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thirty-nine

39. badhte faasle (growing distances)

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- priya -

"Can I read your books?" I asked him one fine afternoon. Having been done with my work and household chores, I was really looking forward to spending time with him. But since he would rather have a therapeutic conversation with Tweety than spare me a glance, I thought why not feel closer to him doing something that he likes.

Aditya looked up from his book, gazing at me blankly. Devoid of any warmth, they appeared the most boring shade of brown.

"No."

I stopped my mouth from falling slack. It was a direct answer, which scarred my dignity. People have said no to me, but I still got what I wanted.

Getting up from the chair, I stood in front of his shelf.

"Priya, you touch my books and I'll confiscate your laptop."

"All yours," I smirked, looking through the wide variety of options.

"And your phone!"

"Sure," I shrugged, locking my hands on my back.

"And- And- just don't touch my books God damnit!" He slammed his book down and strode up to me.

I plucked out the one that had caught my attention.

"Priya!" He tried to snatch it from me.

I dived across the bed, rounding it at the end when he did the same. We ended on the opposite sides once again, with him attempting to make a run for me while I was prepared to take another dive across the bed if he so much as tried to come at me.

"Anyone but that," he panted. I rolled my eyes. Man has the stamina to put a rabbit to shame when it comes to bed, but a little bit of jumping gets him all flustered. "Put it away,"

I looked at the book cover, my lips widening in a smirk as I saw the conspicuous title and cover. It was way direct in telling the readers what it has to serve. If it was anything like Criminal's Desire, I was going to enjoy it. But first, I'm going to have fun seeing Aditya turn red from head to toe.

"I've other books for you," he took a careful step on the side, ready to come over.

"Don't even try," I warned him, randomly opening the book.

He froze, red climbing his neck towards his cheeks. "Do-Don't please," he swallowed.

I tongued the inside of my cheek. "Chapter Thirty," I read the header on the page. "It is dark, and I have no idea where Archer is. I'm bound to the bed," my brows shot up. "With my legs-" A shriek escaped me feeling an arm clasp around my waist before I was thrown over the bed with Aditya straddling me down, his eyes pinning mine with a glare. He tore the book away from my hands, jaw clenched as he stared at me unblinking. I swallowed nervously, aware of his thighs trapping my hips, keeping me in place.

With a sigh, Aditya pulled himself away. I sat up straight, watching as he walked up to the shelf, plucked out at least fifteen books, and went up to the cupboard only to lock them away in a safe. I couldn't help but chuckle.

Ignoring me, he sat back in his place and picked up his current read.

"At least suggest me a good-"

"Seriously, Priya, stop being so irritating," he scoffed up at me.

I fell quiet. Embarrassed. Shunned.

This was how he used to behave, and I adore that side of him. I know people change with age and time, this is new though, to see someone I've grown fond of change because of distance and lies.