Jhanvi's POV :-
I try pulling off the duvet and it requires a lot of strength for me to do that . By now I am fully awake.
What if it's a burglar ?
What if it's some psycho lover ?
What if it's some animal ?
You need to stop watching What if ?
Never .
" Baby , stop pulling the sheets and let me sleep . I am dead tired. " A whiny Aryan speaks from the corner of the bed.
Not again with these hallucinations !
He is sleeping and talked to you , maybe he's actually here .
No , that's what was happening with me the whole day.
And Aryan is in London right now.
I once again pull the duvet with all my might and in doing so I fall down with a thud .
" Oh , my God . Baby are you OK ?" Aryan sits in the middle of the bed. His hair is messy and he is wearing just his flannel pajamas. And his chest is bare .
I keep staring at him and close my mouth like a fish at the sight in front of me .
If this is my imagination , I don't want to come out of it.
"Jhanvi , are you OK ?" He asks with eyes wide .
Can people stop asking me if I am OK when I am not .
Girl what is the problem now?
Look he's in front of you .
And showing his abs too.
No , I am just dreaming and then in a minute , he will disappear like previously .
This is all just a dream.
No it's not ! See for yourself .
I stand up and put the duvet on the bed and go closer to where he is sitting and roam my eyes all over his face.
His soft and black hair , that little frown when he doesn't understand something , his piercing grey eyes, his pink lips and damn those cheekbones .I lift up my finger and poke it in his hair and it disappears in those dark forest like tendrils.
He gapes at me but nonetheless lets me do my inspection. I trail down the finger to his forehead and feel his smooth skin.
"Are you real ?" I blurt out without any thoughts and hear his melodious laugh.And when my finger moves towards his lips , he bites my finger .
"Ahhh!" I yell in pain .
" Now do you believe that I am real or do you need to carry out more experiments ?"
See he is being sarcastic too, definitely real .
" Aryan."
"Mhmm"
"You came ." I gasp as my mind comprehends he is in front of me . I throw my arms around him and hold him in a tight embrace. Reveling in the touch of his naked chest to me as it spreads immense satisfaction to my heart when I hold him close.
"Of course , I came . Where else could I go ?" He firmly grips me by my waist as I straddle him .
And again the waterworks start.
"I missed you so much Aryan , don't ever leave me like that .""I missed you too, love . " I feel like drunk in happiness when he calls me love .
"Aryan , I missed you so much .
I missed you so much , I can't even explain that in words ." I frantically mutter with my nose burried in the crook of his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his.
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RomanceThis is an Indian story Aryan Malhotra ♂️ A 28 years old businessman . Arrogant, self centred, rude and flawlessly handsome. He came back to India after his parents passed away in a car crash. He is now living with his grandmother. Aryan has a past...