|Tahira|

"Actually…I…I…Ah…Hmm…I think we should go home," I stammered, clearing my throat.

I couldn't believe I was stammering. Why was I feeling like this? I hadn't done anything wrong. Okay, hiding something probably counted as wrong. He passed me a room keycard, number 16. Seriously, what was wrong with him, and what was he thinking?

"Go to the room; I'll join you in a while," he said coldly.

"No, I won't. We need to go home, Aarav," I said firmly this time.

"You better not argue about this, or I'll clear out this whole f***ing hotel right now so we can have a private talk," he said commandingly, and I swallowed hard.

"FINE!" I gritted my teeth disappointedly and walked away. I really didn't want any drama in public. I hated it so much. For the first time, I cursed his aura, power, and authority.

I stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, desperately waiting for him. After ten minutes, he walks in, exuding the raw power and danger of the mafia man he is. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tattoo on his arms. 

I remembered he was wearing a blazer before, but it was no longer on his torso. I could smell cigar smoke. He had smoked before coming into the room. I hated smokers. He walked straight past me, ignoring my gaze, took a seat on the couch, and poured whisky into a glass. My pulse was racing like waves. He looked angry, full of rage. The last time I saw him like this was at Bilal's house, and I didn't like how he punished people because he took a life as punishment. I agreed that some people deserved it, but I wasn't one of them, at least not today.

"Why haven't you told me about Jag before?" he asked, holding the glass and looking at me.

"It's not like what you…you…thi…think…" I stammered. Damn it, my voice was shaking again. What was wrong with me?

"Don't make me ask you again, Tahira," he warned.

He demanded in a rough tone that made the hairs on my skin stand on end. I felt frozen. Aarav was usually a gentleman. This wasn't happening, and fear gripped my chest as memories from my past with Jag tried to seep into my mind.

"Because I didn't want to. I mean, I was scared, and I thought I could handle this by myself, so I did," I said as calmly as possible.

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