Meera’s POV
As the drama of the night ended, the morning was anything but, Normal. I shrieked out loud with my throat parched. I was panting, my hands wouldn’t move, I felt as if I was paralysed.
My heart was beating like crazy when I felt a strong grip on my palm which jolted my eyes open.
I was on bed, soaked in sweat and the man who bend over me holding my palm gently in his big ones was Aryan. He looked worried, I managed to sit up in bed as Aryan adjusted my blanket.
“Hey, you okay? “, he asked with concern evident in his kind and gentle voice.
I gave a mental slap to my brain, who am I calling kind and gentle, how can I forget that it’s the same man who mercilessly beat the crap out of people and even killed them.
I was handed a glass of water and as I raised my hand to grab it
