Love Or Betrayal?

Chapter Fourteen

In the dusty living room, Ritik looked at the old faded torn couch, shook his head lazily, and mumbled,

"Tchah! Now I've to sleep here. It's okay. Ms. Sharma, you're really a big problem, huh?"

He smiled and went back to sleep. After some time, he woke up hearing a scream. He hastily went to upstairs, and without knocking or asking her, he entered inside saying,

"Ms. Sharma?"

On the other hand, she, wrapped only with the curtain provided by Ritik, was screaming with closed eyes. As he caught her like that, he faced other side adding,

"What happened? Why are you shouting like that? Have you faced any ghost? "

She opened her eyes slowly and murmured pointing at the window with her finger,

"There, near the window, I saw someone's silhouette. Someone was watching me. Someone is still there. Mummy?" 

And she shouted again, closing her eyes. Ritik stood there befuddled and saw the way she pointed. Slowly he moved towards the window, being prepared mentally for any kind of uncertain attack, and very carefully he moved the curtain aside. If there is someone, I'll not spare you. How dare you scare her? As he swapped it, he found none. He sighed and shook his head with a smile, yet in relief. He again faced her, but as she was not in a proper state, he looked at the other side and went to her bed. She was so frightened that she was trembling. He called her softly,

"Ms. Sharma?"

She didn't respond, didn't even open eyes, just sat like that cuddling herself. He again called her, still softly,

"Ms. Sharma? There's no one standing. Please don't be afraid. Open your eyes."

As she opened her eyes, she found him standing right in front of her so closely with the eyes not looking at her. She once looked at herself, and adjusted her curtain properly then again looked at him. How much you respect a woman! Her self respect. You're really so humble. She said softly,

"Thank you, Sir. I was so scared."

He acknowledged and turned to leave. Before leaving, he added,

"Now go to sleep. It's going to be morning. We have to leave for our home."

She nodded, and he left, making her feel so overwhelmed by his affection and care. 

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On the contrary, Aliya kept calling Shivanya, but as her battery was already dead, it was unreachable. She mumbled, 

"God knows where she is right now. What will I do now? Where do I find her? I have an idea. I should call her office."

She found the number and dialed it. But the receptionist informed her that Shivanya was not there and had already left. She sighed and became more shocked now. She sat on the bed and prayed to God that nothing might happen to Shivanya. The whole night she kept calling her continuously if she contacted her. 

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It was 6 O'clock. The morning sun rays were entering through the broken glasses of the window of the old bungalow. The rain had stopped beforehand. Shivanya was the first who woke up gradually, and sat on the bed with sleepy eyes. She rubbed her eyes, looked around and slowly got down from the bed, adjusting her clothes properly. She checked her dresses whether they had dried or not. Hmm.. It is dried!! She had a quick change, and settled her messy hair into a bun. Then she went downstairs. The whole room was enlightened by the sunlight coming through the broken windows. The mess was all over the room. Ritik was sleeping peacefully. She came to him slowly without making noise and bent down a little. His eyes were closed,  breathing was normal and hands rested on his abdomen. She was fascinated by his calm and sleepy , yet sexy and handsome look. She smiled softly and unknowingly started caressing his hair with her hand looking at him adoringly. It made him wake up. As he opened his eyes, he found her gawking at him affectionately. She was so lost in her wonderment that she did not even notice him opening eyes. He cleared his throat, fetching her attention. When she came to her senses, she was taken aback. She blurted out nervously,