Risky Romance [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

"You! Who are you?" asked Rhea, rudely.

The guy however appeared not to hear her.

"Yohooo hello Mr.!" said Rhea, in a higher tone.

Still no reply.

Finally losing her patience, she went and stood right in front of him, towering over his lean, muscular frame and clapped her hands like a retarded seal in front of his face. "Hello!!!!"

The guy started, swore loudly "what the fuck!" and sat up quickly banging his head to hers, and yelled again "bloody hell!", before finally managing to sit up straight without causing further damage to Rhea or himself.

Rhea rubbed her forehead in pain. "Ouch. Ouch."

The guy rubbed his own forehead and muttered, "Jeez woman, you scared the shit out of me. Why were you clapping your hands like that in front of me?"

Rhea continued rubbing her forehead. "You gave me a bump, you moron."

"Yeah it compliments your huge Professor Trelawney glasses", he said, smirking. "What do you want?"

Rhea glared at him murderously. "You are in my seat."

"I know", he put his earphones back in his ears and closed his eyes.

Rhea jerked the earphones out. "Dude!" said the guy angrily. "What?!"

"You. Are. In. My. Seat", said Rhea, breathing slowly.

"Congratulations for establishing that twice! The third time you do that, you get a bonus prize called 'get the hell off my face'."

Rhea looked seriously offended. The guy looked at her for five seconds, satisfied that he had shut her up, then closed his eyes. After another five seconds, he groaned and opened his eyes, got up and sat on the berth on the opposite side, muttering, "Stupid chivalry."

Rhea looked stunned but didn't utter a word. She quietly went and sat down on her seat, took out the book she meant to read and tried to lose herself in it.

After a while the guy spoke, "Hey listen. I'm sorry about earlier. I'm usually not this rude, especially not to women. It's just I had some.. relationship problems. Umm, anyway I'm really sorry. I'm Varun by the way, and you are?"

Rhea pretended not to listen to him but it was hard to do so since he sounded a bit like Robert Downey Jr., the sexiest man alive. She didn't answer him and continued reading.

"O...kay..." said the guy named Varun.

He drummed the windowsill for sometime with his fingers before turning to her again and saying, "It's better if we atleast introduce each other, and make polite conversations, because I don't know about you, but my last stop is Pune and we will reach in approximately 18 hours."

His last stop is Pune too, Rhea made a mental note. And 18 hours did sound like a long duration. But no, she wouldn't give her name to a stranger. Especially not someone like him. No discipline, sitting on somebody else's seat.

She shifted a little, and pushed her glasses up her nose, as they kept sliding down. Varun turned away again.

She finally said, "I don't talk to strangers."

He looked around, amused. "Why? You don't know their language?"

Rhea looked at him, confused. "No."

"Then is it because your mom doesn't allow you to do so?" He smirked.

She glared at him now. He was clearly mocking her. She buried her nose in her book again.

"Okay, okay, sorry", he threw his hands in the air. "What's your name?"

"Rhea", she replied, grudgingly.

"Okay Rhea, nice to meet you, I'm Varun." He got up to shake his hand with hers, but she just nodded at him and he laughed and went back to where he was sitting.

"Is that the God of small things?" He asked, interested.

"Clearly, you can read the title well", she replied, a little smug.

He laughed again. "Indeed. This is going to be an interesting night." He grinned widely.