Fate

22. His Precious.

I sprawled on my bed once I changed my white clothes into another pair of emerald shirt and black jeans. I have three days left to get evidences Sarang and Nyantara but these periods lasts for 7 painful days. I sobbed harder.

"Princess?" I heard Rehaan from outside my door and more tears filled my eyes. I am soo bad and he's soo good! I do not deserve him. My throat and eyes started aching with all my sobs and tears

I heard footsteps nearing me and no sooner I was in his arms, on his lap clinging onto him like a baby monkey to his mother

"Why are you crying, jaana?" He caressed my hair and I hugged him closer to myself

"My body is aching." I muttered while my voice cracked and he peppered small kisses on my head putting me at ease

"Why?" He asked softly rubbing my back and I pressed my lips in a thin line. Here, I am lacking in everything. Failing everything. Failing him, his trust. And he's worried about me. I couldn't help but cry harder and he held me closer to his chest

"Princess, is anything wrong?" He ran his fingers in my hair while I heard helplessness in his voice which made more tears fall from my eyes

"I am sorry." I whispered trying to pull away from him but he refused to let go instead he wiped my tears and kissed me on my eyes

"Why, darling?" He kissed the top of my nose and I felt sweet sensation running through my body.

"Everything is going wrong. Only three days are left and I have literal nothing to prove our innocence, let's just not talk about my client." I reasoned lowering my eyes and he lifted up my chin to make me look into his eyes

"You are working on it, you will get successful." He assured and I nodded yet the pain in my abdomen intensified with each passing second. Fuck early periods! I passed him a small smile before I got down from his lap.

My feet felt sore and legs were vigorously shaking. I wonder how will I work in such situation. Gathering my files, I again wore my shoes to get the work done.

"Ayesha, you are turning pale." He stated and I just smiled knowingly
"Don't worry I am not dying." I stated and he got up from the bed
"You are on your periods." He stated. He did not questioned. Nope. He stated.

"Yes, I am and that bitch is early this month hence, I am in pain and will have severe mood swings. If you have any problem just stop talking to me." I snapped and regretted it the very next moment. Fuck me! I am soo goddamn bad!

"I am sorry." I whispered- guilty of my harsh tone- lowering my gaze and automatically my head bowed in shame. He placed two fingers on my chin and made me look up into his eyes.

"You do not have to be sorry for anything." He whispered softly kissing me on both the cheeks

"Should I drop you somewhere?" He asked as I picked my hand bag and smiled at him

"It's alright, I will manage." I linked our arms together and grinned at him yet his worried gaze did not wavered

He sighed at my stubbornness before lifting me up in his arms and I shrieked. I gripped his suit lapel in my one hand and clutched my files in another.

"Pta hai mere maa papa ne mujhe chalna sikhaya hua hai." I shot a sarcastic remark and he did not bothered replying making me pout. (You know, my parents taught me how to walk.)

My mobile pinged in my pocket and somehow I knew my cab was here.
"Rehaan put me down!" I shrieked in his ear and he ignored me like a deaf

"My cab is hereeeee!" I again repeated my actions and got nothing instead he strode out and I saw the cab driver in my driveway.