Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 38

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Read, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!

- ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ -

Arisha’s POV:

As I walked back towards our room, my mind was still clouded by the words Mikhazra’s grandpa had told me. His voice echoed in my head, laced with something deeper—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

The Kamizaki estate was breathtaking, a place that exuded power and history, yet somehow it still felt intimidating. This was Mikhazra’s world, a world so different from mine, yet here I was, standing right in the middle of it.

Just as I reached the door, a sudden commotion caught my attention. A group of security guards rushed down the grand staircase, their movements swift, urgent. My brows furrowed in confusion. What’s going on? Even Mikhazra’s grandfather was now descending, dressed sharply as if he were about to leave, his expression unreadable. But what really unsettled me was the sight of the guards adjusting their firearms. My chest tightened.

Before I could react, a presence loomed behind me, a pair of firm yet familiar hands landing gently on my shoulders.

A chill ran down my spine.

Then, a low, teasing whisper ghosted against my ear.

“Good morning, wifey.”

I spun around, instantly recognizing that deep, velvety voice.

“Mikhazra!” I exhaled, my hand instinctively reaching to slap her arm—not too hard, but just enough to let her know she startled me. “What the hell! You scared me!”

She winced dramatically, rubbing the spot I hit as if I had actually hurt her.

“Aray, bub! So violent first thing in the morning?” She pouted. “I was just greeting my beautiful wife.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “You could’ve greeted me like a normal person.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Before I could reply, my gaze flickered back to the guards, still gathered downstairs. “What’s happening? Why is your grandpa leaving with so much security?”

Mikhazra followed my line of sight before shrugging casually. “That’s just normal, bub. Grandpa always has a heavy security detail whenever he goes to the company or anywhere important.”

I let out a quiet breath of relief. “I thought something serious was happening.”

She smiled and leaned in slightly, her voice softer now. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here. Always.”

I hated how easily she could make me feel secure with just a few words. But before I could dwell on it, she suddenly bent down and, without warning, scooped me up in her arms.

I gasped. “Mikhazra!”

She chuckled, effortlessly carrying me towards our room. “You were taking too long. I figured I’d just bring you inside myself.”

“Put me down!” I squirmed, but her hold was firm.

“Nope.”

I shot her a glare. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Very much,” she admitted shamelessly.

The moment we entered the room, she gently placed me on the bed, hovering over me with that playful smirk still intact. Her red hair framed her face perfectly, making her look even more unreal.