Semua Bab Until I Wrote Him : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 82 India's POV The door slammed behind me, reverberating like a gunshot in my chest.I ran.Though I knew I couldn't outrun what just happened in the control room.Not in a measured, controlled way, not like a graceful escape from some fleeting annoyance. No!I ran as though the air itself was trying to claw me back, as though the walls of this ship, this metallic, pristine nightmare were closing in, trying to smother me under their cold, indifferent weight.My flip flops clattered against the polished floor, echoing in a rhythm that only mocked me. One, two, three…my heartbeat drummed in my ears, not keeping pace, but overreaching it, dragging panic behind it like a storm on the horizon.I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest tightened with every step, a vice of disbelief and horror locking me inside my own body. The diamond on my finger, a diamond I had never chosen, never wanted, never even imagined caught the li

Chapter 84 India's POV The world doesn’t end with a scream.It ends with a breath.A sharp, choking breath dragged into trembling lungs as smoke burned the inside of my nose and fear burned the inside of my chest. Roman’s arm locked around my waist, and my back slammed into his chest so hard the impact jarred my bones.“Stay down,” he growled, the sound vibrating through my spine.I didn’t stay down.I collapsed down. My legs gave out, not in weakness but in shock. The deck was hot beneath my palms; the air was thick, a choking mix of smoke, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of danger.Another spray of bullets lit the air in bursts of silver fire.Roman didn’t hesitate.His body curved over mine completely, caging me without trapping me, covering me without crushing me. I felt the heat of a bullet zip past us, close enough that I felt the wind of it kiss the exposed edge of my shoulder.Roman jerked.Not in fear.In r

Chapter 86 India's POV The bathroom felt smaller than ever, the air charged with something raw and untamed as Roman’s lips returned the kiss with equal fervor. I hadn't expected that. My pulse thundered in my ears, every nerve in my body igniting under the heat of his touch. His hands gripped my waist with a ferocity that made my knees weak, pulling me into him until there was no space left between us. I could feel the hard planes of his chest through his shirt, the raw strength in his frame, and the unmistakable bulge pressing against my lower belly, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. My breath hitched as his mouth moved with mine, hungry and relentless, his tongue slipping past my lips to claim me in a way that left no room for thought. I clung to his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. My body responded on instinct, arching into him, needing more, craving every rough edge of him. The taste of him, salt, smok

Chapter 88 India's POV The sunlight was merciless. Not the soft, polite morning sunlight that tiptoes in through blinds, it was bold, brazen, spilling into the room like it owned the place. My eyes cracked open, squinting against its judgmental glare.Mid-day. Had I slept through half the day? My body protested the sudden consciousness. Every muscle, every joint, even some random bones I didn’t know I had, reminded me that last night had been… intense. Painful in ways that made me want to crawl back under the covers and pretend reality didn’t exist.I blinked, trying to piece together the world around me. The bed was huge, the sheets rumpled, the room too quiet without the subtle presence of Roman somewhere nearby. My heart started thumping as fragments of memory returned: the kiss, the way his hands had held me, the way my body had reacted, the way I had chosen him. “I’m choosing you.”Those words, whispered against my ear

Chapter 90 Roman's POV The sun was already beginning its slow descent by the time I reached the lower deck, the soft golden light stretching across the polished teak like a sheen of honey. The air smelled like salt, heat, and the promise of something unfamiliar, something domestic.Something I never did.Cooking.I never cooked.Not for myself.Not for anyone.Not even when I was a teenager and had to fend for myself in the earliest, roughest years of my life.I had always found people who could do it for me.Efficiency.Delegation.Tools of a man who didn’t waste time performing tasks he could outsource.But as I walked toward the custom-built grill that Dorsey had uncovered from the yacht’s side compartment, I felt something… different. A pull. A quiet itch beneath my skin.A need.India liked seafood.I saw it once when she stared at the lobsters we once had in one of our dinners together. She grew up on an island so sh