Why the hell didn’t I stop myself?
But she was beautiful—the most attractive person inside and out. She used to look at me with timidity and slight frustration, with fear and right at me, as if she owned me.
Amid all the thoughts, I didn’t realise I had counted over five hundred. I lay down on the sand in the sunlight, tired and sweating.
And one thing was sure: I wanted only her. No one else. Her comforting scent had clouded my mind; her eyes had rendered all other eyes unremarkable. Her moans were the best, and I craved more. I needed her.
I let out a deep sigh and cradled my face in my hands.
“I fucking love you so much, Suman. You need to understand that,” I whispered in frustration, gritting my teeth.
I couldn’t accept her‘No’like that. She needed to get me and to love me back.
I would make her fall for me.
I sighed and lay, tired in the mud, letting the sun dry my tears and wash away the negativity.
I thought of many possibilities to make her come to me. She did care for me. If I cried, she would hug me; if I were hungry, she would come to feed me.
I suddenly smiled. Yes, I would only eat once she brought me the food.
She didn’t know me yet. People knew me for my stubbornness. And I needed her.
I got up and headed to the bathroom to enjoy a long, leisurely bath, reflecting more on my plan.
And suddenly, an idea struck me.
It was almost evening, and she would be in the kitchen. I took my dagger, took out the blade, and gave myself a fine cut on my palm, making me bleed.
And then I called an attendant.
“I injured myself. Can you bring me some fresh water?” I asked her, and she immediately walked out.
She would’ve gone into the kitchen, where Suman would ask her what had happened. She would tell Suman I cut my hand, and Suman would come running. Mastermind.
Oh! She would be here in a few moments.
“One,” I smiled and dipped my bleeding hand into the pool, turning the water red, adding a bit more danger.“Two,” I counted, trying to make my face look pained.“Three,” I struggled to hold back my smile.“Four,” I cleared my throat to make my voice sound hurt.“Fiv—”
“What happened?” Before I could finish, I looked up at her standing before me, panting and worried.“What happened to your hand? Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you doing?” she yelled, stepping closer with a concerned expression.
I pouted.“I’m sorry. I was just… playing with my dagger and accidentally got cut. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“What are you, five? Who in the world plays with a dagger?” She hissed, frustrated, and I stared at her worried face.
She sat on the edge of the pool. With tears in her angelic eyes, she fixed her gaze on me, holding my hand.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do that again,” I said, furrowing my brow. The pain was visible to her, and she looked at me with concern.
“Can’t you take care of yourself? And why did you send the lunch back?” she asked, her voice slow and angry, as I glanced at a few attendants standing by the bathroom door.
I signalled them silently to leave and turned back to her.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t hungry,” I said, and she took a deep breath.
“Why? Why weren’t you feeling hungry? What happened?” she asked slowly, and I gulped in silence.
“Nothing, I just don’t want to eat. But you didn’t have to worry about me. I mean, you don’t have anything for me. Why did you come running to me?” I asked, and she gritted her teeth.
