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|You're a miracle that clicked admist my forgotten happiness|

by medicallymessedup

"You're awake Mrs. Mallik?"

My body felt numb with those words. His voice rang over and over in my ears. I couldn't help but desperately try to call it off knowing it was just another nightmare about him. But when I picked up my eyes to see the familiar figure in front of me.

My heart sank.

The man whom I loved and thought of him to only be mine stood in front of me after three years. Three years has just added to his striking and feral persona. The formal three piece suit showed off his well toned body, perfectly gelled hairs, his well defined jaw together with that faint stubble and those juicy biceps couldn't do fair justice to his charm. This man has just turned more handsome over these years. Even into such an early morning he looked fine as wine.

I was busy admiring his beauty and pondering upon what to say. Why was he here in my apartment? How did he find me? Why did he get to me? Why was he here?

Particularly, why now?

As I opened my mouth to speak, he chuckled, putting forth, "Another nightmare?"

He took predatory steps to reach me.

What is with his voice? It's making my mind go insane. I won't be able to concentrate this way.

He stood just a step away from me and before I could do anything or comprehend his actions, he hugged me. His frame crushed me within but it was good in itself. He embraced me as if I would have vanished away from his sight. My legs wobbled and I would have fallen on the floor if he wasn't holding me now. His touch ignited my body on fire when I too found myself inhaling his minted breath and the familiar cologne similar to wild citrus berries.

What has gotten into me lately?

I definitely was hard on weed to utter things immodestly.

I was beginning to feel creepy by myself now.

"You smell the same." He muttered unconsciously taking a long whiff of my citrus fragrant hair loosely held up in a bun or that's what I thought it to be like.

When did he adapt werewolf-ish features?

Has my absence from his life proved a boon to his full-moon night colorful activities?

How could he so easily dismiss me out of his life? I wonder wistfully. Also, when had I even been a part of his adventurous lifestyle?

Somewhere maybe I might have wished to be proven wrong in my assumptions.

When I finally found my stumped voice somehow managing to speak completely ignoring his question, "What are you doing here?" I demanded, separating myself I took a few steps back folding my arms over my chest.

My evident apprehension once again became known to the most wanted intruder of my life. I didn't fear him of course but my heart which was ready to jump out any moment for him in dread. But I couldn't show him that for sure, not when I came so far.

I was supposed to be alone and I had accepted my destiny in this screeching loneliness.

"Let's have a coffee, Baby! You require it as much as I do. C'mon!" He inclined to make me sit on the sofa while he walked inside the kitchen returning with two steaming mugs of freshly brewed caffeine.

Has he gone fucking insane?

Barging in my place at fucking three in the morning and offering for a coffee as if we were long-lost friends.

"Are you nuts? I'm asking why are you here? What do you want?" I almost yelled onto the brink of losing my mind.

Meanwhile he lazily drank a sip from the cup ignoring my words as he comfortably placed his legs on the center table like a king.

What does he think of himself?

"Put your legs down, idiot!" I hissed, pushing his legs down but he didn't budge. Instead something shined in his eyes much to my irritation.

"What?" I growled clearly frustrated from the lack of sleep and this infuriating godzilla getting on my impatient nerve, "Get out of here, now!"

"Well-" He clicked his tongue simply.

His mere act didn't even need an adjective because it was so fucking sexy.

Shut up! I yelled inwardly to the excessively shameless part of me.

"I won't." He asserted.

"Why the hell you won't?" I am feeling sick now. "Who let you in? Have you barged like times before?" His relaxed stance screwed my brain junctions. "I'll just call the security and they'll host you out of the apartment now." I threatened him picking up the phone but he didn't move.

This man-!!!

"Mrs. Mallik! I own this place."

"Wh-" I deemed, "Firstly, stop addressing me by that word. I do not hold it anymore. And why the hell are you here?"

"Wifey, calm down and have the drink. I don't mind sharing the motive with you especially to be here only if you don't pressurize your dazed state. You're strictly not advised to hyperventilate."

He knew it but I wished he knew a bit more about me.

I blinked my eyes furiously as anger bubbled up inside me, "I'm not your wife anymore. It's ex-wife. Bloody ex-wife Mr. Mallik!!" I yelled, caring less about my pitch.

I would either end up killing myself or this epitome of perfection residing in a human carcass and either way end up in prison.

"Get your ass out of here Mr. Mallik. You're invading my privacy."

He paused and glared stormily into my burning orbs. Had I already begun to weep due to him?

Ruchi, I condemned myself.

You're a full-bred woman so stop acting like a chicken.

Aryan stood up hovering over me with his huge built towering mine average one causing me to feel intimidated like real intimidated.

Why is he still affecting me like this?

I decided to be over this real quick that night three years ago. So, I continued my hollow attempts to make him leave.

"Go away from here, Aryan!" I croaked when he moved towards me leaving me sandwiched between the wall and him. This wasn't definitely what I had been thinking about in-between the night when many sane people slip off into their sweet dreamland.

"My wife! Mrs. Ruchi Aryan Mallik. You are my wife." His voice resolute and unmistakably strong, rising up the invincible doubt in me. "You are mine!" He claimed.

The intensity of his gaze and the tone of his voice almost made me shiver. His eyes were dark and promising which I hated this moment-

How?

How can I be his wife?

I left his life for good.

Didn't I?

"You have lost it." I couldn't help but whisper, holding onto the last thread of hope that I was not definitely his.

Ruchi Batra's compromised fate wasn't meant to mingle with Aryan Mallik's sorted destiny.

Lots of Love,

ANKITA