Broken By him.

Chapter-50

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Sitting at the large dining table, Reyansh drummed his fingers against the tempered glass top of the dining table. He had been waiting there for just five minutes and his little patience which he was showing towards Adhira, was almost ready to snap.

He straightened his right hand and adjusted the watch on the wrist that he was wearing and staring at it, he impatiently looked here and there. The thought of her running away again once invaded his mind, but he brushed it away.

It's impossible! He thought to himself. Getting restless, he decided to go and look for her. Pushing himself up from the chair, he thought of searching for her first in their bedroom.

As he placed his right foot on the first step of the staircase, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing softly, followed by the tinkling of glass bangles. Taking his steps back, he once again settled himself on the dining table.

She was in our room only.

Relief washed over him. There was still a tiny doubt in his mind that she would run away again.

But what was she doing there? Didn't she know that it was dinner time?!

He frowned at his own thought. And his frown only deepened by looking at the figure descending the staircase. This would be the first time he would be noticing her this close. And he didn't like what she was wearing at all.

His eyes darkened when looking at her blouse.

The quarter sleeves of the blouse covered her skin up to her elbows. He could make out several holes patched up and repaired many times by just looking at them from that far. His eyes trailed down to her midnight blue saree that she was wearing and with which she was hiding her patched up blouse very well. And that, too, looked worn out. The borders were almost falling off from the edges.

He clenched his fist tightly but he didn't utter a single word. He wanted to hurl insults at her for wearing that and looking nothing less than a beggar, but he gulped down his urge to do that.

Adhira lifted her head and her eyes momentarily met with his pitch black orbs. Averting her gaze away from him, she carefully walked toward the kitchen, while her head hung low.

She wanted to start a conversation with him so that she could tell him that she needed new clothes to wear.

But how?! Should I greet him first, umm... Good evening! ....Aah! No, it's nighttime. Then should I wish him good night? But it's not the right time to say good night. Or should I say hi to him? Or can't I directly ask him for clothes?

Yes , why not? Isn't he your servant? He will surely go and buy clothes for you because you are a princess. Brat!

Her conscience mocked her right away.

Her shoulder slumped at that. Then how am I supposed to ask for clothes?

Pushing that thought at the back of her mind, she served him rice and chicken curry for dinner. Depositing the dishes in front of him, she again walked back into the kitchen.

Holding a plate of salad in one hand and a jug full of fresh orange juice in another hand, she walked to the dining table and placed them there.

Adhira retreated her steps and stood by the side watching him eat his dinner elegantly, just like he told her to. She fidgeted with the end of her saree apprehensively. Her mind pondered hard over how to strike the conversation about her new clothes.

Reyansh gulped down his rising anger and focused on the tempting dishes prepared by her. Though he had never told her that she cooks nice.

Only Nice! huh? ... His conscience interrupted him.

Yes, only nice. ...

Yeah sure, that's why you eat like a pig!

Reyansh rolled his eyes at his subconscious and ignored him after that.

But he looked down at the plate in front of him and felt the heap of rice mocking him with a knowing smirk.

Feeling annoyed, he averted his eyes to Adhira. He saw her shifting from one foot to another and her hand twisting the fabric of her saree.

"Speak." Adhira heard a low commanding voice from the head of the dining table. Moving her eyes up, she expected him to look at her but found him eating his dinner with so much focus, as he was dealing with billions.

When he didn't hear any reply from her, he looked up and his eyes met with her emerald orbs.

Adhira was the first one to avert her gaze from his scorching eyes.

Say it fast! You i***t! Her conscience scolded her.

Reyansh cleared his throat probably indicating her to start speaking before he loses his cool.

" Umm... I.." Adhira didn't know how to ask for clothes. Her mind fogged with so many questions like if she would ask, then would he buy it for her or not.

" I don't ha..have any clo..clothes" She heaved a sigh of relief after finally managing to get that out of her mouth.

But she lowered her head in embarrassment, thinking she had no money with herself.

How could I ask him to buy me clothes? Am I being a gold digger?

I shouldn't have asked for that. I will buy new clothes, when I will have money. Yes, I shouldn't use his money.

She was just going to say that, when she heard him saying, " I will ask Maya to buy you new clothes."

Adhira scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

Why would she buy me new clothes?

She misunderstood him and thought Maya would buy clothes for her.

" I.." Adhira was going to deny him when he interrupted her, " Give your measurements to her."

She felt that utterly embarrassing to give her measurements to someone.

"N..no, Can I b..buy clothes m..myself" Plucking up courage, she stuttered in fear.

She took her feet two-three steps back, expanding the distance between them, in case he decided to beat her out of anger.

Reyansh noticed her backing away from him in fear.

" I will go with you" Reyansh stood up after informing her monotonously and left her gaping at him.

Her back was drenched with sweat after hearing his words. She wanted to run after him and tell him, she didn't want any clothes now.

But she knew it would be like pushing herself to the lion's den.

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The next morning when she woke up, she saw a yellow saree with a matching blouse and underskirt placed on the bed.

Oh no! Did I wake up late.?

Glancing at the clock, she sighed in relief.

It's only 4 in the morning. May be he woke up early today.

Adhira was used to waking up early and doing chores.

Placing her hands on either side, she forced herself to get up with the support of her hands from the cold floor.

Standing up, she stretched her stiff body and moved toward the bathroom.

Since he had given her a new saree to wear, she thought he wouldn't deny her from using the bathroom, when they are going out.

She felt herself shivering with the thought of going out with him.

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