[slowburn]
Saesha Krishnamurthy's life was anything but normal. After surviving her traumatic life for 15 years, she decides to escape from the hell she has been raised at.
She chooses to hide her scars and leave the past behind to start her new l...
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"Akshay...."
"Yes, Amore?"
"You're cold and I'm starting to turn cold too" she mumbles, gesturing to his wet shirt.
"Oops, sorry" He swiftly places her on the bed and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"Woah woah, you're removing your shirt... In front of me?" she asks, bewildered.
"Yes. Is there any problem?" he smirks and she shakes her head horizontally
"No...of course not.." she gulps and turns her body towards the other side of the room.
"Okay. You can turn around now. I'm decent" confused, she turns towards him only to see him half naked.
"Akshay!! You're not wearing a shirt" she squeals, throwing a pillow at him.
"I don't have a shirt. It's wet. Remember?" he pouts, catching the pillow before slowly walking towards her. She immediately averts her eyes from his chiseled body and to the bed.
"I have an idea" Her face lights up as she hurriedly gets off the bed. Akshay watches her with amusement and wonders what she is up to.
"What is it?" she wouldn't look at him, afraid she might do something inappropriate.
"Watch me" Saying that, she pulls the blanket off the bed and stands near him.
"What are you doing?"
"Stay still" She hands him the corner of the blanket and he looks confused. When he wouldn't hold it, she smacks his hand, indicating him to clasp the fabric. Not wanting to get another smack, he obeys her demand and holds onto the material. She starts to wrap his body with the blanket and stops when she completes hovering the fabric over him.
"Ta-Da" she exclaims, doing the horizontal jazz hands, while stifling her laughter, looking at him.
"Why am I fully covered with no way of moving my arms and legs?" He questions, trying to get out of the fabric.
"No. Stay still" She bites her lower lip, suppressing a smile.
"My body is turning numb-"
"Stop being dramatic. It has not been even a minute" she playfully rolls her eyes and walks over to the dressing mirror.
"Do you not want to see how you look like?" she asks, gesturing towards the mirror. He tries to walk, but much to her avail he is unable to move.
"See? Can I remove this shitty-"
"No. I'll take a picture of you" she proposes, smiling at her idea.
