The Clingy Fiancee

Chapter Eighteen

I really didn't like his accusing tone.

"There was no point in doing that. It would have had only prolonged the misery," I brought my knees up to my chest, "I've thought about it too, about what would've happened had I stayed or fought. Then I realise that at that point of time, he had his mind fixed on the decision of not marrying me. I couldn't do anything to change his mind." I shook my head.

"Perhaps, it was different this time, Myra." Uncle tried to reason, "He loves you; it was a wrong decision on his part that cost both of you a lot of things."

I stood up abruptly. "I don't wish to talk about this anymore. I am heading to the master bedroom to take a nap. I might be back in an hour or two."

Uncle sighed, knowing that there was no point in arguing further.

I was lucky that the gaming area was in a separate room because I was too annoyed to face Neil at the moment. My periods were due, and I was going to have an emotionally charged day ahead - which meant I needed my precious sleep without any interruptions or weird thoughts invading my mind.

I opened the door to the master bedroom, half-asleep already. My eyes were barely open, and I hurriedly took off my clothes, took off my bra, opened the closet and took out an old shirt which belonged to Neil. Once I felt I was comfortable enough, I fell face-first on the bed and immediately went into snooze mode.

If only someone let me sleep peacefully.

Probably a few eons had passed by when the door opened noisily. Pitter-patter of footsteps were heard before I heard someone say, "f**k! She's dead asleep."

"Myra?"

I grunted.

"I want to sleep."

"Room. Opposite." I was too tired to even move. My voice was slurred.

"I want to sleep next to you."

"Sofa." I murmured.

"It's very uncomfortable. I said I want to sleep next to you. I promise I won't do anything inappropriate."

All I could muster from within was a grunt. After that, I vaguely heard a rustle of sheets and a warm body settled next to me. The scent, the warmth, the body, was too comfortable.

Before I knew, I was draped over the body and settled into a deep, drool-worthy sleep.

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When I woke up next, I was in an utterly confused state. Before I had even opened my eyelids, I was wondering about the dimension or world I was in, if I had come centuries into the future or skipped a lot of days. I didn't know where and how I was wherever I was. Then I spent sometime sorting my memories into which ones of them were real and which ones were not,

I was very well rested. After the past six months and the last few days, I was sure that this was the best sleep I had had where I was completely unaware of what was happening around me. I was comfortable in my cocoon of warmth and if I had a choice, I was sure I was never going to get out of it.

I smiled to myself dreamily and thought about slipping into a nap again. Soon, my body lost the awareness with the surrounding world and I burrowed myself in the warm cocoon further. Once I was firmly pressed against the warm body, I fell into a deep sleep again.

Wait? Warm Body?

Whatever.

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I opened my eyelids, and this time, I was sure that I didn't need to sleep again. I felt refreshed, my PMS annoyance was lost and I could feel the cheerful energy bubbling in me.

Ah! What a sunny day!

And then I heard a chuckle.

"You surely do sleep like the dead."

My body slowly became further aware of its position. I was draped quite comfortably over Neil's sexy body, my bare legs entangled in his and my arm across his chest. My head was on his shoulder, resting on one of his arms, while his other hand rested casually on my hip.

Some six to seven months ago, this would've had been something relatively normal, but right now, everything was wrong with the compromising position we were in.

I screamed.

I screamed loudly enough that Neil cursed loudly and jumped out of the bed, giving me a lot of space to breathe.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?" He yelled holding the pillow tightly to his chest.

I covered myself with the cover, "What the f**k is wrong with you?" I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my robe from the hanger. After I wore it, I straight away slammed the door of my bedroom open and went into the opposite room.

Neil, not so surprisingly, followed me. When I entered the other room, I whirled around in anger and pointed at the room, "This is a completely empty and comfy room, Neil. Was there a problem with this room that you couldn't sleep here?"

"I told you. I didn't want to sleep here." He said.

"You didn't tell me anything like that." I seethed, marching out of the room, "What was wrong with the sofa in the master bedroom?"

"It was uncomfortable, and you didn't protest about me sleeping next to you!" He defended.

"I was asleep! Dead asleep! I don't remember my name in my sleep! But you were wide awake at that time, weren't you? Couldn't you find another place to sleep rather than hogging my bed?"

"I don't know why we have to fight over this," he muttered still holding the pillow.

Diya, the flight attendant, came barreling towards us, followed by Ravi and Prakash Uncle.

"Has there been a problem, Ma'am?" She asked, looking half-concerned, half-amused.

"This man does not understand the concepts of personal space and propriety! Did none of you see him entering the room I was sleeping in?"

The guilty flushes on their faces said that they all did but didn't do anything about it.

"Ugh," I growled, "I don't know what I am supposed to with you."

Neil made a quick grab for something and then sheepishly offered to me, "Accept my peace offering?"

I snatched the chocolate bar in his hand and stormed inside my room, slamming the door shut behind me and then locking it.

And then I sat on the floor and cried, while letting the chocolate comfort me.

The next time when I emerged out of the room, I was much more proper with all my clothes on and with a more composed mood. The flight staff looked at me nervously while Prakash Uncle looked like he would burst out laughing any moment.

"We are very sorry, Ma'am," Diya said, "If we had known that you would object to it, we wouldn't have let him enter the room." She sounded very apologetic.

"It's alright," I sighed, "I shouldn't have reacted that way. And you really didn't know...so I can't expect you to understand."

She nodded back with empathy.

"Neil is feeling miserable, Myra," Prakash Uncle said, "You were too harsh. And it really wasn't his fault. He doesn't remember how dead you can be while you are asleep."

I sighed and nodded. Now even I was feeling that I was too harsh with him.

"Hey," A quite, subdued voice came from behind me and I turned around to find Neil scratching the back of his head. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." I smiled.

"No, you don't understand. I really am sorry. I just never gave a thought about your boundaries and personal space. I never thought if I was making you feel uncomfortable or not, and I was being insensitive to your feelings." He held out a fake rose, "Please accept my sincere apology, I really am sorry."

A blush covered my face at his sweet gesture. Along with that, he was looking way too adorable with his puppy dog eyes and sheepish smile. The tips of his ears were red, and he actually looked nervous.

It had been ages since I'd last seen him looking nervous - perhaps, during our first dates and during the honeymoon phase of our relationship. He wasn't nervous while he was proposing to me, too, so it was something new for me after a lot of time.

How could I stop my heart from melting?

"I accept your apology, Neil. You are forgiven," I said to him, shyly accepting the rose he had handed to me.

Prakash Uncle let out a cough from behind, reminding me of a lot of things that could ruin the moment I was having.

I didn't let any of my tainted memories come in between.