“You love me, dammit,” shemanaged to whisper past the knot of emotion in her throat. “Why? Why tell meyou don’t want to be together? Why, when we love each other?”
“I didn’t say I did not wantto be together dammit, I saidweshould not," he groaned into herhair as he leaned down to kiss her neck. “And I told you we would talk later!”
Rahina could feel histhrashing heart in his chest and wondered what happened before he got here. Didhe find any more answers about what happened? Though all that could wait, therewere far more pressing matters to deal with. Leaning back, she glared at himand jabbed a finger into his chest as she spoke.
“Don’t you dare get mad at mefor needing a bit of space after you made me feel like you were leaving me!”
“Space—Rahina?!” he gesturedaround them with incredulous anger. “You call running to Las Vegas withDimitri, fucking space?!”
“Roman if you yell at me onemore time, I am going to slap you,” she threatened, meaning every word of it.She would slap that big gorgeous face so hard, and then she would kiss himuntil they both died of asphyxiation.
His look of shock mutatinginto exasperated anger was satisfying she thought.
“You are so fuckingannoying,” grabbing her chin her angled her face up and kissed her roughly,before pulling away. “Before meeting you, I was fine dammit,” he ran anagitated hand over his short dark hair before settling it back down to her backin comforting strokes. “I was walking the line of my sanity, but I was makingit, but you had to come barging into my life. You pushed me over the edge andshowed me what life could be. And I refuse, Rahina, I fucking refuse to goback. Rahina my love,” he gathered her somehow closer to him. “I would tearthis world apart around us if that meant keeping you by my side. This type ofmadness you forged inside of me could only be called love,” cupping the sidesof her face Roman gave her a grin that silently washed all her worries away.“Of course, I love you, Rahina. For the past two nights, I have alreadyannounced to the world in bloodshed our life long union; and till death do uspart,” he whispered evenly hovering his lips above hers, “you aren’t goingany-fucking-where.”
Rahina shuddered and lookedup to him with wide excited eyes. “That was so romantic, why couldn’t you justsay that back at home?”
Laughing Roman picked her upand buried his face into the soft expanse of her breasts and walked themcarefully to the bedroom.
Fin
Epilogue:
Staring at the wedding photo on his desk, Roman absorbedevery detail of his wife’s beauty captured on that day nearly two years ago. Itwas a candid shot of them as a couple and by far his most favorite shot fromthat day. Dressed in her traditional red Bengali wedding gown, dripping in goldjewelry from her head, nose, hands, and to her feet, Rahina was breathtaking.Her tall bejeweled figure had silenced everyone at the ceremony as if thepresence of a god had made itself known. In the photo, the photographer hadcaptured him staring down at her with a look of pure love, a look even he hadnever known he could make. But it was the image of Rahina, holding onto him andleaning back with laughter that made the photo priceless.
Fuck, he loved her.
His office phone beeped, and his newly appointed captain’svoice, Mosca, came through. “She is here, and on her way up, now.”
A few seconds later, his office door opened, and Roman stoodat the sight of his mother in law. With her naturally stern face, Deeya Chopragave him a dubious raise of her brow as he met her in the middle of his office.
“I still do not understand why I must meet you all the waydown here for you to tell me whatever it is…”
Crossing his arms, he interrupted her practiced disapprovingrant. “Do you want to hear it or not?”
Closing her mouth, she gave him an incensed stare beforenodding firmly.
Smiling, he watched her face as he spoke. “Remember, this isbetween you and me only, in regards to the unholy pact we made years ago.”
The confusion on her face only made this sweeter. Currently,Rahina was out shopping with his sister Vera, making this the perfectopportunity to meet with his mother-in-law uninterrupted. Pulling out alaminated black and white photo, he handed it to the woman.
Staring at it for a few seconds, Deeya did not react.
Slowly, like the rising sun, she began to react to thesonogram in her hand, and for the second time since meeting her, Romanwitnessed the same smile her daughter gave out freely on Deeya Chopra’s face.
“Triplets!” she squealed in pure joy before throwing herarms around him and hugging him.
