The Clingy Fiancee

Chapter Fourteen

"M?" I asked.

"Yes, M. Who is M? I mean, who is the person, whose initial I am carrying around in my neck?" He clarified.

Now how was I supposed to tell him that the 'M' was the woman sitting in front of him? Yours truly? And it wasn't like he remembered something of our time together. He was only overly protective, possessive and obsessive about me - it didn't mean I had to tell him the entire thing.

"Alright, I get it." He let out an annoyed breath when I didn't answer for a good amount of time, "Bit by Bit, you said. You can't tell me everything, I understand. I'll have to wait."

I sighed and nodded.

"But the person had to be someone really close to me, right? Someone I love a lot? What do you think, who could M be? My girlfriend, wife, daughter or son?" He was deep in thought.

Oh, Myra, don't cry. I reminded myself

"It could be your sister, brother, mother or any other friend, too." I told him, hoping he'd buy that and leave the talk about his wife or girlfriend.

"No." He denied and sighed, "I'm pretty sure it's my wife or girlfriend - a romantic interest of mine. I just wished this pendant had a picture, too. Could have made things a lot more easier."

Thank God there was no picture in that pendant and only carried an initial. He would've had remembered everything and kicked me out of his life before I could say 'picture'.

"I think we are running off track." I cleared my throat, "There are things I need to tell you beforehand so that you are well-prepared by the time we land in India. There, boy, things are going to be difficult because we have to keep you -"

"Wait, please." He interrupted, "I want to know if I had a wife or girlfriend. And if I did, I want to know if she is waiting for me."

I sighed, "No, you have none." And it was the truth. Since the moment he told me that he couldn't marry me, he neither had a girlfriend, nor was he going to have a wife, unless he eloped with that bitchy friend of his during those two months. "Not that I know of," I added, "As far as I know, you were pretty much single during the accident. And..." I paused wondering if I should tell him or not, "and also, everyone thinks that you're dead. They believed that there was no way you could survive falling off from such a height."

"So this means, that if I go back now, and show myself in public, it is going to create a lot of ruckus." He said, slowly nodding his head as if understanding why I was doing whatever I was doing.

"Yes." I widened my eyes to exaggerate my point, "It will create a chaos that neither Dr Adrian, nor I believe that you are ready for. So until I think that you have remembered enough to be out in public, you are going to stay undercover."

"And how are you going to do that?" He asked, raising a brow.

"I'll fill you in with that later." I smiled at him, "For now, all you need to know is that your name is Neil Singhania and you are a very famous personality, not only in India, but all over the world."

He nodded.

"And promise me," I said, "That you are not going to try and dig up information about yourself without me knowing about it before."

And then he did something that was expected from him, and surprising, at the same time.

He grabbed my face, cupping it with both of his hands and pressed a firm kiss to my forehead. Burying his nose in my hair he said:

"I Promise."

And my heart skipped a few, dangerous beats.

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"Neil! Come on!"

He was pissed at me, but only mildly. I was sure he was putting up an act about the entire silent treatment thing. It was his fault, after all.

"Neil," I stubbornly blocked his path and stood right in front of him, "I said, I'm sorry. Please stop with this silent treatment. You know how much I hate it!" I whined at him.

"You overreacted!" He uncrossed his arms and glared at me.

"I was on my period! You know I am always annoyed during those days! And you, Sir, sprung up that question on me unexpectedly. How was I supposed to react about something so important?!" I ran my hands through my hair.

"Your periods are not going to be the reason behind every outburst of yours! You could've had been more compassionate, or patient while answering. You straight out insulted me and threatened to break up!"

"I'm sorry," I sighed, sincerely meaning it, "I know I shouldn't have said that to you. It was wrong of me. But how long are you going to stay mad at me about it?"

"I'll be angry till you don't agree to move in with me." He twisted his mouth into a little pout.

"Neil..." I looked at him, disappointed at him for being o unreasonable, "It's not that easy."

"I'm sorry," he sighed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him, and rested his forehead against mine, "I know, it's not an easy decision, but I can't wait to be with you."

He smiled.

"I don't think we are ready for a live-in relationship, Neil." I tried to reason with him. I was just twenty-two, freshly graduated, and now working. He was twenty eight, well settled, and though my parents wouldn't mind me moving in with him, I was sure I needed to know how to live by myself and stand on my own two feet before thinking about being dependent on someone in such a way.

I need a little bit of independence, a concept Neil knew very well.

"And why do you think that?" He frowned and pulled me closer as if his proximity was enough for me to change my mind.

Trust me, it was.

"I need to learn to live by myself." I told him, "How many times do I have to tell you about this?"

"I know that is not the only reason you are refusing." He narrowed his eyes, "Is it your parents?"

I scoffed and tried to twist out of his hold, but he was firm in keeping me close, "Why would they refuse? They wouldn't mind if I get pregnant right now as long as the baby is yours. It's just that..." I trailed. God, I was going to tell him about one of my biggest fears, and I knew he was not really going to understand what I was about to tell him.

What's the point; at the end he was going to do what he wanted to do.

"What is it, Myra? Come on, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know, Neil. And that is why, I'm telling you that this whole live-in thing between us wouldn't work too well. I know how much you love to have your own space. There are so many times when you just tell me that you need space and disappear off for an indefinite amount of time without really giving a thought to how scared you leave me. I am always worried if you'll come back to me and I am left wondering when you will finally get tired of me. Me moving in with you will only suffocate you, Neil, and I don't want to drive you away." I paused in between, feeling that twist in my heart that I felt whenever I thought about Neil leaving me. "It's not going to work."

"Who said it's not going to work?" He said, and I wanted to face-palm. He really was not going to understand. "Look at me." He used his finger to make me look up at him and - surprise! - I was crying. "I don't think I'll ever be able to apologize enough for leaving you alone and making you feel like that. But believe me, I'm asking you to move in with me only because I know I don't want any space in my life now. I want you to come in and fill all the empty spaces in my life."

"I don't -"

" -Hush..." He pressed a finger against my lips, "Please, believe me. I won't ever let you feel that way again. You know I love you, right? I want to wake up next to you, every morning, and I want to sleep with you in my arms at night. I want to spend every waking moment with you. I even want to marry you, but I know you are not ready for that right now. So please, please move in with me. Please give me the chance to love you the way you deserve." He traced my bottom lip with his finger.

I choked back a sob, "You promise that you won't disappear on me?"

He pressed a firm kiss to my forehead, "I Promise."