YOUR PERMANENT TENANT

CHAPTER 3

Just one paragraph of the article was written. She couldn't concentrate on her work. Six days passed and she hadn't been kicked out of her stress. Her grandfather yet not stopped calling and messaging her to pick up the call even after she ignored or cut every single call from him.

Once in the evening, she was with Anant long after that night. Her grandfather called her when he was discussing how was his friend's group trip when he couldn't attain that but he was not a pinch sad about that because he was near her. She didn't know what nearness he was talking about. They hadn't- she hadn't met him on those days when his friends were on the trip and this ridiculous and hopeless Romeo was mourning about her absence.
Her grandfather's call ranged for fifteen minutes and they ignored it but on the eleventh attempt, Anant picked up the call and shouted back to not to disturb her. After that, the phone rang more often but she was shocked to see his bravery. Never she had seen him talking to someone so harshly. If anyone would punch him then he would get angry but if the person would reciprocate even a disheartened sorry he would smile and say it's fine.

"What?" He asked to her baffled face. She didn't answer but just stared at him. He chuckled. "I know you think I'm a coward and Momaa's boy and I accept that. That's actually who I'm until the matter comes around you. I can't stand anyone who would try to hurt you. I will fight my best to not harm your peace." His face was all red by the end. Not that he was shy but was emotional.

This man! Just - just...

Not for the first time his words had spells on her. She quickly grabbed his nape, pulled him and kissed him breathlessly, biting hard on his lips. He chuckled in her mouth. Such an idiotic cute he was. She kissed him more...

Now he thought that her grandfather had stopped cringing her after listening to his threats but the truth was she didn't tell him she was still being tortured. She didn't inform him about the post-matter because she didn't want to bother him. He was no one to her whom she needed to drag in her mud. She clarified to herself.

She decided to pick up the call next time and just converse about whether it could ruin her sanity.

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Anant was sleeping exhausted on the couch, half lying on his stomach. His face was buried in her bosom. Hands were wrapped around her waist. Legs were tangled.

She was still awake staring at the ceiling. Her fingers were unconscious in nuzzling his only perfect hair. She didn't know where she got the courage to talk to her grandfather for so long, about three hours. His grandfather was not just the one person with whom she talked at that hour but also with her father. Her father. She was still confused about whether her father had properly heard her when her lips and hands were vigorously shaking those hours, teeth were colliding like the shivered freeze of December.

Her bones again started trembling recalling the incident. Trying to mend herself she leaned against the warm body laying beside her but in the process, her nails dug inside his fleshes to keep a hold of herself. Anant winced in pain when the blade-gliding pain shot into his shoulder.

Superfluously worried she quickly showered the words of sorry when he got up on one elbow rubbing his shoulder. She caressed and blew air with her mouth on the injured area.

Rubbing both eyes with his knuckles Anant looked into the two beautiful yet dull eyes scanning his body. She was looking chalk white but still busy adjusting his ruffled black hair in a rush. He knew it was not any affectionate activity but a complete action to skip any thought rushing in her mind.

He held her hands and rubbed them between his palms, transferring the heat of friction to her body. When she quickly snuggled into his arms hiding her face in his bare not-so-broad chest, he didn't feel any butterflies this time but complete despair. These fragile things didn't suit Vaishali. She was an antonym of vulnerability or at least this characteristic was rare in her. He couldn't imagine how her ******* family was disturbing her which turned her into this breakable.