RAGHVANSH'S POV:
Guys.
My brother seems lovesick. The way he talks about her and the happiness in his voice is enough for me to understand his emotions. I'm so goddamn happy for him.
I smile to myself as the thoughts of Piha surrounds me- making me happy.
I get out of the car because Utkarsh is intimidating and, the last thing I want to do is mess with him. I take a nice stroll looking at the houses around and see a few people eyeing me with curiosity.
Can't a man walk peacefully?
I don't know why this street gives me such a homely feeling, it's giving me a sense of relief and well being all at the same time. I sit on the benches nearby and take a deep breath.
I can't help it anymore, Piha. I'm falling for you, faster than I thought I would. I've tried my best but, I can't stop myself- I don't want to. Do you feel the same way I do? Even if you don't, I'll make it happen. I want to know every single detail of your, every sin you've done, every liking, every disliking, every fucking thing.
I close my eyes and let the emotions soak me.
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I stop in my tracks as I see a petite figure cross her arms and lean against my car only to feel my insides burn.
Did I mention how much I hate people touching things I own? Then it doesn't matter if you're a woman or man- I hate everyone equally.
I make my way to throw some inappropriate words at the girl and pull her by the arm to face me.
What the-??
The same deep brown eyes, rosy-blushed cheeks, pink greek nose and thick-long eyelashes. Just like the first time we met.
Her mercury-red hair tumble-
I stand there, awestricken as I look at hair dyed black with highlights of purple. I hope she knows I have a thing for purple. Is it possible for a person to look more beautiful every time you meet them?
"Piha." I mutter staring into her cocoa orbs not being able to divert my gaze.
"Do-do I kn-know you?" She says shuttering with fear evident in her eyes. Wait, why is she scared of me, I am supposed to protect her and secondly why doesn't she remember me?
"Piha it's me." Dumbfuck, tell her your name. "Ragh-"
"Raghvansh sir?!" She cuts. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognise you due to... Uh."
She scans me head to toe. Oh shit.
I might have scared the innocent soul. I take a look at myself. Back denim, black t-shirt, shades and a cap which says 'Dope', I cringe at that.
"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was wearing something like this." I flash a nervous smile and hear her laugh.
THAT'S IT.
I have to kiss her. I frown inwardly knowing it's impossible. Does her laugh also have to sound that angelic and magical?
Wait?
Why the fuck is she alone here? Why is she even here?! I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"Piha," my voice comes out dangerously slow than it should have,"why are you here? Alone. Didn't I mention that it isn't safe and you should be more careful?"
She scratches her temple and says-
"But Raghvansh sir, I wasn't alone, my elder sister was here with me and I live here itself, I mean that's my house." She points at the same blue single-family detached house. "Some guy wanted to talk to my sister, so I excused them."
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Shades Of Purple
RomanceRaghvansh Birla, the 31-year-old captain of the Indian Kabaddi team and the heartthrob of India. Piha Deshmukh, the 25-year-old passionate doctor is the epitome of innocence and beauty. Love is not simple, But with their secrets, Will it be even m...