Choice

The Revelation

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SCARLET'S POV:

Even though the distance between us was so less, and the way his eyes were looking into my soul, a part of me could see a little glimmer of his hidden soul which was too far away, too hidden, buried with fury and pain. As soon as his name escaped my mouth in small whisper, his body stiffened as spear and he took his steps back, unlocking his beautiful eyes from mine.

"I meant that you could sleep with me on bed," he cleared, and as he was a bit distant from me, I gasped and tried to gain my composure.

But the thought of sleeping with him on bed, it was disturbing, thrilling yet wrong. I, tugging the loose strand of my hair behind my ear spoke up, that moment my voice didn't break, didn't falter, "But It is not right!"

He turned around, ignoring my protest and commanded, "I don't care! Mother came in our room at morning when we were sleeping, she saw you on couch...she didn't like it. So from now and on, you and I are going to share bed." He slipped off his coat, and grabbed his tie that was laying on couch and went to his closet.

Few seconds later, he wasn't in my sight, he went to change.

While I was standing stiffened on my spot, having no words to say. How could he order me like that? I continuously railed to myself, as I was unable to argue with him. His calm yet haunting demeanor was not something that I was fan of.

His eyes always carried hatred for me, with pinch of sympathy. That I hated.

What he used to feel with me, wasn't just a minor vex, it was strong regret. That hurt me.

Pulling myself out of disturbing and bitter realities, I decided to sleep before he could come. So, without waiting for him to come and increase the amount of awkwardness, I took faltering steps towards our bed, and rested there, with eyes squeezed shut.

With a veil to cover, I tried to get into deep slumber where those bitter realities wouldn't haunt me. But instead I heard a creek of door, I could hear his footsteps that enhanced my heart beats. My body sizzled with unusual sensations, the only I could figure out was insecurity.

I was not Irene and he hated that.

The first time ever, I felt insecurity and that didn't haunt me that much, what hurt me was that It was because of a man, who probably didn't care. Trying to get eluded in a fake heaven of sleep, I clutched the veil tightly and tried to get my mind out of those thoughts that were assailing me.

I felt him lay beside me, well that was good that I was not facing him. Without noticing me, I could guarantee he slept. Because he didn't care at all.

Unable to shrug my pain and fury off, I let hours pass away that way, without sleeping for one second. Feeling so diffident and chagrined, I let those stupid tears pour down my face, staining it and pillow. I kept my lip under my teeth, trying my best to kill those mourns of pain. And that moment, I wasn't aware of the reason of my tears. I didn't know if it was because of that forced marriage or my dad or Irene or Caleb.

I just wailed, with no one around me to give me hope, courage or strength. I was alone in spite of having Caleb beside me.

Irene's words of hope were the only ray of hope that occupied my mind and heart. But It all went in vain because she wanted me to live that marriage, make that work, make...him love me, which was the hardest. She didn't know my condition, she didn't know my affliction, she didn't know how my patience, my strength and my confidence had gone too far away from me.