Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

Disha's POV

I groan. My head is so heavy. I open my eyes and come face to face with Vihaan's smiling face. Instantly my lips stretch in a smile.

My hands on their own starts caressing his face. I draw all the lines of his face and try to not leave anything. I want to remember his face from small things to large things.

His face has sharpened and he has become more lovable. No he is lovable to me since childhood. Only for me. My eyes goes to the mirror of the ceiling which is reflecting his back. I eye a small black thing on his lower back. I think it's a tattoo.

"Your head must be heavy" I remove my eyes from the mirror. My eyes goes on his mole which is new. He didn't had a mole on the lower side of his left eyes. It did increased his beautifulness.

"Take this" he forwards a hand with a tablet in it. I lift myself and sit in a sitting position. I gulp down the tablet with a glass of water.

Immediately my hand goes to his neck as he lifts me up. "I love you" I mumble.

A big smile exchanges the place of the sweet smile which he had.

"I love you too." I make myself comfortable knowing that he is taking me to the bathroom for a bath.

In a blink I am again settled on the bed with his white shirt adorning my body.

"What is the time?" I ask with a yawn.

"It's still morning. You can sleep and...." he moves me close "let me sleep too."

"But what would mom think?" I mumble getting sleepy again. It's still hard to call Suman aunty mom.

My eyes gets close before I can hear him. 
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"Mam.... Mam..Wake up" I hear someone say.

I open my eyes. I blink few times to get a clear sight and come face to face with a beautiful face.

"Mam myself Rosaline. I am a maid and will be assisting you and making you comfortable in this house in the absence of Mister Malhotra."

Why does vihaan need a new maid to assist me to this home. I have been coming in this mansion since childhood. I sure am know more about this place then her.

"Should I choose a dress for you or do you want to do it yourself?"

"I will....I will do it. Thankyou." I mumble.

She leaves after that. I pick a simple blue colour saree. My neck is adorned by the nuptial chain and the heart shaped necklace. Few bangles on my mehandi cladded hands. I braid my hair and pull some baby hairs out.

Thankgod vihaan bathed me otherwise I had to take it myself.

With a last look I leave the room. I make my way towards the kitchen but stop mid way seeing various photos of mine on walls. I am aware of few photos taken as those were taken by vihaan while I am unaware of some photos.

The whole hallway of vihaan and mine are covered by mine photos. I go back to the room to check if there are photos or not.

I don't get surprised seeing more photos of mine and him. Blood rushes to my face as most of the photos are nude. The photos which he always takes when we are doing that.

This is so embarrassing. Oh my god that maid, Rosaline must have seen it. I am gonna kill vihaan.

But at the small back of my mind I loved this thing. Vihaan can never fail in giving me surprises.

I move my hand on the photo which was taken when we were doing it in the car. I can see the lust and love clearly in my eyes. My eyes hazy lost in the eyes of the love of my life.

My gaze moves to each and every photo. In every photo my eyes are hazy and lost in lust and love. If I had never saw myself in the ceiling mirror I would have thought that these photos were edited as I look totally different from my usual self.

I come out of the room and see normal photos. There are each and every photo of mine, from my childhood till now. I caress the photo in which vihaan had me on his shoulder. I think I was 8 or of 9 years and vihaan was 11or 12 years.

A giggle escapes as I come face to face with a photo in which vihaan's face and my small hands are covered in cake. I can clearly see the irritation on Vihaan's face but if seen clearly there is a small smile on his face. Bhai is at the Vihaan's side with his hands on his stomach laughing like a lunatic.

It took me one hour to see each and every photo. Finally I reach kitchen and before I can enter and let everyone know I am here my stomach does it for me.

With a embarrassed smile I enter thinking of seeing mom or mummy or anyone as I didn't saw anyone while coming downstairs.

I get shocked seeing no one but get more shocked seeing different faces. I know each and every maid of the mansion perks of practically having this mansion as my second home before marriage. But the more weird thing is that they all are looking like Americans.

Something clicked in my brain and I suddenly get bombarded by a memory a very bad memory.

"Mam are you okay?" I hear someone say but ignoring them I sprint towards the room which is always reserved for dad and mummy.

I open the gate but see nothing. I again run towards mom and daddy's room but again come across with an empty room.

"Mam are you in pain?.." yes I am. I want to go back. "Should we call...."

"Where am I?" I ask praying it to be Delhi. It can't be true. It was a dream I am sure of it. It was a very bad dream.

"Mam we are right now in Seattle."

"Oh my god! Mam are you okay?. Damn it call sir...." I block out them.

I really am in USA away from my loved ones. But this mansion's layout is same as the mansion back in Delhi. Should I be angry on vihaan for taking me away from my family or happy that he bought me in the same type of mansion.

I.... I think I am overthinking. At some point of time everyone has to leave their parents. Yes I really am overthinking. Instead of crying I should try to adapt myself to this new place.

"Bring me a glass of water." I mumble.

"Sure mam but are you okay. Sir is on the way."

"Yeah..." I gulp down the lump "I am. I am okay. I just want to be alone."