Unsavory Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

We both are at the loss of words and we know they will only make the matter worse as our silence spoke words which held in-depth emotion but we cannot even understand it and considered them irrelevant. “Close your eyes.. Go to sleep, everything is fine…” He whispered, kissing my neck softly. I felt disgusted at myself, I hated myself for it. I detest myself for liking this solace I am receiving from him. ‘I felt so revolting, how can I feel safe in those arms which desire to embrace my sister?’ How can I feel tranquility and insurance in this hand that tried to defile me? Why after all this his touch made me feel secure? I am so, so disgusted at myself. How can I feel anything for the person who loved my sister? He moved as we both laid down and I slept in his embrace. For the first time, the next morning, I saw him sleeping next to me, holding me close. His breath lingered on my face as my eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat and the heat emerging from him traveled in m

Ryan POV:-It's midnight and it seems like the bed has lost its comfort and my slumber has been deprived of me. A strange coldness surged in me as I felt… Lonely. No bickering, no mocks, a pitch silence is spread across the room and an empty stomach. “What have I done?” I somehow felt alone because there's no one to snuggle close to me. A numbness took over me as I laid on the bed, frustrated. I put my hand over my face and emit a deep breath. I shouldn't have said that, no matter what, if anything happened to her, it would be my fault. “No, she is okay, she is with her sister.” I tried to reassure myself. But at the same time, some uneasiness and distress lingered in my heart as my heartbeat became faint in dread. “But what if she is not?” I sat up and got out of the bed. I went to the kitchen and thought about calling Rebecca.But after what I told her, I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to her over the phone.“Should I call her?”I looked for something to fill

Rebecca POV:- I don't understand him, he is the one who threw me out of the house, over the phone, not to mention and then took me back. “What is his problem? Is Ryan bipolar or something?” I muttered, walking down. “He should have let me go so that he can live his life in peace.” I continued with a puff forming over my face. After all I have made his life hell, the look of loathe and betrayal always flashed in his eyes. Sometimes I feel compassion for him, he has no faults and is still stuck in the undesirable situation of spending his life with me. Me, whose own father threw her out, thinking of her as nothing but contempt and he is living with me. “Dammit.” My heart clenched as I leaned on the counter of the kitchen and put my hands over my chest and lowered my head. I closed my eyes as mystifying thoughts came to my mind and didn't let me think straight. I vaguely remember going to the beach, remembering those days when all of us used to go there and enjoy oursel

Ryan POV:- “Argh.” I was sitting in my office, deep in thoughts. My mind is clouded with enigmatic thoughts that are making me feel uneasy and disgusted too, like how can I like Rebecca being close to me? “That rude, irritating and cold woman is the most undesirable woman.” I growled, rubbing my temples. “Then why the hell do I feel attracted to her?! Why does her tears soften my heart?” I growled, slamming my hand on the table. Why the urge to explore those ice walls, what despair hidden deep inside her always got the best of me? When I want to become her darkness, then why do I want to know what is her darkness? “Why do I feel compassion for her?!” I asked myself, hissing under my breath. The door knocked and my assistant entered, “Are you alright, Sir?” She asked. “Yeah, why?” I asked, frowning at her. “I heard a noise outside so I thought I might ask.” She replied vaguely. Maybe I should keep my thoughts inside my head. “It’s nothing. You go.” I ordered. She shrugged

1 Week Later:- After trying my best to get a normal conversation out of her, it all ended up in vain.  Our talk may start with random things but end with her mock. I am trying to get to know her and after sharing a few conversations with her.  I came to know that her way of talking is very tricky. She spoke deeply and understood it was beyond my capabilities most of the time.  Her words held profound meanings, which are similar to a riddle. Maybe I should tell her straightforwardly that I want to know her and want to give our relationship a chance.  “I get it, we cannot love each other but we can at least live our lives on good terms for whatever time we have left.” I muttered