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Under the half-illuminated street and in the eerie silence, he stood there with her unconscious body engulfed in his arms.
Her face tightly pressed on to his toned chest as he stood there ready to kill for her.

There was no doubt in the fact that he was a man of strength.
With those bulking muscles and hard core, no one can mistake him to be weak.

"Pretty boy.....we don't want to fight will you, just hand her over to us."

One of them said and Ashton's eyes darkened at him to make the person step back in fear.

They started elbowing each other to send a message which was known to him.

"He looks dangerous...we should go!"
The other nodded in fear
But alas he had no such intention.

Gently placing her body on the pavement with her head supported on the wall, he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt ready for just one thing.

A bloodbath

His eyes saw red, thinking what these men wanted to do to his wife.
Their evil intentions made him determined for a kill.

As soon as their steps retreated he didn't waste a second to let them escape.

Holding one from his neck and pushing another to the ground he started with his beastly assault.

In the silence of the empty streets cracking, sounds were echoing.
One after the other.
They didn't stop even when the cries of pain did.

He had gone insane still hitting on to the unconscious bodies of the two men.

Her heavy eyes slowly opening to take in the scene and she gasped at what she saw.

Without a single ounce of mercy, he kept hitting the immobile bodies.
He feared he will kill them if she didn't stop him.

Her broken rugged voice, she managed to call him.

"Ash...ton"

Hearing her, he stopped immediately to look at her.

She saw a beast in front of her.

With hands dripping in blood and eyes ready to kill.

But as soon as they fell on her all the anger got replaced by concern.

Picking her up in his arms he left them unconscious. Surrounded by their own blood not caring if they will make it till tomorrow morning or not.

............

Once back to the safety of their room he gently placed her on the bed.
His eyes taking in the wound on her forehead and the blood on her lips.

"I...am...fine now....just a mild headache"

She says but he ignores her.
Without a word he moved back from her and went into the washroom.

He was back now wearing a clean shirt with a kit of first aid in his hands.

She felt weird of him taking care of her.....of seeing this sweet side of this cold man .

But again she still has a lot to know about him.

She doesn't know him.

Gently dabbing the wet cotton bud on her forehead he coated it with his warm breaths.
Her eyes taking in his every movement as he mended her wounds.

Moving onto to her lips , his finger moved over her frozen chipped ones a fire of heat got lighted inside her.

He was taking more time than needed as his thumb kept tracing the trail of blood left by the wound at the corner of her lip.

His eyes darkening again and she held onto his arm to calm him down.

"It's fine....it doesn't hurt"

He looks back at her,his piercing gaze trying to find the truth behind her words.

She was lying and he could tell this from the way her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt, whenever he touched her wounds.

"Did they .....touch you?"

He asks with fists clenched at his side's and eyes refusing to meet hers.

She didn't know what to say.

"One of them punched me..... I think my jaw will be swollen by tomorrow..."

His eyes assessed her jaw to see a small bruise starting to take its shape.

He looked pained seeing her like this and she knew right then how soft his insides were in contrast to his outsides.

"Anywhere else?"

She moved her head in a no and he sighed in relief.

His hands held onto her wrist as he brought a wet cloth to clean her fingers.
Gently cleaning each of her fingers one by one to only stare at them.

Her hands were beautiful.

"You did well though, they had much more bruises than you have."

She smiled shyly as he praised her self defence skill.

Next, she felt him place his hand on her head.

Such a simple gesture but her body's reaction to it was far intense.

It was like his claim of protection on her and this day hence she decided to trust this man no matter what.

Hours passed but he refused to leave her side.
Staring at each little movement she did.

Feeling awkward she decided to ask.

"Do you....want something...?"

He looked torn on the inside as he looked at her.

"I ....am sorry for earlier....I couldn't control my anger...and I just -"

He didn't complete the sentence as he looked everywhere except her.

All her anger vanished in thin air and she wanted to hug this man and put their hearts at peace.

"You shouldn't be....it was my fault....I provoked you to behave like that"

His eyes stared back at hers, confused.

"No Elle still it was my fault!! Why do you-"

"Shhh"

She placed her finger on his lips to stop those eyes from drowning in self-guilt.

His eyes softened and for the first time, all his emotions were visible.

Guilt, regret, pain, sadness
But one emotion stood out from all.

Adoration.

He adored her for reasons she was herself unaware of.
Before she could interpret any other emotions.

He has crashed his lips on hers taking away all the coldness from them.

Her fingers interlock behind his neck ,giving him full access.
But this kiss seemed different than the earlier ones.

It was gentle and sweet.
Not rough and dominating.

As if he didn't want to hurt her already wounded lips, rather heal them with his warmth.
Small pecks were showered all the way from her lips to her bruised jaw.

And they seemed to do magic.

Long forgotten was the pain getting replaced by new feelings.

Her breathing has turned heavy as she looked at the eyes of her husband staring back at her.

"Don't you ever leave me like that again"

She smiled and nodded as he continued the task that he has dared to start.

She found safety in his arms and he found the much-needed peace to calm his mind.

They were poles apart but these few times they found solace in each other's arm.
.................................................

"Hurry up!! We will be late!!"

Elle banged on the bathroom door as he refused to come it.

He took more time in the bathroom than girls did.
Like seriously he has been in there since last 1 hour.

She banged again when he replied.

"I am coming women! Do you plan to break the door!"

She smiled and left to prepare breakfast.

This day till now was the best day ever.
She had woken up in the arms of her husband.
She had stared at his beautiful face for half an hour as she didn't want him to find her side empty in the morning when he wakes.

She placed the pancakes on the table and he entered , morning newspaper in his hand.

"Morning!!"

She wished with a small smile on her face and blush on her cheeks.

"A very good morning....."
Suddenly his tome changed from calm to anger.

"...just discard them!! I don't like them!! "
Confused she looked at the pancakes to see what was wrong in them.
She looked fine to her, did he not like them?

"No!! I want the best of the products to go for sampling!! This will not do!! No John make them again!"

She looked harder at him to find out what was wrong when her eyes fell on the white earpiece in his ear.
He was talking to John...oh...he was wearing pods.

She calmed down and soon he ended the call.

Placing the juice glass near his plate she turned to clean the small kitchen when he stopped her.

"Come sit"

She hesitated as he always liked having his breakfast alone.
She didn't want to disturb him.

"Sit Elle, and where is your plate?"

She placed her fringe behind her ear awkwardly, looking down at her shoes.

"I...I...will have it later...you..enjoy"

His eyes met her shy ones and this time he ordered her instead of asking.

"Go get your plate, we will start together."

Deciding not to argue any longer she hurriedly ran into the kitchen and prepared her plate.
Not wanting him to wait for her any longer.

As soon as she sat beside him in silence he started eating.

Sounds of the spoon hitting the plates could be heard as both sat in silence ,enjoying their first breakfast together.

"How is the bruise? Is your jaw stiff?"

He asked as his eyes assessed the colour of the bruise on her jaw and the mild swelling that has started to appear now.

"It's fine...I will take a painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine after having my lunch."

He nodded as his grip on his fork tightened.
How badly he wanted to kill those men once again.

The silence was broken by his phone ringing and her eyes landed on the caller.

"Lori"

She felt a wave of sadness but refused to show it.
He was right last night.
Her insecurities were baseless and her accusations lacked evidence.

From now on she will behave like a mature woman.
Besides she has to trust her husband.
Trust was the base of every relationship and she has doubted it already.

He didn't look affected by his wife's presence next to him as he picked up her call.

Not leaving the table or excused himself.

Instead, he sat there enjoying the pancakes while talking to her.

"You want to meet today? Err sorry but today I can't! I am busy! ......no...that will be fine......yes .....yaa I will send you the documents tomorrow......"

15 minutes passed already and they were going on like childhood best friends who meet after so long.

She thought of giving them their privacy and decided to leave .

As soon as she pushed her seat back to get up a hand gripped her wrist.

Surprised,she looked at him as he ordered her sternly.

"Where are you going? First, finish this."

He says pointing to the half-eaten pancake on her plate.

"Yes Lori I remember and luckily you haven't changed a bit!! Still the same with those lame jokes of yours"

Elle sat back on her seat again playing with her pancakes.
Her eyes enjoying the sight of her smiling husband.
He looked so beautiful and her finger involuntarily touched her lips.

Remembering just how this beautiful man has claimed her lips last night.

A blush radiating on her cheeks.

He caught her movement and the blush on her cheeks.
He smiled knowing what she was thinking.

Smirking he ended the call and gave her his full attention.

"Is my wife having indecent thoughts about me?"

She couldn't answer it,a wave of anxiety and tingles spread in her insides.
She gets up, in a hurry to leave the table ,to leave him.

But before she could he pulled her back from her waist making her land on his lap.

An involuntary shriek of surprise leaving her lips .

There was the evidence he was searching for.
Her beetroot red cheeks.

"Wh...what are...you.... doing?"
She asked innocently trying to get up as he placed both his hands on the table on her either side.

Blocking her.

"I am doing what a husband is supposed to do wifey? Are you not comfortable here?"

She couldn't answer, hell she couldn't even look at those beautiful eyes that were staring at her with amusement.

She shifted her weight to feel really uncomfortable when he cursed to her surprise.

"Fu** Elle stop moving !! "
Her worried eyes looked at him to see his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Confused as to what happened to him suddenly she gently placed her hand on his cheek and asked him.

"Ashton..?"

Suddenly his eyes opened and what she saw made her literally jump back from him.

There was only one emotion in those cold eyes now.

And it was lust.


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