His vicious revenge by Yarmia Tariq (best free ereader .txt) 📗

Both remained silent throughout the journey, while Gerard stole a few glances at her. Alaya's heart was filled with so much hatred that she didn't even spare him a glance, throughout the way she kept her eyes glued to the surroundings outside the car. 
The car reached the halt, and before he could come to open her car door, she didn't wait and opened the door herself and stepped out. As she tried to stand herself on her feet, her head ached so badly that she almost fall but in time Gerard held her from waist and pulled her close to his chest. While she was in so much pain, she didn't protested. As soon she realized his smell in her nostrils and his hard muscular body against her fragile, she pushed him. But he didn't let her go. She started to resist his grip and tried to push him away from her. 
"Alaya please stop it! I'm not doing anything to you, let's get in then you can do whatever you want. I won't stop you but right now you can't even stand by yourself" He sighed.
"Just shut up! The last time you said those words, you almost killed me. And I'm not afraid of you anymore, kill me! Kill me now! It's better to die than living this ruthless life with you" she almost shouted ignoring the pain which rose in her head again.
Putting all her strength at once, she tried to stand herself, while Gerard let her go. She took slow steps towards the door. And then she entered the lounge and sat on the sofa for a while to relax herself and wait for the pain to disappear. Just then she saw Gerard marching towards the room upstairs, passing her but did not spare her a glance and in long strides he disappeared from her sight. 
The more she thought about him, the more she hate him. She lied there and made herself a bit comfortable.
After a while, a maid came there and gave her medicines to take. She silently took them as she knew he must have sent them. She didn't wanted to eat them but her head was so heavy and the pain was nowhere to disappear, so she obediently took them all in one go.
She didn't realize for how much time she slept, but when she woke up, she was on bed, covered with a rug. She felt so comfortable and cozy that she didn't wanted to get up. But she took notice of her surroundings, she realized that something was changed in the room. Something was missing.

The door opened and the same maid entered with food, and she realize her imagination. 
"I was about to wake you miss" she smiled and put the food down on the bed.
"What time is it?" She asked curiously.
"Almost evening" she replied.
"What? I slept for whole day? Nobody awoke me?" She asked in disbelief.
"The medicines you took, it's because of them. They were pills so you can rest better. But now you're finally awake please have food, you must be hungry" she said politely.
"Okay thanks, I'll wash myself then I'll eat it" 
"Do you need help?"
"No it's completely fine, I'll do it myself"
"Sure I'll go then" the maid got out of the room.
Alaya got up from the bed and took slow steps towards the bathroom. She took out a lose dress and placed it on the bed. Then with much difficulty she washed herself and tied a bathrobe around her waist and came into the room to dress herself.
Without much caution, she opened her bathrobe and picked up the dress to wear. As she tried to fit the dress down from the head, her head started to ache again. She got stuck. She was all naked, just in her inner wears. And the dress was stuck from the head, as she tried to pull it down but her head started to spin and she almost felt dizzy. As she struggled, she felt hands around her body. The dress was pulled down from her head and fit around her arms and down her body. She turned around in utter shock and found the least expected presence around her. 
"What are you doing here?" She asked in rage.
"When you know that you can't do it yourself then why did you deny the help? I asked the maid to help you but you're so confident that you can do it and now look" he said it all with the same tone. 
She remained silent and turned her head to avoid him.
He got up and picked up the tray of food, only to put in front of her. 
"Now eat it" he said while looking at her.
"I don't need your approval to eat it, leave me on my own" she said while tears forming in her eyes.
He sat beside her, her back facing him.
"Look I know what I did is extremely wrong, and I have already made my mind to put it right, can you please treat me good for one week. After that  I promise you won't even have to look at me. But please treat me right for one week, let me show you how sincere I am and I really want to be with you" he said hardly controlling his emotional voice.
She remained silent and did not say a word. After receiving no reply, he stood up and left the room.
She let the few tears flow and then ate the food in silence.
The days passed, and they both did not said a word to each other. Alaya didn't wanted to face him and he didn't show himself in front of her. They both avoided each other. She hated him, while he did for her sake of peace and his inner guilty instinct. He wanted to make her realize that he is really guilty and disgusted at himself for doing bad things to her, but he loved her. The only problem was that his love was abusive, he was abusive and his love was forced love.

It was the last night, that he was going to live with her under the same roof. He wanted to make it special, and memorable for himself so he can live rest of his life in peace, remembering the most special night with her. He made all the arrangements himself and bought a special dress for her. He asked the maid to deliver the dress to Alaya and ask her to dress up as they need to go somewhere. It was a perfect excuse, for will she'll dress up.
So she did.....