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Chapter 6
(Piya's POV)
I felt my body being pressed onto a cold, hard surface. It was strangely comfortable. I was still tired this morning. I wanted to stay in bed. Brushing my hair away from my face, I lifted my face up to see the sun shine through the curtains. I glanced down and saw Abhay. Half naked and resting next to me. His hair was messed up, making his appearance even more adorable. I sat upright, horrified and confused. What happened last night? He was awoken by my slightest movements. He smiled and pulled me back down. I didn't fight his grasp this time. My heart was grateful to him for saving me last night. He kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"Good morning sweetheart."
"What happened?" I blurted, not evens acknowledging his courtesy.
"You were having nightmares about the party. I calmed you down. I can't see you in agony because of a lowly human." He propped himself up on his elbow and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I blushed.
"Thank you...for last night." I said quietly. I had to thank him. He saved me.
"Anything for my sweetheart." He cupped my face. His eyes bore into mine. They made a mark inside me. "Stay away from such people." His voice had a strict tone in it.
I got up from the bed and started towards the bathroom door. Abhay caught me by the waist in his inhuman speed.
"I'm not going to office today. I want to spend time with you." He squeezed my waist a little.
"But..." I didn't want to spend time with him, even if he did save my life. Deep down, I was scared about what his definition of spending time meant.
"You'll like my company for sure sweetheart. I make sure you do." He kissed the back of my head and vanished. How did he know? Did he read my mind? Most likely...
I grabbed a towel and a green dress from the cupboard, heading into the shower. I had a whole day ahead of me...what was my family doing? Probably trying to find me and drag me back home. To be their slave until I die.
"No Piya...you are not going back there." I said to myself.
Staying with Abhay was my safe haven. He was like my guardian now. And he seemed to be softening towards me. He was sweet now, like the Prince Charming I always dreamed to meet. Even if he did get provoked at times, he was kind at heart. I blushed on thinking about sleeping on his bare, but perfectly chiseled chest. I think I was getting attached to him.
I finished my shower and put on the dress. It was lime green, lacy, and covered in dark green swirls. It reached just above my knees, and it hugged my body tightly. It was very pretty. I twirled around in it a few times to see it flow.
Abhay was lying on the giant sofa, still without a shirt. His jeans were low enough to see his v-shaped torso. Hot. He had a wine glass full of a red liquid. Blood. His eyes were their deadly blue. He took a sip and stared at me. How could he be so hot and so deadly? He looked at me and smiled sensuously. He coaxed me over, signaling me with his finger.
"You are looking gorgeous sweetheart." He said, grabbing my wrist. He pulled me down to his chest. "Stay with me."
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked him. I finally had the incentive to ask.
"Because I wanted you sweetheart." He whispered into my hair.
"What's so special about me?" I was confused. Why would anyone want a poor, abused girl?
"You're beautiful. You're special to me..." I blushed. No one ever told me that. He kissed my head. I began to melt in his embrace. I realized that I did start to Iike him.
My stomach growled. He chuckled in response.
"Hungry sweetheart?" I nodded. "Come."
He lifted me into his arms and took me to the kitchen. He set me down on the countertop and pulled out a small basket of bread, cheese, and fruits.
"Didn't expect food in a vampire's house did you? See the things I can do for you?" I shook my head.
"Help yourself sweetheart. I'll be back later." He kissed me and left, leaving my face to turn red.
I scarfed down the food as fast as I could. I wasn't ladylike when it came to eating. Especially when I was starving. I found a knife in one of the drawers and cut the apple that remained. But the apple slipped from my fingers, allowing the knife to slice my finger. Blood oozed out of it. I yelped in pain. I didn't want Abhay to hear me. God knows what would happen if he saw me bleeding. I took the kitchen towel and pressed it against the cut. I heard footsteps. Abhay. He was coming. I tried to leave, but he knew of my injury. He stopped me and lifted my hand to his mouth. He took my finger into his mouth and sucked on it gently. I felt his tongue brush against it. The sting slowly vanished, and he let go of my hand. There was blood on his lips, his fangs peeking out a little. But thankfully he controlled himself. The wound was healed.
"Sweetheart, do you like to torture yourself!? Please be more careful."
"Sorry." I squeaked.
"Feeling better?" He asked, cupping my face with his cool hands.
"Mm hmmm."
"Good. You're glowing...I like that."
I liked hearing these compliments from him. I actually felt like a person, not a slave. I finally decided. I would stay with him. I gave him my first smile ever since I was brought here. He was surprised, but later realized that he got what he wanted. Me.
"I love you sweetheart." He whispered, taking me into his embrace for a tight hug. My face flushed strawberry red. My heart raced on hearing those three words. Now the question was: did I love him back?
A few days later, I found myself growing closer to him. He tried to spend the most time with me as possible. Once, we sat together on the love seat on the balcony, overlooking the city. Abhay was watching me, while I watched the cars whoosh by on the street below. Occasionally he would brush away a lock of hair that would blow in front of my eyes. Or he would plant small wet kisses all over my neck and collarbone. And I'd let him. He asked me subtle things, like my hobbies and such. I answered without hesitation. I saw that he wasn't dangerous. Circumstances and what he was made him what he was before. Dark and deadly. He was a whole new person around me. But only me. Anyone who showed up at the door during our little session would get a vicious glare and a verbal attack along with it. He was possessive about me and every moment we had. I was still confused on my own feelings. What did my heart feel?
Was it just attraction or was it true love?
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