Bhavna has never been one to cross the lines , coming from a south indian orthodox family she has always been the Ms Goody two shoes. But one day when her best friend forces her to sneak out into a club.....Let's just say that she's stuck at the wro...
The atmosphere is so tense that I can physically feel it, the house is so eerily quiet that I jumped when a spoon fell down. Now I understand the term of pin drop silence. Ryan and Izabella have gone to their rooms and I'm out here helping Mrs. Martinez clean up the dishes. And I don't know where Mr. Suck up went. Probably lurking somewhere and crying about the earlier comment where Ryan mentioned about his business rival who was a woman. I don't know who she is, but I earned a great respect for her for proving these kind of egoistic men that we are better than them, equal to them.
After drying up the last dish, I washed my hands again. Mrs. Martinez thanked me for helping her with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Again thank you for having me Ma'am. Your spaghetti was the best one I've ever had. Can I know the recipe?" I asked her and her eyes lit up again. She began telling me how to make the spaghetti with excitement on her face, my face scrunching up in confusion when she mentioned some italian words. I felt bad for her, it looks like she doesn't receive compliments about her cooking. And she have to tolerate Mr. Suck up everyday. I didn't think my glorification about her cooking earlier would brighten her mood. I made a mental note to do that as many days I live here, at least that makes her smile.
After a little gossip about cooking and stuff, I excused myself from Mrs. Martinez with a hug. Inhaling her warmly scent, I thought about how lucky are Ryan and Izzy to have a mom like her. Muttering goodnight, I began wandering upstairs to my room. I stopped when I reached Ryan's room. It's slightly open, I peeked my head and watched him.
The view above me is making my mouth dry. His back facing mine, shirtless he reaches out taking a hoodie from his closet. Stretching his arms which makes his muscles bulge even more, he began wearing a hoodie, looks like he's going out somewhere. Unable to resist myself I reach for my phone to secretly take a picture of him.
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"Aren't you gonna come inside?" I jump at his voice and stare at him open mouthed. He slowly turns around and looks at me with those silver fire eyes with a small hint of smile making me tongue tied.
" I-uh....how did you- never mind, I was just leaving" I struggle with my words, the embarrassment creeping upon me.
"Were you taking a picture of me?" he asked me while chuckling glancing at the phone in my hands. I look in horror at my phone which has it's camera mode on.
"No no no, I didn't click a picture yet!" I said and slammed my mouth shut. Why did I say that!?. Hearing his laugh and closing my eyes, I muttered a quick 'bye' and turned to leave. God, I'm turning into a stalker!.
"Wait for me, we'll go together" he said and I stopped in my tracks and looked at him with confusion. He's coming to my room with me?.
"I mean, I want you to come with me. We're going out."
