Billionaire's Revenge | COMPLETED ✓

ARNAV'S POV- I

Arnav

"She risked her life to save that little child from getting hit by a car then why did she kill my Disha?" A thought flickered through my head as I grabbed a fistful of hair and somehow suppressed the urge to bang my forehead to the wall till, I bleed and forget everything all at once. No, I don't want to forget my Disha but the fact that she's no more with me.

All my life, I never had someone to lean on but then one fine, sunny day, I met her. She came into my life like a warm sun in winter's noon and somehow, I found myself forgetting my every single demon even though I didn't share them with her. She became my person; the person on whom I can lean on when having a bad day and the person who can make my life worth living with just by her presence. She took care of me like I'm some fragile piece of work. From the very start I knew that I don't deserve her but my selfishness never made me let go of her. I wanted to spend my whole life with her.

She always loved me like there's no tomorrow and whenever I asked her that why she's so in love with me, she always replies with a soft kiss on my forehead. I never got to know the reason why she actually loved me but then again, she never got to know my side of story behind loving her.

I exhaled a long breath and pressed my eyes shut as something started hurting inside my chest. If only I could turn back time and save her.

A sudden anger burst through my vein and I couldn't help but took fast strides to her room. It's fucking hard for me to not kill her the way she killed my Disha. I want nothing more than her to die a painful death but it wouldn't be as satisfactory as watching her everyday plead for her death because I'll fuck up her life to the point of no return.

Looking around, I found no sign of her but when I shifted my eyes to the washroom's door, I waited impatiently for her to come out. I want to see her tears right now at least then I'd be able to calm down this hurting pain in my chest.

"No."

"No, please don't."

I heard her screaming from inside the bathroom. Rubbing the back of my neck, I walked to the door and thought of asking her that what the fuck is wrong with her? Has she seen a spider or something? I was about to knock on the door but I then I find it unlocked. Rolling my eyes at her more screams, I pushed the door aside and stepped inside the bathroom.

"Please, don't do this to me." She screamed again.

Looking on the wall for the spider or something, I walked to the shower area. Water was running out of the shower and I was about to turn the knob off when I saw her at the standing under the shower, naked.

I froze at my place and shifted my eyes to the other side but the sound of her struggle to catch a breath made it impossible for me to look away from her, so I did. I did look at her. Her bare body radiating under the water. I pushed a saliva down my throat as I had a strong temptation to touch her.

I shook my head at that absurd thought and spoke. "Are you crazy? Why the fuck are you screaming as if you're on the verge of dying?"

In an instant, she turned to me and all of sudden her body started shivering.

"Please, don't kill me." She whispered, bursting into fresh tears.

I looked at her puzzled. What's wrong with her and why the hell she acting like this?

"Please, don't push me into water."

She clenched her chest as she started gasping for air. Her body trembled every time water from the shower hit her skin.

I stood still at my place and for the first time, my eyes caught a complete glimpse of her face. She was genuinely scared of me, it seems as if I take a single step towards her, she'll faint from the anxiety attack she's having.

Don't tell me that somebody could be this scared of heights and water. I thought that it would be fun to watch her gasp for breath inside the ocean then why I'm not feeling any satisfaction at all now when she's crying her heart out in the shower?

Why did she save that child? Why? If she can kill someone then why she risked her life for the child who was nothing but a stranger to her? Why? And why I'm having this warm feeling in my chest for every time when I remember her saving him?

I never smiled after Disha's death then why did I smile today when she told me that how can she let that child die?

"P-please. Don't push me off the cliff." She whispered again.

She shook her head and folded her palms in front of me as she started screaming again.

What's wrong with her?

I thought of a way to calm her down but her situation seems so bad that if I don't find a way or do something then she could die.

And the thought of her dying hit me like a truck. I don't want her to die. I want her to suffer but not die. If something happens to her then what I'm going to do in this world? Making her suffer is not my necessity but key to my sanity.

And then without thinking twice, I pulled her into my arms. She didn't struggle at all, she just kept on whispering something as her tears soaked my shirt.

"It's okay. Nothing's happening to you." I said to which she nodded.

"I can't breathe." She said, softly and came closer to me till her body touched mine.

I stiffened realizing her naked chest touching mine. Something weird started happening in my stomach. I pushed saliva down my throat and somehow managed to say. "Breath. Nothing will happen to you."

She nodded again.

My throat ran dry and it took everything in me to resist the temptation of running my fingers through every inch of her body. I never felt this strong desire before. With Disha and all the women, I had sex with, it was different. I never craved for someone like this before. Right now, I just want to fuck her senselessly. I don't know why but her blue dyed hair, arm covered with tattoos and her piercing is a huge turn on for me.

In the morning when she walked out wearing my shirt only, it was hard to pull my eyes away from her. She looked.....

Get yourself together. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you have such thoughts for a girl who killed your Disha? Don't forget the real reason why you married her. It was only for revenge.

I shook my head and realized that her skin was burning with high fever. I took her in my arms and went to her room. Lying her down on the bed, I covered her with comforter.

She was staring at me, blankly and I couldn't help but sit next to her.

"Why did you put yourself in risk to save the child?" I blurted out.