Page 102 of Twisted Alliance

She knew he was going to shower like he always did when he returned each night.

While she waited, her eyes searched and fell on the phone he placed next to the bed on a nightstand along with a small pouch. She slowly walked towards the nightstand and kept staring at the phone. She didn’t dare to touch it right then.

“It’s for you.”

Ishani jumped violently, hearing Shivay’s voice.

Her heart thudded and she turned to see him standing near the closet area in a T-shirt and shorts. He was watching her while drying his hair.

“W-what is for me?” she asked, her heart thudding sickly.

He put the towel in his hand to the side and came towards her. Then stopping near the nightstand, he reached for the small pouch.

He took out a pair of thick, traditionally made bangles. “For you.”

She recognized the handmade bangles from the Reewar clan since the craftsmanship was unique to the region. It was a small clan that had shut out every other clan for decades.

“You went into the Reewar region today?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

She knew how hard it was to penetrate that clan that shunned the outside world. But Shivay had not only gone there to negotiate unity and peace but he also bought a beautiful souvenir for her.

Her heart twisted at the fact, and she was determined to do anything to keep him safe.

“Thank you,” she said. “These are beautiful.”

She slipped them on her hands, wanting to wear them that night, regardless of whether they suited her nightwear or not.

Soon, she led him towards the small table where they sat opposite each other.

His eyes took in the beautifully set up intimate dinner, especially the sweets. “Looks good,” he said with a small smile.

“My mother sent the sweets this morning,” she said. “She made them for you because you enjoyed them during the visit.”

She knew she was speaking too fast but she couldn’t slow down due to her nervousness.

He didn’t seem to notice.

“Your mother is an excellent cook,” he said. “When she meets my mother, I’m sure they’ll have many common things to talk about. My mother enjoys cooking too.”

She stared at him, shocked by his words. He was not only telling her about his mother, but he spoke as though there would be a time when both their mothers would meet and have enjoyable conversations.

Her heart ached imagining such a sweet, beautiful thing happening.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.

She jumped slightly and noticed he had served food in both their plates.

“I-I… yes. Sorry, I was distracted.”

There was another small smile on his face.

Her heart thudded even as her cheeks heated, knowing what he was thinking. He thought she was distracted by him and what they would do after dinner.

He was right.

She watched him eat and take sips of the rose-flavored drink she had mixed earlier. Although her stomach was too nervous to enjoy the food, she still managed to finish her meal.

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