Falling For The Villain

Chapter no 8

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Chapter no 8: Accident

Mr Armaan it's alright. Choti si chot hai.

Abhira said, her voice was a soft whisper as she tried to convince him. He looked at her shapely. she fell silent.

Agar yeh chot humein lagi hoti toh kya tum yehi kehti?

Armaan asked, his voice barely above a whisper while he continued applying antiseptic on her wound. He blew air on her wound and she closed her eyes, a tiny shiver raced down her spine.

Main aapko chot lagne hi nahin deti.

Abhira said without wasting a second looking at him, her eyes laced with honesty.

Abhira,s head jolted up hearing her shocked while she giggled watching his cute shocked expression and looked back at her wound as if not a big deal.

Why did you hurt yourself? Why?

Armaan asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at her.

She knew that he was feeling guilty and she needed to reduce it.

She gently cradled his chin drawing his gaze back to her and their eyes locked. She then cradled his face in her palms, stroking his cheek rather softly, her touch as light as a feather making his breath hitch.

Kya farak padta hai?

Abhira asked softly, locking eyes with him. He looked at her speechless. However composing himself, he reached out and then slowly cupped her face in his palms, his touch hesitant but tender. She closed her eyes leaning into his touch. A small smile played on the corner of his lips.

I don't know.

Armaan replied looking at her. Abhira chuckled under her breath knowing full well that what he wanted to say.

I know what you feel.

She thought but nodded her head in positive.

Why Abhira? Kyun karti ho tum aisa? Kyun khatre mein daalti ho tum apni jaan?

Armaan asked looking at her rather sharply.

Abhira smiled and shook her head sideways.

Agar baat aapki hogi na Armaan toh main vaada karti hoon ke main apni jaan khatre main daalne se pehle bilkul nahin sochungi.

Abhira said, her sincarity evident as she gazed at him 

Armaan looked at her too overwhelmed with emotions but he composed himself.

She looked at him and reached out, softly taking his hand in hers. He felt shivers running down his spine as she gently took off the glass piece stuck in his skin. She hissed, her heart aching seeing the blood oozing out and then looked at him only to find him sitting expressionless. She sighed and reached out to cradle his face tenderly. He looked at her, their eyes locked.

Main janti hoon aapko dard ho raha hai. Don't act in front of me. Apne uper itna harsh hona theek nahin hai.

Abhira said, her voice as soft as a feather.

Armaan cupped her face with his right palm, his touch light and tender. He pulled her closer to his face making her fall on top of him. She closed her eyes feeling his touch and rested her one palm over his heart. Armaan,s heart quickened it's pace as her palm rested over his heart. The world around them seemed to blur into insignificance leaving only the two of them in their own bubble while Armaan reached out and held the delicate curve of her waist, his fingers spreading to cover more of it as he studied the features of her face carefully.