Amaira POV
I'm diligently screwed! Why is he talking to my dad!! Moreover why is my dad even here!
That man barely shows up and then
Ta da he shows up at this auspicious moment!!!!
My feet echoed through the hall, the silence was excluding, all eyes just on me. It felt as if the world had came to a hasty stop. I stood next to my father but I could feel Vikram's eyes burning a hole through me.
"What is he doing here Amaira!" I couldn't even look up at him. I've disappointed him so much, my eyes are stuck on the floor
"Ouch" the sudden sharp pain on my cheeks made the words crisp out of my mouth. My eyes starred blankly at the figure in front of me as i stumble back with my hand on my certainly red cheeks.
"How dare you!" My eyes rappled at the sudden angered voice. Vikram. He shouldn't be saying this. Heck i shouldn't be with him. Why am I so foolish? Vikram has a life, a family but me? My dad is the only man I have and what if he leaves me? Do I just disappear into thin air?
Thud my eyes startle at the sudden sharp noise as I look up, my dad. My dad. He's on the floor, his cheeks tainted in an even redder shade with long fingers marking its glory.
"Father???" I almost flee to the floor, i hate him. I hate him so bad. Yet he's the only family i have. I caress his cheeks as I find a gleemy voice call my name.
"Amaira?" My eyes stood numb at my father's body being taken away by our servants, he's unconscious. Not dead.
I want him to be dead. Another slap and that man would've ended up in hell, that fragile of a body with that humongous ego doesn't suit each other.
Cold. I felt a cold touch on my shoulder and as I look up it's him. Vikram. I hate my dad but even more I hate humiliation. My eyes turn furious like it will burst out of anger any second, my body was filled with rage.
"What is it?" The words barely slip out of my mouth as i stumble standing up
"Are you hurt?" I felt his cold touch on my cheek. Oh how much I wanted to melt in his arms. You can't. He will never accept you when he knows your truth.
"Physically I'm used to it. Mentally no. How dare you hit my dad? Who gave you permission to do so! Don't you have manners, etiquettes? " I felt the anger ripple through my voice
"Do you not see? Not feel? That man, he's hurting you. He's not even afraid to hurt you in front of people let alone i imagine what he does in private" i felt a sense of disgust yet care in his voice. Truth. Yet that gives him no right to treat my father this way. Father?
"That doesn't matter to you! It's our relationship! Why are you even interfering! Why do you even care??!" I felt my voice crack at the end. Oh gosh I'm crying again. Why can't I even state my points without these tears landing on my cheeks.
"Oh Snowflake" I felt his cold hands cup my warm cheeks. I wanted to be there forever. I shut my eyes close. I can't take it anymore.
"Please" my voice felt stained with the amount of pain in my throat
"Please what snowflake?" I felt him look down at me, the way his dark brown eyes meet mine gives me hope.
He'll crush it the moment he knows your truth.
"Don't. Don't ever talk ill to my dad or hit him" i felt my voice loose its calliber and confidence as I felt his arms secure me in his chest. Oh gosh. Why am I in between my enemies arm? And why do I feel good about it?
"Never in front of you snowflake" I felt his hand soothe my hair. My eyes shut with the sudden hunger for comfort.
Vikram POV
She fits so perfectly in my arms. She's so perfect. But that gosh damn dad of hers, will definitely do something about that.
I can't believe he made my snowflake cry, her red cheeks, her tainted eyes, each thing making her look even more delectable.
"Snowflake i think we should cancel our date" i really want to go out. Heck for this date I didn't work today.
"It was never a date" i couldn't help but chuckle at her mumbling
"Okay snowflake. Call it whatever you want but i believe you need some rest right now? Okay?" I can't believe how gentle i am being with her right now.
"Stay." Did I hear that right?
"What?" I couldn't help but ask again
"Well... It's just that ... You know what nevermind. Go away." Why did I ask again!
"I'll stay" i quickly say to her as I feel her hands untangle from mine.
"No. Not now. My dad is already angered. He'll be furious if he knows that you stayed over." I swear to god someday I'll stab that man.
"Okay okay snowflake. I'll go but you take rest okay? " I look down at her. My snowflake.
"Will do." I felt her smile at me as i ramble out of the corridor to my car.
Authors POV
Amaira threw herself on the bed. Her eyes watery as a lake, her hands curving out her emotions in her diary. No one knew her truly. Amelia was there but Amelia had a job, a future to look after, she couldn't just hear Amaira whenever she wanted to, so diaries became her best friend, her only companion who wouldn't mind bearing her tear stains or her mindless rumbles.
She felt herself to be a nobody. Nobody's daughter, nobody's friend, nobody's life. Just her and her mind.
Her eyes shut tight with her hands clasped cold, the only thing on her mind was Vikram Singhania. She wanted him. To herself. Only her.
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The Devil's Doll
Romance" 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬" "𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬" In the highlands, lies Amaira Oberoi. To some, a typical rich brat, that spen...
