Her Helpmate

4. I never flirt with you.

Another update...Do enjoy

As days kept passing on I have gotten more famous for having a handsome bodyguard in my uni.  Never did I get this famous with my Surname Mehra. The increasing bond between me and Shaurya started making me more possessive and even jealous. 

In these past four weeks, I have received so many compliments about Shaurya as a 'Hot and sexy man' and harsh comments about me. Most of them are similar to calling me a 'Lucky Bitch'. As if I am having nightstands with my bodyguard, every night.

And once a week, I will have a show of the same girl dashing him and pretending of stumbling in front of my Minaret. The same happened that day, in front of my University. I dunno why...why instead of everywhere she had to twist her ankle in front of him and he has to hold her, can't he let her fall over the ground. 

He behaves all lovey-dovey, flirty, friendly, caring, and concerned with me but when he gives other females a glad eye it annoys me to the dickens. I want to shout at him, that not only your guarding but also your complete attention should be on me. Only on me. But I feel shy to express what I feel for him.

I watched them, gazing at each other. She blushed and he smiled. His smile is the wonder of all wonders but not when he smiles at her. The frustration that sprouted in me on the first day has now developed into a strong plant with stout roots. And with full energy, I hammered her ankle with my boot. 

"Ouch! It hurts" she whined and stooped down to rub her ankle.

"Shut up. Get away from here. Next time if I see you stumbling." I took a step close to her with threatening, scowl, and scornful eyes, "I swear, I will break your legs permanently." I menaced against her face.

Glaring at me, she walked away. Shaurya stood with a simper that irked me additionally. "You seem to enjoy this all, right?" to irk me further his simper turned to grin. "Not they, you are shameless. You want a chance to touch females."

To that, he took a step near to me almost skipping my beat then spoke, "No. I am satisfied with one!" My cheeks turned warm because of his proximity and words. I wet my lips and tilted my head left and right to see leering eyes turn suspicious and glaring at us. Suddenly he stepped back and turned to watch that bitch whom he held a moment ago, "Don't you think she is so sexy!"

I narrowed my brows and shook my head with a bit of mortification and anger. "Such a pervert!" I spat on him before walking inside the building.

It's been four weeks since the recreation room incident and since then my safety turned to bugbear me. Because for a week I feel like someone is following me. In my college corridors or the library. It seems like someone is keeping eye on me. On my activities and movements. But when I built a gut and search for any suspicious person, I couldn't make out the difference from normal people. Maybe I am hallucinating.

A few departments are conducting practicals, and Shaurya's entry was banned inside the building. I should be happy but no I already got habituated to him and I miss him. His presence around me strengthens me. However, he is just a call away. Other than that he will come every hour to check on me.

In this one month, he sent me a hundred text messages. And I read them like a comic book every two hours and beam like a loon. 

Next week, my exams are also going to start. Other than that, I have one important work that's to apply to the Culinary Arts Institutes of North India.