he loves me ?

Chapter 9: He Loves Me?

Ayra's honeymoon with Roham had been nothing short of magical. The romantic getaways, the candlelit dinners, and the endless conversations had all been so enchanting. Yet, amidst all the romance, Ayra couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing.

She had always been open about her feelings, telling Roham that she loved him, but he had never reciprocated. The lack of affirmation had been gnawing at her, and she decided it was time to confront him.

"Roham, dear, do you love me?" Ayra asked, her voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Roham looked taken aback by the question. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

"I just want to know," Ayra replied, her eyes locked on his. "You can simply say yes or no."

Roham's expression softened, and he took Ayra's hand in his. "I love you," he said, his voice low and husky.

Ayra's heart skipped a beat. She had longed to hear those words, and now that she had, she felt a sense of joy and relief wash over her.

But Roham's words were laced with deceit. He didn't truly love Ayra; he just wanted to keep her body and soul bound to him.

"Sure," Ayra said, a smile spreading across her face.

"Yes, my love," Roham replied, his eyes gleaming with desire.

"Now, can I join you in bed?" Ayra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roham's face lit up with a sly smile. "Yes, my love, yes."

As the night wore on, Roham made love to Ayra, his passion and desire fueled by his own selfish desires. Ayra, on the other hand, felt like she was on cloud nine, her heart filled with joy and love.

But little did she know, the truth behind Roham's words would one day shatter her world.

As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, the shadows outside their window seemed to grow longer and darker, as if sensing the deceit that lurked beneath the surface of their love.

Ayra's sleep was filled with a vivid dream, where she heard a hauntingly beautiful siren song. The melody was mesmerizing, and the lyrics seemed to speak directly to her heart.

"Deceit beneath the surface is filled with love," the siren sang, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "Oh, oh, darker deceit I sense, yeah... Will you really love me back?"

Ayra's dream self felt a shiver run down her spine as the siren's voice seemed to echo her own doubts and fears. She felt like she was being sung to, like the siren was trying to tell her something.

The song continued, but the lyrics shifted to an ancient language that Ayra couldn't understand. The words sounded like a mixture of whispers and wails, and they sent shivers down Ayra's spine.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah, ahh... Ahhh, ah, ahh, ah, ahh, ahh, ahh, ah, ahh, ahh..."

The song seemed to go on forever, echoing in Ayra's mind long after she woke up. She felt a sense of unease, like the siren's song had been trying to warn her of something. But what?

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