He waited for her to answer his questions but she seemed to be struggling to speak further, her throat too clogged up with her feelings to be able to say something.
Stepping closer to her, he repeated his question again, rephrasing his words a little, “What did she do, Madira?”
“She…” She gulped, trying to speak but all she wanted to do was burst into tears as she cursed herself for being too stupid, she wanted to talk to him normally, not the way she was at the moment, emotional and unable to talk.
He sighed, picking up the bottle of water from the nightstand and pouring it into a glass before he handed it to her. Her hands shivered as she held the glass.
Instead of leaving, he kept holding the glass for her as she wrapped her fingers over his, slowly gulping down the water sip by sip.
Once she was done, he kept the glass on the table before pulling her towards the sofa, making her sit down as he asked, “Are you okay now?”
She nodded, going to wipe her face with the sleeves of her hoodie again when he grabbed the tissues lying on the table from when he ordered food earlier, passing them to her.
“Thank you.” She said, dabbing the residual of her tears away before blowing her nose.
“Are you going to tell me now? What did that bit-”
“Mihir.” She interrupted.
“No, she tried to ruin my relationship and she dared to disrespect my person in front of me Madira, I'd rather have poison than refer to her with any kind of respect. I'll start respecting her when she starts doing that for herself.” He replied.
“But it was me who came in between.” She replied.
“Between who?” He asked, “Did I not make it clear to you that there was nothing between me and her? Did you listen to a single word I said that day?” He continued.
“But…”
“So you just simply chose her words over mine.” He stated, “What's the point of continuing this further if you cannot do the bare minimum in a relationship?” He asked, “What did I ever do for you to not trust me?”
“It’s me. It's all my fault and…and I'm sorry.” She looked down, “For not trusting you, for believing her and for sending her to you that day. None of my behaviour is acceptable but when she said that I ruined her relationship...the chance of her child having a father figure in his life, I just...ah…” She buried her face in her hands, not being able to control it anymore as she burst into sobs.
He took a seat beside her, keeping a hand over hers before pulling it away from her face, “Look at me.” He said, reaching for her other hand too but her hold was firm.
She snatched her hand back, rubbing her eyes as she tried to stop the tears from trailing down. She hated herself at the moment for breaking down in front of him.
“Madira.” He called again, his voice soft as he spoke, “Look at me please, I'm sorry I said those hurtful things to you, there's absolutely nothing between me and that girl."
She refused to look at him, feeling guilty as she heard his words, for trusting Rayna when he had cleared everything a day before.
"Madira..." His fingers grazed her chin lightly, turning her face towards him, "Look at me, baby, It's okay, forget whatever happened, everyone makes mistakes." He said, "Let's talk it out, yeah?"
He got up, holding her hand in his as he pulled her up too, "But first, wash your face first."
She looked at Mihir, trying her best to not cry again and talk to him like he wanted to. She went to wipe her face with her hoodie yet again when he held her hand.
She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she looked into the mirror. She looked like a mess, she realised when another realisation dawned upon her, this was the first time she was in Mihir's room.
But technically, it wasn't his room since they were at Amrit's penthouse.
Washing her face, she brushed her hair a little with her fingers before tying them in a bun. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the bathroom, finding him standing near the vanity table.
He turned to her as he saw her stop a few steps behind the mirror, holding out the moisturizer towards her.
"You um...you said you have sensitive skin, you've been rubbing your face for so long, here." He said, squeezing out the moisturizer from the bottle when she didn't move.
Placing four dots on her forehead to her cheeks till her chin, he kept the bottle back, slowly spreading it all over her face.
"Do you...not hate me?" She asked, looking into his eyes.
"Loving you is far better." He replied, a slight frown on his face as he focused on blending the cream.
"I doubted you." She blinked, "What if I do that again? You deserve a better person than me." She shook her head, "Bhai said a relationship is built on trust, I broke that already...how can you-"
"I doubted your intentions too. Does that mean you deserve a better person than me too?" He asked.
"There's no one who'll ever compare to you." She replied.
He took a step forward, closing the distance between them as he touched her forehead with hers, "Whatever happened... shouldn't have but it's done already and nothing can undo it, let's move on from that and start everything from the very start. No deadlines, no conditions." He spoke.
"What if-"
"We'll deal with the what ifs together in future, yes or no, Madira?" He asked.
"You think you want to be with a person like me?" She asked hesitantly.
"A kind, beautiful and a person with a beautiful heart? Yes, I want to be with a person like you." He replied.
"I broke your heart." She whispered, "I'm so sorry."
"You're the only one I'll allow to mend it again." He answered, "I'm sorry too, for hurting you with my words. I wanted to feel better but I just felt disgusted with my words." He told her, "I'm sorry."
"I love you Mihir." She closed her eyes, "I love you, so much." Her voice felt throaty as she confessed the second time.
"Is it too soon to say that I'm falling in love with you?" He asked.
A smile spread on her lips as she heard him, "Even after everything I did?"
"You can take my heart out and stab on it and I'd still want to fall in love with you over anyone else." He replied.
"Kill me before I let someone come between us again." She mumbled.
"I'd rather kill the one who tries to come between us." He replied, covering the little distance between them before pressing his lips with hers.
She held onto the vanity table for support due to the sudden kiss, knocking down the bottle of perfume as Mihir held onto her waist, supporting her.
The door to the room opened and immediately closed as Roop covered her eyes with her hands, smacking Amrit's arm once the door was closed.
"Aapko bola tha na ki na karein?" She scowled.
(I told you not to do it!)
"Aap bhi toh thi mere sath." Amrit frowned.
(You were there with me too.)
"Haan toh I was looking over you." She crossed her arms, "What will they think about us now?"
"I thought he was angry, why is he... making out in there?" Amrit huffed, "He should've locked the door from inside." He added, "I need to delete the memories of the last five minutes forever."
"Aur jaayein door kholne." She rolled her eyes. (Go on, open the door again.)
"You got scared too." He replied.
"Haww, jhoote. I trust my Mihir." She replied, "Go get me a mango." She added, walking to their room.
...
He sat in front of her, his finger tapping on the table slowly as he looked at her, calculating her expression.
"I heard you gave my girlfriend a visit, I thought I'd return the favour."
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