Chapter 2: Visit a psychiatric hospital

The guard's heart trembled. "Yes, Young Master," they stammered, their voice barely audible. Yes young master".

The call disconnected, leaving Vadal to his thoughts. His gaze remained fixed on the road, his expression unyielding.

He drive past a luxurious Bar he took a brief look at the bar and drive past it.

Hold on, I think I saw someone. His gaze snapped back to the figure, his heart racing. He pulled over, parking his car outside the bar.

The bar's interior gleamed, its glass walls and polished metal reflecting the neon lights. Soft jazz music floated through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations.

Vadal stepped inside, his eyes locked on the mysterious figure. He navigated through the crowded room, his tall frame commanding attention.

As he approached, the figure's profile became clearer. Vadal's breath caught – it was Lira, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Lira sat alone, nursing a whiskey, her emerald eyes lost in thought. Her beauty shone, even amidst the dim lighting.

She sat on the bar chair, her slender fingers wrapped around the whiskey glass. She lifted it to her lips, savoring the amber liquid before draining it. As she set the glass down, her gaze drifted upward, meeting the piercing stare of a familiar figure.

A shiver ran down her spine, her heart skipping a beat. She knew that intense gaze, those chiseled features, and the imposing presence. Vadal.

"Why didn't I notice you in my previous life?" she wondered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

Her emerald eyes locked onto Vadal's, sparkling with mischief. "Unbearable beauty," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Vadal's eyes narrowed with surprise, his gaze locked on Lira's radiant smile. This was the first time she'd smiled at him genuinely, and teased him.

"You're drunk," he whispered, his voice low and husky, walking towards her.

Lira's smile never wavered. "No, I'm not really drunk," she said, her voice playful. "I can hold my liquor, and I only drank two bottles of whiskey."

She stood up, her movements fluid, and hugged him tightly. Vadal's eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening in surprise.

His expression masked confusion and shock. What's wrong with this little troublemaker today? he thought, his mind reeling.

Were You Looking for Me Earlier?

Lira asked, looking up at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He remained silent, his handsome face expressionless.

"You're angry, aren't you?" Lira teased, her voice husky. "Don't be angry at your precious me, your little angel."

Vadal stared at her, his face full of question marks. What was wrong with Lira today?

"You need to visit a psychiatric hospital," Vadal said, his voice laced with concern. "It's like something's wrong with your little brain."

Lira glared at Vadal, her eyes flashing with defiance. She tiptoed, her face inches from his, and whispered, "Nothing's wrong with my small brain. I'm okay, my head is correct... if it's not, you know it's because of you."

A sly smile spread across her face, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vadal's.

Vadal's eyes widened, caught off guard by Lira's sudden kiss. His initial shock gave way to a spark of attraction, his heart racing with unexpected emotions.

Vadal stepped back, his face turning black with anger. "How dare you," he growled, his voice oppressive.

Lira's expression didn't waver. "Am I not your wife?" she asked, pretending to be innocent, acting spoiled. "What I did, is it really bad?"

Vadal was speechless, unsure how to retort. His anger faltered, caught off guard by Lira's boldness.

Lira took another step closer, her eyes locked on Vadal's. "Is it a crime to kiss my husband?" she whispered, her voice husky.

Vadal's expression hardened, his jaw clenched. "You're pushing boundaries, Lira," he warned, his voice firm but controlled.

Lira's smile never wavered. "Boundaries?" she repeated, her voice playful. "I'm your wife, Vadal. I have every right."

Vadal's eyes narrowed. "Rights?" he echoed. "You'll do as I say, Little one. No more games."

Lira's eyes sparkled with defiance. "Or what?" she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vadal's expression softened, caught off guard by Lira's sudden vulnerability.

Lira's eyes drooped, her smile fading. "I'm tired, Vadal," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Vadal was stunned, his mind racing with questions. Home? Where was Lira calling home? She never considered his place her home, always keeping her distance.

"Where are you referring to as home?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Lira's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "Do I have another home?" she asked, her voice firm, staring at Vadal's chiseled features.

"Oh," he muttered, still not understanding what was wrong with Lira tonight.

Vadal's eyes searched Lira's face, seeking answers. "You've never considered my place your home before," he said, his voice laced with curiosity.

Lira's gaze remained steady, her expression unreadable. "Do I have another home?" she repeated, her voice firm.

Vadal's brow furrowed, still perplexed by Lira's behavior. He carried her out of the bar, paying the bartender as they left. His movement fluid and effortless.

The cool night air enveloped them, the city lights twinkling like stars. Vadal's car waited, its engine purring softly.

Vadal carried Lira to her room, his eyes scanning her face, searching for clues. Her behavior tonight had been baffling.

He stared at her briefly, ensuring he wasn't mistaking her intentions. Lira's eyes met his, her gaze soft, almost vulnerable.

Without a word, Vadal turned and walked away, closing the door behind him. His mind whirled with questions.

Lira's Solitude

Lira watched him leave, her eyes lingering on the closed door. A mix of emotions swirled within her.

In Vadal's Room

Vadal stood at the window, gazing out into the night. His expansive room, with its dark wood paneling and plush black carpet, seemed to fade into the shadows. The city lights twinkled below, but his thoughts were consumed by Lira.

Memories of their tumultuous past flooded his mind. recalling the day he married Lira, his hopes for a future together, and her subsequent indifference. Pain and sadness etched his chiseled features.

A soft, delicate hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him back. Lira's gentle touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Am sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I choose you. Can you give me a chance and love me again?"

Vadal's body stiffened, his emotions in turmoil. He stood frozen in place, listening to lira's tone.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes red-rimmed. Her lips trembled, and her voice cracked.

Vadal's heart pounded, his eyes locked on one direction. He hear the sincerity in her tone, the vulnerability.