An Arranged Marriage - Episode 18

 

"Anadia?" He whispers and my eyes follow the tilt his lips make while calling my name.
Why does this feel so right?
The feeling of rightness must have gotten into my brain because I find myself confessing.
"I lied.." I say.
"What?" He echos.
"Four years ago, I had.. An accident of sorts with my father, he was trying to marry me off to someone, they wanted me because I could dance, I was gonna be a feather in their cap but I didn't want that, I knew they would stifle me, stifle my music, stifle my dance, my spirit, so I pretended that I was hurt more than I actually was, I limped and everything. . "I say, swallowing the spit that has pooled in my mouth, his eyes are boring holes into me and I can't hold his stare any longer so I look away, over his shoulder as I continue.
".. It got to a point where they didn't want me anymore, took me to numerous hospitals, the result was the same, my leg was fine, what ever was holding me back was psychological, they couldn't force my brain or try to heal, I got so into the part of wincing while walking, limping that even after everything was done, even after I was safe, I couldn't walk properly, I remember the first time I tried to walk properly, It hurt so bad that I threw up for hours, my brain exaggerated the pain to extreme levels, I tried again for a week straight but no show, it's then that I realize maybe I hurt my self more than I should have.. My body was no longer mine, it had a mind of its own, I ended up loosing my dance, and my music with it..

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. It's called a pain disorder, the disorder that I have, exaggerating pain to an extreme level.. But at the end it helped me, helped me stay unmarried and my father refused to set his sights on any of my sister with a little urging from me. " Which is code for I blackmailed him, with proof of what he did to me that night. 

I don't wait for him to say anything I just step away and walk through the door and into the rain. 
I get soaked immediately but I don't mind, I love the rain. 
I open my arms, leaning against the railings and enjoying the feel of the wetness on my skin. 
I feel the warmth at my back but I don't tell him to step away, he turns me around and I see his sleeve is soaked. 
He loosed his suit jacket along the way. 
"You danced?" he asks, not bothering to raise his voice even though the rain pelted us. 
I nod. 
"It must have been hard loosing your song and dance at the same time" 
"It was" I admit. 
The worse thing is that I can't tell my sisters, will they understand? Will they hate me that I had the opportunity to help them but I couldn't? 
He lifts my chin up with his hands, his eyes are on my lips but he does nothing. 
We stand there, rain falling on us. 
He gently begins to rock us and I realize we are dancing, he has somehow maneuvered into a position where all my strength is on him, he's taking everything, as we sway, my feet did not a bit. 

I rest my head on his chest and his hands gather my hair off one shoulder and onto the other and he holds me tighter as we away to the music of the rain. 

***
Kane
Seeing her clothes plastered all over her, did wonders for her and nothing for my sanity. 
It left nothing to the imagination, I could see every curve, everything.. 
Watching the rain pelt her as she stood by the railing she looked so small and helpless. 
I tell myself that it is part of the seduction process that I go to her in the rain and hold her as I try to make her sway with me. 
I tell myself this as I tuck her head into my shoulder. 
I tell myself this as I hide my head in the crook of her neck as I breathe her scent in, my hands in her hair, that glorious hair. 

I unconsciously begin to unbraid the sides as we dance and it tumbles free, down, down,, past her ass. 
I raise my head and she does the same, I kiss her head before bringing our heads together and we continue swaying. 
This is seduction, right? 

***
I slowly open my eyes as I scrunch my nose, something is tickling the side of my neck. 
I turn slowly to see that it's Kane's face in my neck, blowing air into it as he breaths slowly, deep in sleep. 

I slowly extract myself from him but I stop when I notice his hands wrapped around my hair, way around it, its  curled into a fist. 

Okay, I'm not going anywhere,.
Seems we fell asleep last night, seeing that he unearthed another bottle of wine and we drank from it, talking deep into the night about nothing and everything. 
He offered to take me home but refused, we had both drunk, it would have been unwise to drive anywhere at that time of the night. 
Seeing as he unearthed yet a sleeve of his for me to sleep in and some socks.,I was quite comfortable. 
We slept on our side of the bed but our body must have unwittingly moved together in search of warmth.. 
"I can hear your brain working" A sleepy voice says in my ear. 
There's something about sleepy male voice but Kane's sleepy voice is something I feel down, down below my abdomen. 
"My brain should work, I'm a live human" I say. 
"I won't argue with that" He replies, his face still stuck in my neck. 
"I like your hair" He says later, lifting his head.. 
"I kind of noticed,I've never cut it" I say, not knowing why I added that last part.
"You shouldn't say that to a man who is clearly obsessed with hair Ani" He says and my body moves a little at the nickname. 
But I freeze when my body brushes against something very, very hard. 
"I told you, I like your hair" He says before nipping my ear. 
I gulp. 

AN
Confydencie. I love you. 
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