Page 62 of She will Always be Mine

Just Riaan.

Chapter Twenty-One

RIAAN

“I need your help with bringing Nyra back.”

All it took was one late-night call from Nyra for my patience to finally snap. One call for my anger to dissolve while I listen to her breakdown, her voice low and scared.

At first, I couldn’t believe it was her calling me in the middle of the night. And then, as soon as I had picked up and heard her quiet breathing, the silence stretching between us, my heart had cracked open as visions of someone hurting her flashed before my eyes. Before she had even uttered any words, my decision was made.

I was getting her back.

I’ll let her be mad at me, lie and fall apart, as long as she’s by my side.

Until her pain mingles with mine.

No more waiting for her mom to get her head out of her ass and allow Nyra her freedom. I’m so pissed that she doesn’t even realize or simply doesn’t care that her daughter is falling apart, and all she is concerned about is her own anger.

I’m still haunted by Nyra’s vulnerable words saying she needed me. Her pain so visceral that it cut me open.

Even more shocking was the way she was trying to punish herself, calling herself tainted. None of it made sense. What could possibly make her think that?

Most of all, I’m afraid I’ll lose her and I’ll be too late.

She is isolated, fragile, and alone.

She may deny it, but last night was the last straw, a cry for help. I more than felt the anguish that came pouring out of her. For a split second, I was taken aback when she begged me to make her hurt and the more she pleaded, the more powerless I felt.

I hated the distance separating us, the web of lies she’s woven and her stubbornness to let me inside her.

While she was lost in the pleasure, all I felt was torture.

Torture I couldn’t touch her.

Feel her.

Protect her.

Even though my body enjoyed the little noises and moaning sounds she made... It wasn’t enough. The only thing keeping my temper at bay was knowing that she came to me while she was hurting and I’m the only one who could ease her pain and the guilt she felt.

It gave me hope that I could still fix whatever was broken. Hope that I could still save us and that it wasn’t too late.

I waited while she came down from her high and only when her breathing had evened out, did I end the call. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep and stayed up late until the morning sunlight poured into my room.

By then, I had plotted on how I was going to bring her back to Pune and there was only one person who could help me. The only one I trust not to betray me.

And she’s staring right at me with understanding and satisfaction in her eyes. And I’m grateful when she doesn’t circle around the question.

“I’m surprised you waited this long,beta,” my mom comments. “Of course, I’ll help you.”

She sits on the couch in the drawing room with a fresh cup of tea between her hands. Since I knew she won’t be busy in the morning, I came straight here to talk to her instead of going to the office.

Now that I’ve decided I won’t sit back and wait idly, I’m not wasting any more time. Before I tell her my plan, I have some burning questions of my own to ask her.

“How long have you known about us?” I ask while taking a seat opposite her.

She takes a sip of her tea before answering with a small smile. “Ever since I saw the way you two looked at each other the first night she stayed over after coming to Pune. You wouldn’t take your eyes off of her and stayed glued to her side. And when I saw the devastation on your face as she left, I knew it was more than just infatuation.”

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