Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 22 : Control Slipping From The Hands

Samaira stirred in sleep as her body clock awoke her around 6 in the morning. She was an early riser and loved to walk in the lawn early in the morning, taking fresh breath in. Her brows furrowed when she opened her eyes and found the other side of the bed empty. When he had offered her the bed saying he'll be on the couch, she had rolled her eyes and had asked him to sleep on the bed as they both were mature and way past such teenager behaviour. He had chuckled and slumped on the bed, staring at her with a smile until she fell asleep.

But what made her frown at that moment was his absence. Throughout her stay at the palace, the habits she had noticed of his, one of them was waking up late. He daily woke up around 10 or later so how come he was not in bed at 6 ?

Gathering up her hair in a loose bun, she got up and searched for him but he was nowhere in the suite. She stepped out and found a servant moping the hallway.

"John, have you seen Rajveer ?" - she inquired.

She didn't know why was she so restless to find him that she was standing barefoot out of the room in her nightgown.

"Good morning mistress!" - John bowed his head in respect.

She blinked. Just till yesterday, the staff used to greet her as Ms. Purohit. And now... mistress ? The change was understandable considering she was the wife of their boss now but it sounded alien.

"Master headed to his personal gym on the floor an hour ago." - John informed her.

Her eyes widened. He was up early for exercise ?! That didn't sound believable. Also, there was a gym on the seventh floor as well ? She thought his suite took the entire space. But then again, she hadn't explored the palace much and had remained reserved. Maybe the gym was a part of his suite since it was his personal. Huff! Whatever.

"Okay, thanks." - she said to John with a frown.

John continued with his work and she crossed the long hallway to indeed find a door beside the stairs that led to the terrace. It was slightly ajar, and opening it further, she entered.

A gasp automatically escaped her at the sight.

Rajveer was standing having his back to her in black tracking pants and no shirt. He was doing dumbbells and her eyes noticed the flexing of his biceps and shoulder blades due to the movement. Sweat was dripping down his back, indicating that he had done some other exercises as well but she was unable to think straight. Her brain had shut down.

"...Manali ? What a choice to hide." - he was on call, earbuds tucked firmly in ears. "But bring him to me. Cancel the first orders. Yeah." - he said, switching off the Bluetooth.

"Morning Mrs. Shekhawat."

Another gasp escaped her. How did he know she was standing there without even looking ?

He turned around and smirked at her expressions. But she became distracted with his perfectly chiseled chest and six pack abs now. Gosh, he was smoking hot!

"Looking hot." - his open comment snapped her attention back to his face to find him looking at her from head to toe.

Her cheeks flushed. He was the one standing sans shirt but he made her feel embarrassed in her decent and silky navy blue nightgown.

She pulled the robe together, feeling conscious, and his smirk widened. He took out the earbuds from his ear, carelessly throwing it on a gym mattress nearby, and walked towards her. She automatically moved back, not wanting to stand close to him when he looked like that, but his hands worked as fast as his brain. He pressed a button on the wall near the door and it closed shut, making her stop with a gasp. He placed his arms on either side of her and bent his neck slightly down to come to her eye level.