Moksha's P.O.V~
I expect my mornings to be calm and quiet, but today is not that day for me. I wake up to many people pacing in the whole house.
What is going on? I walk down the stairs to witness Kira and Naveen talking. He seems delighted today.
By a few of the workers, standing aside from me, chatting as they seem overjoyed, I discover. She's getting married! By the next week! So the surrounding commotion is the preparation for the marriage?
It's been a whole day watching people run here and there, decorating the house with continuing flowers and whatnot. Kira's been at home, all day, today, but she ignores me as if I don't even exist. Naveen's been handling the decoration of the house. Excited more than Kira.
Watching her with Naveen, chatting and eating like a couple, wounds me. And when I see her walk into her room alone, I follow her. I haven't met a chance to talk to her all day. She didn't even bother to look or find me. I'm not missing this rare chance!
"What are you doing here?" She booms, startled and annoyed. "Are you seriously getting married?" She snickers at my outrageous behavior. Finally removing her half-tucked blouse. "So what do you think is happening?"
"All of a sudden?" Bitter and angry, I add.
"It's not sudden. We've been engaged for a long time!" I proceed to her, nodding with ignorance. "So, you love him?"
"What type of question is that? He's my fiancé and now, to be a husband. Of course, I love him!" Annoyance clouds her voice, making it bitter as I continue with my composed but bitter, as well, tone.
"Fiancé? I peeked at both of you talking. Fighting, to be exact! Today, when you thought you were alone, I heard. You haven't even fucked him yet. He looked very unpleased because you won't let him close to you."
Her eyes turn to malaise as I continue. "And with me, you're like an animal! Does he know? Is he aware of our affair? Is he aware of how wild you are in bed? Can he satisfy you as I do?" I move close to her face, sucking my fingers.
Her eyes follow my every action, fidgeting. Her jaw clenches. "Does that make you my lover? You're a slut, I bought. He, -- he's my fiancé!"
"Fiancé? Don't make me barf." Darley, I take her hands, gliding them from my face to my chest. "They say you fuck the ones whom you feel something for. And harder, to those you've fallen for. Yeah, I'm a slut! Whom you fucked!"
"You never missed a chance to consume me. Have you ever felt that fury for your fiancé?" My hands, on their own, move on my shirt, removing it as she watches.
"Tell me, you don't feel anything for me! Tell me, you're not getting married just to escape me! Or, let's say, just to fulfill your father's promise. Do you not---" Abruptly, she pins me on the wall, clutching my throat.
