I'll try to foreshadow as much but let's see how it goes
03. Morning
It felt as if I hadn't had any sleep in days because even when my body screamed I have had enough of it today I still didn't want to give up, I did not want to move a bit at all. I wanted to savour the relaxtion and the rest I was getting as much as I could.
The warmth of the sun entering into the room through the window had set an optimum temperature, it was balmy but still cool enough to make me enjoy the coziness of the blankets and the silk sheets of the bed.
I was snuggling comfortably with the pillow by folding my legs to the level of my stomach.
It had been so serene and pleasant in the bed that I tried my best to ignore the disrupt caused by the loud ringtone of the iPhone but I failed considerably. It vibrated too wildly besides roaring so hardly.
I groaned, too reluctant to attend the phone. I opened my eyes very slightly to his fingers clutching onto my scarf tightly.
"Aryan, take your phone han?" I tapped his shoulder, too mad at the fact that he did not seem to be bothered by the noise.
"Silent it." I growled once again when he did not react in a go. I watched him scrunch his face in exasperation from the corner of my eyes at my comment.
"It's your phone." He replied but the call died and I did not seem to care much before hiding in the blanket until realization of Aryan Vardhamana's presence close to me on the bed dawned upon me.
I gradually allowed myself to sink in the reality of where I was which I had been very conveniently and very stupidly avoiding for a while.
I gauged it must be Aryan's room because he was too himself to be anywhere else. He was lying next to me bare body, only in his boxers with the blanket scantily covering the rest of him.
I couldn't remember what all must have happened last night but I was sure I would have fell asleep when he left me alone in the car to meet his Mirzapur MLA.
"Huh, you were supposed to take me home?" All of a sudden I was triggered by thoughts of how his filthy men treated me yesterday night and thus it felt ridiculous to be in his bed with him especially when I had not granted him any permission to sleep with me.
He was really so audacious to have assumed my consent and believed I would let it go so easy. He did not know me clearly.
I sat up all mad, ready to bombard him with questions but he was not on the bed any more. I put my hair behind my ears looking across the room for him but I could not spot him anywhere.
His room had white walls with a beige & brown luxurious decor. There was a huge window to the right side of the room opening to the gallery which held the view of the huge garden downstairs with a very classy setting of a coffee table and a couch around the flowering plants.
I turned off the air conditioner and got up after figuring out the door to the bathroom. I decided to dry clean myself before heading home because I was in an utter mess.
My eyes fell onto my chest through the mirror as I brushed my teeth and I couldn't help but wonder he must have enjoyed the sight of my boobs all night which popped out of my top.
