LEERA POV

The sweet, pleasant smell of pancakes filled my nose and mind with bliss. At first I thought I was possibly dreaming cause who would make me pancakes when I actually live alone? then I realized no it isn't a dream I can actually smell sweet pancakes from my bed.

Mom! Oh god! for a moment i felt relieved again.

I got up from my bed, still barely awoke. I walked out of my bedroom with my eyes almost closed not able to open and adjust them with the surrounding light.

Rubbing my eyes and yawning I called my mother "Mum?" "Leera? Dear?" I slowly opened my eyes finding myself standing in the dining area. Then my eyes trailed everywhere else around and stopped immediately seeing the most unexpected sight in the morning.

My eyes grew bigger with comprehendence. Am I still dreaming? Or are my eyes delusional now?

I kept staring at him as if i have seen an alien, trying to understand if I'm actually seeing him here. What the hell is the fucking Azezal Pavano doing in my apartment, sitting here on my dinning table?

He looked back at my hazy morning eyes and I kept on wondering if I'm seeing right. Then the intensity of his grey orbs itself clarified I ain't dreaming, I'm wide awake and here's right here sitting in front of me with my family.

My attention went back to my mom who is busy setting pancakes on his plate filled with other different items which looked extra delicious now "What is he doing here??" My mom giving me dead glances as she approached me and whispered onto my ear dragging me inside with her. "Look at yourself! How can you come out like this in front of a guest? All messy and disheveled? And how could you say that why is he here in front of him?"

"Mum I just woke up and I had no fucking clue this man is here and what the hell is he doing here" I murmured irritated at her.

"He is a guest dear" "I don't remember inviting any guest at my place and I don't want strangers here"

"Stanger? He is your neighbour and he said he knows you too and you two are good along" I wanted to laugh hearing her. "Really? And why is he here?" I folded my arms annoyed. "Your dad has a good business relation with him. He supported your dad during days of hard and rough. This morning when your dad went down for jogging he met Azezal and invited him over"

"What?" I'm stunned hearing her. My dad knows him? What the real fuck? Even when we were dating I mentioned my dad several times to him and Azezal even saw his pictures and he knew him to well by how much I used to talk about my dad. Azezal never wanted to let anyone know about our relation and that included my own family. Even if my family knew I had a boyfriend, they never got to know who was he because I never told them and that was only cause Azezal restricted me. That time he said it was because there would be rumours and too much public attention as he is famous and he didn't want that. I agreed onto it too cause I myself didn't want any media or people I don't even know to know about my personal life and get involved in other issues.

But later I knew it wasn't it. He was just using me. Nothing else. Anyway i didn't even suit his level and standard. Why would a rich ass handsome man date me for? Sadly I was so much of an idiot that time to even think the right way.

He knew it is my dad but even after that why is he involved in anything with my dad? That thought angered me.

"He is so well mannered, Leera! Approachable and kind even after he is a very well known person" My mom said again.

"What are you trying to say? Say it up straight" My head buzzed with exasperation now that I already knew what she meant and where is she taking this.

"I'm not trying to mean anything. Just behave well and act yourself. Get dressed and come for breakfast. Everyone is waiting" she kissed my cheek before attempting to leave from my room.

"Mum wait!" I paused for a second until she turned and stared back at me. "I don't want him here" I murmured with a tone that remained the question why, but I have no urge to tell her why.

"Why? What happened?" She asked worried and my eyes dropped down. She doesn't know anything. About my past with him has been miserable, about what he has done to her daughter, that he is the cause of my sorrows. I wanted to tell her 'he is still the reason your daughter hasn't completely recovered yet and couldnt even properly move on. He is the reason your daughter in shattering apart.

But in the end I choose silence and no words made out of my mouth of what I wanted to say rather a few unimpressive words came out of my mouth that didn't do any good. "I just don't like him so he can't stay here"

"Why are you overreacting? We just invited him for breakfast, we ain't asking you to marry him" She rolled her eyes exhausted arguing with me now.

"Mum-"

"you better watch out your mouth before speaking anything stupid again. Get ready and come for breakfast, we are waiting outside. No more words" she left closing the door behind

Finding no other option, I made my way to my bathroom. I looked at myself on the mirror and almost wanted to scream now. What the actual fuck? My hair an entire mess, my bra strap showing, my dress disheveled, my face still tired. I'm absolutely embarrassed now to walk into him like that? He was staring at me the whole time. What must he be thinking?

Damn? Why do I care?

I finally dressed up and went outside after composing myself, finding them in their half eaten breakfast session.

Mom and dad sat beside eachother opposite to Azezal. Elle sat at the corner chair giggling to whatever Azezal said to her and I wondered what was so much about something this cold ass strict man saying? There weren't no other seat except beside Azezal's one.

"Leera come dear" my father called me when he saw me standing. I gave him a half smile and nod before approaching them and sitting beside the demon.

"Leera, this is Mr Pavano" Dad said to me thinking I don't know this monstrous man and I just nodded uninterested. "Sir, it's Azezal" I almost choked on my juice and looked at him. Can this man actually be this much respectful.

My dad laughed "You are just like my son dear than a business partner" My mouth hang open with whatever shocking thing I'm getting to hear today. Now this man is trying to steal my parents from me?

"Azezal, make yourself at home and enjoy dear" my mom served him more salad. I noticed there was a smile on his face while he talked to my parents which was too surprising for me. Fake smile? I wondered but it looked too real.

My eyes dropped to my bowl, bored. I kept stirring cereal in my milk. Now my own mom wasn't serving me while he served him with so much enthusiasm and love, asking him what he needs more and sweet talking to him.

What's wrong with everyone here?

I wasn't even listening to their conversation and didn't had the urge to take part too. Too drown down deep inside my thoughts when a single sentence broke me apart from my thoughts.

"I want to talk about Leera" I instantly looked at him hearing the most shocking words. He looked serious and his face neutral as he spoke the next words, "I would like to marry her if you approve"

It was like someone stroke my damn head with a hammer and I lost my sense. What am I hearing? Is he a maniac or am I? Probably I'm still dreaming.

"Well dear, it's upto her and you. I would love to have you as my son in law anytime" My dad laughed and my mother smiled. What the hell is going on here and what did I miss?

This man really lost his mind? Or is he acting insane?

"That won't be a problem then. I just wanted your approval the rest is on me" Azezal stared at me with dead horrifying eyes with a hint of small smile that only added to my terror. I wanted to speak but I was in short of words.

I gulped down a glass of water and then tried to speak again but before I could he spoke up. "I need to use the washroom" he practically told me while looking at me. "Leera, show him the restroom" my mom told me again with a gentle smile. I briefly nodded and got up, pretending to lead the way. He already knows every corner of this house but acting dumb infront of my parents.

Once I reached my room with him following me behind I hesitantly closed the door after we got inside, so that nobody can listen to us.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What is your fucking motive?" I barked at his face and a pure evil grin configured on his sharp and perfect featured face. He entirely ignored my questions as if I never spoke. "Why did you lock the door?" He arched an eyebrow at me after burying his hands inside his pocket and checking my room out as if it's his first time here.

"What did you mean by saying you want to marry me before? What exactly have you fed my mom and dad? What did you tell them before I arrived?" I enquired impatiently, agitated at him and whatever he said at the table.

He stepped closer to me standing an just inch away from me. I didn't step back, I watched him with the same fierceness as fury enraged me more and more. "Why don't you ask your dad and mom yourself?"

"Don't provoke me more, Azezal" "Why? Are you afraid your parents trust me more than their own daughter?" He challenged. "Have you cracked your head somewhere? You seem to forget you are engaged to Carla and here you are asking my dad bout marrying me?" I laughed. "Never in my worst nightmare I'll marry a man like you" My words and gaze firm and I meant every word.

"Seems like you prefer being a mistress. No problem with that too" My hands fisted and before i could punch him right on his face, he pulled me by my arm and I collided straight to his chest.

Venomous smirk remained on his flawless handsome face. "That night you didn't show me your skills. Why not show me now?" My blood boiled with anger and this time I couldn't even stop myself and raised my hand to slap but before I could his other hand held and squeezed so hand I felt like it would break anytime. I hissed with pain.

He held my hand behind my back, I couldn't move or make any step. He slowly leaned onto me, I could smell his cologne and minty breath by how much near he is to me.

"Don't put more on your repaying plate. You already have a lot to pay for" He whispered in my ear as if it's his favourite thing to do. Try to scare me with words. But his any word didn't do anything to me other than add to my anger growing inside me more and more with the passing time and watching his actions.

I whimpered when my bracelet started stinging my wrist due to his tight hold.

He let me go and stepped away, his face cold and his demeanor strict again.

"Why do you want to marry me now?" I asked out of the blue with every urge to know the answer, now while I don't have anything else to do.

He stopped just infront of my vanity and his eyes roamed over the scattered make up and other my stuffs there. Taking his one hand out of the pocket he picked up my red lipstick and stared at me through the mirror while I stared back at his reflection on his mirror, wondering what he is doing.

He opened the cap of my lipstick and bought it near the mirror, writing on the mirror surface. I stayed on my place quite, watching his every move with anticipation.

When he finished writing on my mirror with my lipstick he placed the lipstick on the vanity again and went away, opening the door and closing it behind him.

"You are mine" That's what was now written on the mirror. I stared at it with heavily hazy eyes now.

My mind repeated the words written there. You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.

It made nothing to me. I was only filled and messed up with more questions. What's he up to now? Even after having a fiancee why is he doing this to me? Does it mean he loves-

No it can never be possible. A man like him and something like love can never sit on a single straight line.

All I did was wonder and wonder standing stunned and staring at his handwritten words on the mirror with my red lipstick. To my misfortune, it felt like the words on my vanity mirror screamed my fate is sealed from here but I still refused to believe.......

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