"OH.MY.HOLY.MUFFINS" pragya openly gaped at Abhishek who is standing in a towel wiping his hair.
"What the hell?" Abhi yelled at her, hearing her gasp.
Pragya turned red as she stared at him.
"Get out" abhi screamed at her angrily throwing whatever he can grab from nearby but he hit his knee at table and fell in feet.
"Careful" pragya rushed towards him immediately.
"You okay?" Pragya asked and went to help him up, his breathing halters when he feels her near him, her coffee and that faint smell of roses lingering on her.
" just get out" abhi gritted his teeth. He hates this and he hated his mother more for this stupid arrangements.
"stop being so arse," pragya said, glaring at him. He is making her job harder even if it's just her second day. and she really isn't going to give up. Well, his mother had paid money like candies in free donation.
"And just stop ordering me out, I do not need your baby sitting" abhi says harshly, rolling his eyes umpteenth time.
"Well, your mother had given me money so yeah I'll do that, stop being a child and be a little mature," Pragya huffed as she was so close to strangling him.
Pity, he's so handsome.
"Fine, I'll give you more money however much you want, just take your shit and get out of here," abhi says as he suddenly feels the cold wind touching his bare skin. He can hear her footsteps walking aimlessly around the room. He hates someone invading his personal space.
"nope, it won't help," he hears her, coming closer as he just stands aimlessly.
He just fists his palm trying to control his temper. Not a moment later he feels something thrown at him. He catches the shirt again rolling his eyes.
"Did you find it?" Pragya asks as she comes back to the room standing before him.
"What?"
"Your brain, keep rolling those beautiful eyes at this rate and it will be permanently stuck there," Pragya scowls at him.
"SHUT.UP.AND.GET.OUT" he hissed and his heart faltered in its ribcage.
beautiful eyes.
Only if.
"Fine princess," Pragya replied sarcastically before she storms out of the room to fetch his breakfast but she still stays behind the door, bit worried maybe he would need help.
"stop staring" abhi hissed as he can still feel her. It's ridiculous how in just a few mere hours he can immediately recognised her fragrance and the way her feet weigh against the floor.
He loathes being dependent on someone else. Since the accident, everyone around him is walking on eggshells. It was three years back but still it tears him apart at this very moment. He lost his eyesight. He didn't mind being crippled or how he has done numerous surgeries for his TCL torn but his eyes-- He was an author, he loves to read and write and see how people felt about the story he told and portrayed. He still can feel the books and that faint smell of ink on paper, he misses it, more than anything else but he couldn't live it. He himself doesn't know when he gets so detached from the world.
His parents were never around much even in his early life so it doesn't bother him that they leave him and go for business trips but after the accident they always hire someone to look after him. He always manages to send them in a mere hour or two but this girl, pragya. He hates to admit it but her bluntness and freak flirty behaviours feels like a change of environment. All his life he'd made handful of stupid decision, reckless choices in relationship, but after how his girlfriend told him on face.
