Warrior

53

The gala came to its end and it was finally time to head back home. Everyone was pretty much exhausted when we arrived, so we all wished each other good night and headed off to our rooms. Like the gentleman he always is, Arnav told me to go ahead and wash up first, and I happily obliged.

Since it was pretty hot this evening, I grabbed a pair of heather gray shorts and matching tank top, then headed to the bathroom. For a moment, I just looked at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked banging in my dress, there was no lie there.

Mama in-law has got some really good taste. Even the aunty in-laws.

Who knew that there were aunties that aren't evil?

Slipping the straps off of my shoulders, the dress puddled down to the floor, leaving me in just my strapless bra and thong. Those two quickly hit the floor as well, and again, I just looked at my reflection. Even through the makeup it was obvious that I was exhausted, but it wasn't just because of the gala, but because of my own emotional rollercoaster.

I need to take my own words into account. The fact that I had even thought what I had about Varsha Singh Raizada while basically experiencing the same with my own trauma....

I'm so full of shit. I act all tough but really... am I even really that tough? I mean I let an accidental touch cause me to freeze up and then I had to force myself to not hyperventilate!

I'm such a fucking joke.

The fact that I allowed myself to get so damn affected by an accidental touch from Arnav - whose hands I have held before, who I have even hugged before! - is ridiculous.

I'm ridiculous.

With a heavy sigh, my shoulders dropped. I changed into my nightwear, then freshened up and picked up my dress and underwear. I tossed the underwear into the hamper, then went into the closet and hung my dress up on the side. Once I put that away, I headed back into the room and found Arnav sitting at the edge of the bed, on his phone, and for a moment, I'm stunned.

It's not even that big of a deal, really. But for whatever reason, seeing Arnav sitting like that while looking on his phone - jacket and tie removed, the top few buttons of his shirt undone where you could easily peek inside and see what's going on his chest - was just so fucking... fucking...

Fucking hot, bro!

I mean seeing the way his tattoos on his chest were peeking out?! Holy shit! And the fact that his sleeves are rolled up?

Oh...

Ooohhhhhhhh...

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Motherfucking hell!!!!!!!!

"Oh, you're done."

Huh-?

Snapping out of my ridiculous thoughts, I looked away, putting my hand through my hair. "Uh, yeah, yeah. You're good to go."

Arnav smiled that small, polite smile of his and got up, placing his phone down on the bed, then headed to the closet. As I went over to the vanity to moisturize my face, I caught a quick peek of Arnav going into the bathroom, clothes in hand.

What is wrong with me? What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Get it together, Khushi!

Swiping my moisturizer up, I quickly slathered it across my face, then went to head to bed, when I caught sight of his phone.

It was unlocked.

"Nanav has this bad habit of not always locking his phone..."

Oh shit.

Curious, I glanced over at the closet, but didn't see Arnav. I did hear the water running, however, which confirmed to me that he was still busy. So, I walked around the bed and looked down at his phone.

I shouldn't do this; I shouldn't do this at all! Arnav hasn't given me any reason to doubt him nor any reason to snoop on his shit.... But he said he pulled up the information about what happened between me and.... What does Arnav know? Everything? ...I need to know.

Without another thought, I bent down to my knees and looked over the phone, keeping it as it is. I could still hear the water running, which meant that I was good. Fortunately, Arnav was already on the home screen of his phone, which meant that I wouldn't have to remember if there was something specifically there before he left his phone. He also had all of his apps closed out, which again made it easier for me. Quickly tapping on his email app, I scrolled through it, but there were just way too many emails. So, on the search bar, I quickly searched up Aman to find any emails between them. Turns out that there are hundreds of emails between the two, but thankfully, they're quite clear on the subject matter, which made it easy for me to find what I was looking for.

Shyam Manohar Jha

Even seeing his name, despite it being so long, made my skin crawl. There was this disgusting feeling that surged through me and even flashbacks were trying to take centerstage, but I stomped it down.

Should I do this? I don't think... but I need to know.

With a deep breath, I tapped on the email and looked through it. There was a file attached in one of the emails, so I tapped on it, giving me a preview. The first document was very familiar - it was the restraining order I had put against him. Again, a memory tried to play in my mind, but I quickly shoved it away. I scrolled through the documents - mostly court papers, the divorce papers, all of that. Eventually I got to the police report, which had the details of the incident that I had given them. Before I could even avoid it, my eyes caught some words, and I instantly recoiled back.

Shit, I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have fucking-!

I hear the water shut off, so I quickly went back to his phone and exited out of the app, closing it as well, then locked his phone and left it as it is. I then quickly made my way around the bed to my side and got under the covers. Moments later, Arnav came back into the room, and when he saw me, his eyebrows immediately scrunched up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I forced out. "Yeah, I'm just really tired."

"Oh... okay. Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Glancing over at the clock, I see that its past 3 AM already. "I fucking doubt it."

"Same; I'm actually going to just take tomorrow and Friday off as well."

"That sounds like a genius plan - I'm taking it!"

Arnav let out a small chuckle as he grabbed his moisturizer. "Be my guest," and he slathered it all over his face.

As he does so, I can't help but to watch the way his muscles bunch up. He's wearing a dark gray t-shirt, as well as some navy joggers, looking totally casual. But the only thing my eyes could really care about were his tattoos.

His motherfucking tattoos, oh my g- stop it! That's enough! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Having mentally scolded myself, I laid down properly and looked up at the ceiling. I heard Arnav move around the room, no doubt making his make-shift bed, and after several minutes go by, he finally lays down.

"Good night, Khushi," I heard him call out.

"Good night Arnav," and I reached over and turned off the lights, the room going dark.

Sure, there wasn't that much time till the sun came up, not to mention to the time when I would've had to have woken up for work, so thank goodness I'm not going to work tomorrow- er, today.

Letting out a sigh, I turned into my pillow, making myself comfortable.

I hope we both have our alarms turned off, I really could use a good night's sleep, not to mention sleep in a bit.

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