Chapter 7: Day 0: Master room
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His POV
What is she thinking? She just told Rick to drive to Moon Villa, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I built it for her, a promise I made when we were just 17. But once it was finished, she never set foot inside. So many events have been held in its backyard, but she’s never attended a single one. And now, today, she casually says “Moon Villa”. Having no clue what's going on is driving me insane. But she married me… and I look at her. In just a few short hours, she declared we would be married, and I accepted.
I think I slammed the car door too hard—did I startle her? I quickly made my way to her side and gently opened the door, more conscious of my actions this time. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, and in that moment, I remembered exactly why I’m so addicted to her. I offered my hand, and she softly placed her fingers on mine as she stepped out.
In a matter of minutes, she said a quick goodbye, and I firmly instructed Rick to take Diya straight to House No. 5 and not leave until I gave the all-clear. As they drove away, she started walking towards the main gate, which opened to the expansive garden filled with her favourite blooming trees and shrubs. She moved slowly, taking it all in, while I nodded at my men, signalling the need for heightened security.
Moon Villa needed to be secured. As much as I knew her, I also knew her family. Her not showing up for her wedding plus, her getting married without their presence was bound to create a storm. But did I care? Didn’t I had vowed my life to her—to protect her from my own and her demons.
“Mam,” Rina said as she welcomed her into Moon Villa.
"Hello! Wow, this is a huge kitchen," she exclaimed, eyes wide with curiosity.
“We also have an outdoor setup,” Rina added, smiling at her.
She walked forward, admiring the interior. It was all designed with her in mind—a mix of old-school charm and her favorite colors. I let go of her hand, thinking she might want some space, but she immediately turned to me, her eyes wounded as if I’d hurt her.
"Why did you let go of my hand?" she asked.
I didn't know how to respond. I had no answer.
“Don’t you want to hold it?” she asked again, her tone playful but serious. I could hear Rina giggling, and the other house staff trying to hide their amusement.
She raised her hand, gesturing for me to hold it again. What is she doing? I stepped forward, lacing my fingers with hers. She leaned closer, brushed her lips lightly against mine, and whispered, "Don’t you dare let me go this time, husband." Then, she turned back to Rina, asking about the rest of the house as if nothing had happened.
She walked ahead, still holding my hand, and I followed her, barely hearing their conversation. All I could feel was the tingling on my lips where she had kissed me and the echo of her words.
"Don’t you dare let me go this time, husband."
How can she so easily call me her husband? Meanwhile, I’m standing here, still trying to comprehend everything. And yet, she effortlessly moves through this house, and through my heart, as if she owns them both. As if she owns me. Has she always known how I feel? What I feel for her? Because calling it love seems too narrow, and calling it devotion feels too simple. I’ve tried to reason it out—why I feel so strongly about her—but it’s beyond reason.
“Aren’t you going to show me our room?” she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
When I didn’t respond, she stepped closer, placing her cold hand on my cheek, sending a shiver through me. "What are you thinking?" she asked, tilting her head with a soft smile.
I just shook my head, saying it was nothing, but she seemed a little disappointed. Still, she smiled and clung to my arm, pressing her body against mine. "Show me our room?"
Our room. The master bedroom… where we’ll be staying. Will we really be sharing this space now? I led her upstairs, trying to keep my mind from racing, and opened the door to the room. She let go of my arm and wandered around, taking it all in.
“Impressed,” she said, pulling the curtains open to let sunlight flood the room.
As I stood bathed in the fading light of the setting sun, I saw her silhouette glowing against the horizon, the moon in my darkness. She turned, and her pupils, in those spectacular dark eyes dilated, as if she is trying to hold me in her trance. Slowly, she moved toward me, closing the distance between us. Her hands gently pressed against my chest before wrapping around my neck, her fingers grazing my skin as they softly massaged the back of my neck.
How is she both my strength and my weakness? What is she trying to do to me?
She grew bolder, planting a kiss on my neck before biting softly at the base. I gasped audibly, squeezing her waist and pulling her tighter against me. But I knew this couldn't go further, at least not today. "Moon," I whispered.
“If you say 'Moon' like that, I don’t think you’ll be able to stop me,” she whispered in my ear, placing a soft kiss beneath it. I snorted because I knew she was right—I wouldn’t be able to stop her. Still, I pressed her waist gently, moving her just a little apart from me.
Her eyes met mine, a flicker of disappointment in them.
"Do you think we were followed?" she asked.
I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. "No," I said firmly, "but we need to…."
I caressed her cheeks. "I called Rick; they’ve arrived safely. He’ll be contacting major media houses to announce our marriage tomorrow." She smiled, and as soon as she did, I couldn’t resist. I squeezed her waist, pulling her entire body into mine, and kissed her deeply, my hand holding her face.
Just as I was about to lose myself in her, a knock interrupted us. "Dinner is ready."
Reluctantly, I let her go. She looked at me, her cheeks flushed, still smiling.
Taking my hand, she softly said, "Let's go, husband."
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