Chapter-51

Vanessa's POV:

I said, "Now... let's get you something.... ok?"

I kept my fingers rushing to the men's t shirt, It is so out of his style. Usually he wears black, like always black.

I want to see him in something else, but will he be ok with some colors in his closet?

I picked a neutral shirt, yea.. this won't be that hard for him, I hope he likes it.

Soon, I was arranging a few outfits for him. I tried to find him, I realized he was looking at the jacket section.

I silently stood near him, My heart is shaking in nervousness. He will like it right?

Or will he think this is stupid?

Vanessa, please... have some strength.

I saw him picking a jacket, his taste is so expensive and classy. And look at this, I picked an outfit of an classy rom-com hero.

I am hopeless.

He wore the jacket effortlessly, checking it's fit. I realized he noticed me, he turned to me looking at my hands.

I quickly pulled those clothes behind my back, I said, "Amm.... You look nice...."

He raised his eyebrow as he said, "thanks..."

I felt him pulling me to himself as he took the clothes in my hands, I am little shocked and lot of embarrassed.

God!!!!

Have mercy on my stupid brain.

He is no sweet boyfriend to think this is cute. He is mafia boss, why will he wear something for me?

And I am sure he will think it's tacky.

I saw him checking the clothes, I said, "Seth... leave them..... I was just... Just...."

He said, "I like these..... maybe my new favorite...."

My words died in me, did he said what he said.

He thinks the clothes are good enough right.

They are so out of his style.

He walked passing me, I stood there confused on where he went, but it didn't took long, he came out in those clothes.

He wore my choice!!

My heart went light, like I am flying in cloud. He is deadly handsome, he can beat any actor or model.

They would be jobless if he decided to volunteer.

Seth said standing in front of me, "How is this?"

I whispered, "Perfect..."

I covered my mouth on sudden complement. I said that is daze, I was so amazed by his handsome face that I said out.

Wait.... there is nothing wrong in my complement.

Seth grabbed my arm as he said, "choose few more for me...."

Hu?

a month later,

I feel like I am in the happiest era of my life, The things got better since that date. That was not the only time we did went out as couple, I tried to do everything with him, from movie dates to just hangouts. And yet again today I feel like I miss him.

He got busy recently, but he is coming home in few hours, He wasn't home last night. Suddenly something came up, Martha told me he is coming back soon.

I waited for him in the living room, I whispered looking at my watch, "It's taking him quite long...."

I heard Martha from behind, "I suggest... You shouldn't be here, Madam..."

I turned to her, I can sense some kind of serious trouble on her face. She whispered, "For his betterment.... go back to your room, and don't bother him for few days...."

I questioned. I got up saying, "He is back home?"

Martha whispered, "He was back an hour ago... stay the night away from him... he needs it...." She turned to walk away.

A thousand things ran in my mind, every dark though crossed my mind in split second. I called her, "Martha!..."

She stopped, I asked, "What happened to Seth?... Is he ok?" Something happened to him?

This thought drags me down the drain.

My heart is so fearful to lose him, he showed me someone can really care for me. I cannot lose that.

Martha turned to me, She said, "Today is his birthday, you should have known.... He can never be fine today.... He wishes to stay alone...."

His birthday?

I tried to come up with reason for such uneven sentence, to make sense out of Martha's words.

I remembered..... Silvia killed Alberto today.... years ago, on Seth's birthday....

I feel void in me, How can I forget that?

I heard Martha, "He said not to disturb him, like every other year..... Vanessa, stay away for tonight...."

I found myself walking to my room all numb, my thoughts are darkening my surrounding. It's not right... I cannot leave him like this.

He is alone.... living his nightmare...

He shouldn't be alone right?

What if he does something to himself?

How is he talking this day again and again?

He must be hurt.....

he needs me.....

then why he never lets me see his pain.... I want to help him.

It would be so unfair to let him suffer alone..... Love doesn't let that happened.

few minutes later, I walked in his study, I was meet with fear as I saw state of the room. It's all messed up, but thankfully not broken.

He is here for so long and yet.... he didn't told me he was back. He wants to hide, a man powerful as him wants to hide? How much pain life gave him?

I stepped in the other room, It didn't took me long to find him, he was just sitting there with bunch of papers. He had a glance at me then back at the papers.

He is pretending to be ok, the scene in both rooms is different. If I didn't knew him, I would have thought he just got angry.

I noticed the dried blood on his arm, I can see the wound from here. He must have took the papers in his hand hearing presence outside the door.

He is pretending like nothing is wrong, like he didn't had a breakdown. His hairs are scattered around his forehead, he looks dull.

I found myself looking at his face when he asked, "You need anything?.... I am quite busy...."

Why he wants me to go away now?

He is making me angry, I walked out of the room leaving him alone. But maybe not for too long.

I walked in the room again with a first aid kit, if he thinks I will abandon him then he is wrong. He has no choice but to receive my love.

Whatever he is, he is mine!!!

I saw surprise on his face, he said, "Sugar.... go back to your room..." Like he ordered.

He has no right to order me, when he is my lover. At most he can request, and I am not feeling generous right now.

I sat on the table in front of him, pushing his chair a little, I was right in front of him. He is way taller than me, so it didn't matter if I sit on the table or chair.

I took his hand, he whispered, "You heard me...."

I looked at him, I guess he read my silence, and noticed my tears. For first time I am in pain, because someone is trying to hide his. And this is hurting me, angering me.

I pressed the cotton on his wound cleaning it, I didn't showed any gentleness. I was hoping to see pain, so I can say something harsh to him for hiding if it hurts so much.

But I heard him, "Sugar..... You are giving me pain, and crying yourself....."