan shouldn’t have said it to a pregnant omega who was already sad, as if his someone dear had bumped off this mortal world.
“What do you know about love?” the omega scowled back at him.
Aryan was glad he didn’t need to worry, because the omega’s heart wasn’t as delicate as he had thought.
“I know enough not to hurt someone I love.”
The omega looked at him as if he had tasted something nasty, but then he glowered at him,
“Remember, even if I married you, I would never be the wife of an ugly monster like you and nor would you have my heart ever. I hate you. The only thing I have for you is hate. You ugly monster.”
The omega tossed the blanket over him, shutting himself away from the world.
When Aryan came back from work, the omega was living in a different room and refused to see Aryan, and after a few days, he left to live with his own parents.
The omega blatantly refusing him wasn’t new. Often, he had the ignorance to do so. But insisting that he wished to stay in the same room with him was baffling.
it’s not even a day for the omega to come and he is already a nuisance.
“And why is that?” Aryan raised his thick eyebrow in the query, which came unexpectedly when he should have thrown the omega out of the room.
Holding the towel in his grip, the omega walked to him, dismissing the seven steps gap between them. His small frame was like a kitten to Aryan’s six-feet frame as he stood in front of him. The wind changed its course and drifted between them from terrace sliding doors that he could smell the enchanted flowery scent of his body combined with Aryan’s body soap. Locks of his damp hair, teasing his delicate features.
Hesitation appeared in the omega’s manner as his finger reached out and tugged his strands behind the right ear. Aryan’s surprise at remembering something as trivial as hoops, which he had seen in the omega’s ears days ago (Before they always seemed to be changing in their seldom meetings) prevailed over when he noticed red cuts on his pale fingers as if they had been grazed by some sharp object like a knife or needle.
And then his gaze met with his copper brown eyes, which lifted to look at Aryan through his long eyelashes, and eventually, he spoke,
“Because . . . you know, we are husband and wife,” the omega said.
“What are you driving at?” Aryan asked impatiently.
The omega drew his pinkish tongue out to wet those natural red full-lips, before he went on,
“I-want us to start fresh like a normal married couple.”
Something dark flickered in Aryan’s eyes that quickly vanished before the omega had any chance to figure it out.
“I will be a good wife-I will carry my duty as your wife-”
Aryan gave a low chuckle wryly.
“Did my mother tell you to be a dutiful wife?”
The omega eyed him startlingly. “. . . . . she didn’t tell me to do anything,” the omega tried to convince him, but he was miserably failing in lying.
It wasn’t unknown to Aryan; his mother desired a happy married life for him. The change in omega’s disposition led her to conceive a ridiculous notion of having a happy married life. But what could make him agree to his mother’s demand?
Is it his selfish motive?
“What are you playing this time?” Aryan’s strident voice carried a hint of cynicism.
“I-I’m not playing anything. I genuinely want us to-start fresh and I want to be a wife to you-”
“Enough.”
The omega flinched. Aryan was convinced that the omega was trying to seduce him for his selfish motive, which he reckoned to hurdle his sister’s wedding. The omega wasn’t the type of person to plan accordingly beforehand. He was impulsive. He didn’t think about the consequences before executing his pathetic plans.
Aryan, with his one stride, didn’t even give him space to breathe as he was almost towering over the omega’s small frame. The tense brown eyes widened, and the towel he was holding dropped to the floor. Swallowing his frustration down and keeping the heat out of his tone, Aryan said,
“Whatever you are trying to play, I suggest you stop otherwise. This time, repercussions will be unbearable for you.”
Aryan stepped backward and said with the same rough tone,
“And I want you out of the room this instant.”
And Aryan’s feet made his way to the bathroom, and he expected his order to be followed when he would come back.
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The man disliked him. No, disliked wasn’t the right word. Aryan hated him. And his husband’s hatred toward him was as black as a moonless night, putting out any hope of getting back with him.
How could he be a good wife when the man wasn’t even giving him a chance to prove himself? There was nothing that he could do for now. And If he disobeyed Aryan, he would be the cause of his contempt and indignation. He had to leave Shivam if he failed to comply with Damini’s demand. Only he could tell Aryan everything, but Damini had prohibited him from revealing to Aryan anything that had been shared between them to improve her son and Chandra’s relationship.
The sound of the shower running in the bathroom could be heard.
Chandra needed to think about something else, so Aryan would let him stay with him in his room, but his brain wasn’t working when he was sad, frustrated that Aryan might be planning to give him a divorce. And not to forget, he was starving like a hungry lion who had not eaten for days.
Chandra had water in his mouth as he remembered all the buffet food. He thought about leaving the room before he could become the cause of the man’s irritation if he found him in his room. He had no desire to get on the man’s nerves.
Chandra bent down to lift the towel, and then he stepped outside of the room. As he had told one of the servants to bring his food on the floor twenty seven.
And his heart blossomed like a spring when he saw Shivam in the hall come through the door with Amolaka.
Shivam looked at him with shock. Chandra smiled. He’d not met the boy until before he was told that the little boy was playing with the kids in the outdoor garden on the ninth floor. And Shivam wasn’t informed that his mother had come.
Chandra had admitted that the delightful look on the boy’s face was worth it. He spread his hands for a hug and the little boy’s feet scuttled happily toward him.
He went down on his knees and caught the little boy in his arms as he threw himself to hug him. Chandra embraced him warmly and softly while the little boy wrapped his small hands around his neck. Chandra didn’t know how much he missed the little boy until he was embracing him in his arms. Sure, he had talked to him on the phone a few times, but taking him in his arms like that, nothing could beat that. It was the first time they were hugging. It was the best hug that he needed terribly when he was having a crappy day.
Chandra planted a side kiss, squealing with happiness. He gently pulled back a little to see his little star. His eyes twinkled with pure joy.
“I missed you so much, Shiva,” Chandra professed, as a smile stretched across his face.
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