The Clingy Fiancee

Chapter Twenty One

I gulped nervously and gestured for him to follow me while I headed towards the balcony. I turned around once to make sure if he was following me or not, and surely, he was, with a very resigned look on his face. My heart sank for a moment, and I chose to, once again, tell him the half-truth.

I turned around when I reached the balcony and faced him, "This house is now just an empty canvas for you to fill with your new memories." I let out a sigh, "Yes, there was a time when not a single wall was void of beautiful pictures and paintings, and maybe that's why you are feeling that this house is empty. But trust me," I held his gaze till he came and stood right in front of me, "You need this. I want this house to be a new beginning for you, not something that will force you to remember the things you have forgotten."

"Why are you deciding what's good for me and what isn't?" His nostrils flared in anger. The sunlight falling on his features only enhanced his harsh beauty unashamedly. At that moment, I had almost forgotten that the man in front of me wasn't mine, anymore.

"Well, I'm not exactly allowed to hang those paintings on the wall again." I shrugged, "It belonged to the previous owner, and I don't think he wants things made by him to adorn someone else's walls."

I hoped that he actually bought that one.

"I'm sorry," he blurted, "It... just doesn't feel right." he frowned and looked away.

"What doesn't feel right?" I frowned.

"The house and its emptiness...I don't know but it unsettled me the moment I stepped foot inside and looked at the front wall. It felt like I was actually expecting for the house to be something else other than this...blank canvas." He said.

I turned him and made him look at the view from the balcony. We were so high up that I had no fear of anyone spotting us.

"Wow." He said, his eyes flitting around to take in the entire scenery, while my eyes scanned his face to stare at him without being caught. Though the view would have had looked more beautiful early in the morning or at night, there was a certain charm about looking over a city with only a few skyscrapers that went as high as our building did. It was one of the reasons why we had fallen in love with this penthouse - it offered us what no other house in the entirety of Chandigarh did; added with the fact that it was far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Yeah. Wow." I told him, "Perks of living so far away from the heart of Chandigarh."

We both breathed into the comfortable silence that was surrounding us. Once again, I forgot everything about the past few months and closed my eyes, relishing the feeling I was having of coming back home.

"You said something about the pictures belonging to the owners." He asked out of the blue, "You don't own this house?"

"Nope." I still kept my eyes closed. "I wouldn't have kept it this empty. Plus, I want you to have this house."

He just nodded his head, and then smiled at me and grabbed my wrist, "Care to show me around?"

I grinned, "Yes."

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With the way his eyes lit up - either in happiness, recognition and confusion - I knew anyways that he liked where he was going to spend his next few months. I had almost lost him somewhere around the playroom - not the fifty-shades one - and once again near the TV room. I thought he was going to remember everything, with the way he was literally bouncing with excitement. These two places were the ones he had once loved the most in the entire house - well, second to the bedroom that we had shared together.

And it was going to be the same bedroom which was now going to be solely Neil's.

It was a confusing decision to take, but I hoped that being in very familiar surroundings would help him remember something without me actually having to give anything away.

Just as I was leading him towards the Master Bedroom, Neil suddenly stopped.

"Anything wrong?" I asked, frowning, and then my blood froze in my veins when I suddenly saw which doorknob he was trying to twist.

When it didn't turn, I sighed internally in relief. I almost thought I had forgotten to lock the storeroom.

The storeroom that contained all the framed pictures and paintings of Neil with me.

"What is in here?" He asked, looking at me, "And why is this door locked?"

I fibbed, "The owner kept some personal things of his in here." I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, fearing the knob would give away if he tried to turn it around once again. "He locked it when he left and he has the key."

"There would come a day where I would have to meet this infamous house owner. He is too damn secretive for my curious brain."

About having a curious brain, he could not be more right. Neil, of course, was one of those guys who wanted to know about anything and everything that took place around him and wanted the in depth knowledge.

"Oh, come on," I pulled him away playfully, "I have to show you your room, too!"

He let me pull him and I quickly brought him to the other side of the house where the Master Bedroom was located. That one room was a really gorgeous piece, and had every little detail Neil had specifically asked for in his room - including the several surfaces to have s*x on.

I bit my cheek from the inside when I suddenly remembered how Neil's eyes had lit up with a wicked gleam when he had first seen the finished room and how we had tested each and every surface the entire night when we first moved in.

I still had a strong hold on him with one hand of mine, and I used the other to push open the heavy doors so that I could finally show Neil the masterpiece of this house. I shoved him inside, and grinned widely at his awestruck expression.

"Oh goodness," he murmured, "This room is humongous. It's like every man - every human's dream!"

Of course it was! It had everything, even an upper floor. One entire wall was actually a floor-to-ceiling window, and the fact that there were no other high risers on that side of the building made it perfect. The sun shone brightly through those windows, and it lit up the room in the best way possible.

I couldn't even count the number of times Neil and I had cuddled up on the bed and enjoyed watching the sunrises and the sunsets together.

I sighed nostalgically.

There was a bunk bed and a small library on the upper floor, while the lower floor only had things that a person would use either in his laziest or in his horniest moods. Sofas, carpets, a huge four-poster bed, a walk-in closet which was once filled with many, many clothes. There was an en-suite too, which I would leave for Neil to explore on his own because I would surely blush at the reminder of my daily steamy showers.

I missed to point out - there was a whole lot of dust. It totally ran out of mind to get the rooms cleaned out before I came back here. I had the entire house clean before I had left for Sochi, but even then, I didn't let anyone come close to the beds in this room.

"I think this place needs a little bit of cleaning and it will become the most perfect room you'd ever see." I grinned at him, and he immediately pulled my hand.

"Why not start now?"

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It was finally time to change the sheets.

"Toss me those pillows, Neil," I said to him, while I came out of the closet with another set of covers.

He jumped on the bed and winked at me, taking both the pillows and throwing them right on my face.

I almost fell on my ass with the force, but handled myself in time, gasping in outrage. Just when I was about to mutter some colourful curses, I realised that he had fallen too silent all of a sudden.

And then I spotted something on the bed, and my face turned red hot.

"Where did you find that?!" My voice was strangely high-pitched and my embarrassment level had reached to more than infinity.

"It was lying under the pillow. I swear I didn't touch it!" He mumbled quietly, carefully looking at the red-lace bra that was lying innocently on the bed as if I hadn't been searching that expensive little s**t for the past few months.

In that exact moment, I regretted not having the bedroom cleaned.

"God knows, what all he did in this bed," I made a fake face of disgust, all for Neil, "I'm definitely burning these sheets."

Neil nodded slowly. I ditched everything I had in my hand and quickly grabbed the piece of unwashed lingerie. What the f**k was Neil thinking, keeping my bra under the pillow on his side of the bed?

"Myra?" Neil called out all of a sudden, just a moment before I was going to escape the room with a red, mortified face with the colour of my bra.

"What?"

"That bra looks...familiar. I like it."

A huge blush covered my face, yet, I still managed to raise a brow at him.