The Fate of Narendra Women
11. You Nasty [REVISED]

Kamila fever.

All this morning he grimaced in pain, complaining his head hurt unbearably.

But Kamila didn't want to tell anyone. He just wanted Iaros to be nearby, holding his hand, enough to convince Kamila that he didn't go into another woman's arms.

"I can't see you get hurt." Iaros knelt beside the bed, holding his numb hand. "I've always hurt you, Kamila. You deserve to hate me."

What'd he say?

"I am guilty." Kamila closed her eyes and tried to breathe even though she was disjointed. "I always cry and ask for your help. Sorry, Young Master."

Stuffy.

Kamila held back from crying so that her head wouldn't get sicker. Iaros repeatedly changed the compress on his forehead, then held Kamila's hand and muttered in apology.

But it wasn't his fault.

The cursed Kamila has this body.

"Young Master."

"Don't talk."

"Do you hate me?" Kamila stared at him among the blurring gazes. "You must be disgusted at me. I'm weak. I easily trouble. Instead of doing something for my life, I complained and cried. You must hate me."

Iaros breathing hunting.

His hand squeezed Kamila's fingers. Kissing her little and tiny ring fingers, trembling because she was weak.

"I'll cry for you too." Iaros rubbed his cheek into Kamila's hand. "I'll cry like you often. If you feel uncomfortable crying alone, I'll be with you."

Kamila instead pulled Iaros' hand to land on his cheek. He still has trouble breathing there.

"I just have you." He shed tears again. "I don't know anything about the world. You're all I can have."

"Have me and don't dream of the world. I'm enough for you."

Iaros bowed, immersing his face in Kamila's tear line.

Wasn't that day she cried? He cried at Iaros, looking very pitiful and fragile but filled with hatred and disgust.

Kamila squeezed the hand on her chest, trembling with a look of hate. "Who's the woman who wants to be with a lunatic like you?"

"...."

"I and you can't be together. I'm spending time with you as your brother. How do you define that as love? You are the one who claims me!"

"Lied." Iaros pushed him hard, unconsciously clutching Kamila's wrist.

Rage burns.

The lifetime they spent on Iaros was love. How could he say it was a brother?

"Kamila, don't be mad at me. I did something wrong to yell at you. Excuse me. Sorry to make a mistake. You can hit me or insult me. Do whatever you want don't say—"

"You're disgusting!"

Iaros.

"Andi disgusts me! You're disgusting!" Kamila seemed to be trying to protect herself as if Iaros had injured her. "Do you think I'm in love with you when you just keep harassing me?! You think I'm stupid?! Your eyes, your behavior, everything about you, you think I can't realize you're thinking dirty things about me?!"

Iaros sinned. He knew Kamila was a woman and women tended to hate men's minds. But he did not expect at all that it would make him very disgusted and depressed.

"I am guilty." Iaros withdrew his hand, unable to accept Kamila's attitude which seemed as if Iaros was so terrifying. "I am guilty. Ii'm sorry. I'm not gonna do it again. I'm not gonna do what you don't like. Sorry, Kamila. Sorry."

But Kamila turned her face away from him. "I don't want to be loved by you. I want to get married and live my life. You might easily say it. But I have no rights other than this. You can fly here and there as Narendra's son then me? I'm locked up here. So at least give me happiness and freedom. Love others."

Now Iaros smiled at Kamila's hand that could not breathe without her.

I love other people now. Iaros swiped his lips on the white surface of Kamila's hand. I love you who forgot me now.

So love me. As deep as possible. As big as possible.

And forget everything.

Forever.

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