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Nyla's POV

I saw his face...he's worried.

But why is he feeling anything for me?

His eyes seems like he can cry anytime...he's confusing me.

Are my eyes filled with a different vision?

Does this monster has a heart?

I sighed loudly when he pulled out the shards out of my hand.

"It's clean now."

He looked at me again to ensure I was fine, but he instantly hid his expression under his cold demeanor.

Maybe his care was just an illusion. 

I averted my eyes, I don't to want see him anymore. 

But I felt something...he was tying his handkerchief on my blood soaked wrists. 

"Sit back, we are going to hospital."

He switched on the car engine and started driving.

I don't have any power left to talk to him. 

He is always rude for no reasons, but if any paparazzi sees us like this, on our wedding night...it can cause a ruckus. 

"Is there any first aid kit in the car? I'll bandage myself."

He ignored me . 

"Listen if any media house spots us like this, they'll make a stupid story out of this and sell it."

"Shut up."

He whispered coldly. 

"I'm just saying...maybe any other scenario can happen..."

"Shut up Nyla!"

He applied the brakes roughly pushing me in-front and filling my ears with a loud tire screech. 

He closed his eyes as if controlling his anger.

Very good Nyla...get ready for his outburst. 

"No one asked you anything, that means to shut your fucking mouth and give everyone peace."

His eyes were enough to make anything cold as ice..no emotions, just control and dominance.

My eyes were filled with tears, why is he like this?

I wasn't wrong. 

I don't want to show or say anything anymore.

What an amazing wedding night I'm having!

"You know what...forget hospital, we are going home. You don't deserve care, suffer in pain."

I scoffed at his comment...as if anyone cared for me in first place.

And this pain...I'm use to it. It's no new feeling for me. 

He didn't even gave a second glance...so I started to watch the descending scenery from my window.  

Why am I even expecting anything from him?

Maybe I deserve all this, but I never did anything wrong.

Maybe I never stood up for myself in-front of my mother, that is why this all is happening to me. 

But I don't have any regret marrying him, at least he's less harmful than my mother. 

I feel less pain.

The car stopped with halt bringing me out of my zone. 

He walked out of the car rapidly to the Singhal Mansion's main door leaving me all alone.

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