✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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I squinted, opened my eyes, and quickly closed them, the bright sunlight hitting my eyes. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the brightness and realised I was sleeping on Rudra—my head on his chest, my legs intertwined with his, and his arm tightly wrapped around my waist.
I carefully removed my legs and his arms, with some difficulty due to how tightly he was holding me. I lifted my head to look, and he was sleeping peacefully, with no frown on his face and his muscles relaxed.
When I looked at him, his hair was tousled, and his long, thick black eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheek.
Why do men have such long lashes?
He has a small scar on his forehead. I supported myself on my elbows and drew myself closer, my gaze falling on his lips. I raised my hand and traced the bottom lip of his mouth.
It seems wrong to touch him while he is sleeping, but it also makes me excited. He stirred, and a guttural groan escaped his mouth, causing my hand to freeze on his lips. I lifted my gaze from his lips to his eyes and found him already staring at me.
"sor-ry" I stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught.
Why do I keep getting caught by him?
I drew my hand back, but he grabbed my hand and slowly brought it closer to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on my fingertips while looking into my eyes. I shivered as his lips touched the skiing of my finger. My stomach fluttered, twisting, and my heart picked up its pace insanely fast, with all the sensations running through me.
I squirmed nervously under his scrutiny and pulled my hand back. I rolled out of bed, exhaling shakily, and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
•*•~•*•
I entered the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone.
But I stopped in my tracks, and I had to rub my eyes and pinch myself to believe what I was seeing. Rudra Kapoor, the billionaire, and the arrogant businessman, was standing in my kitchen, wearing a Hello Kitty apron and holding a spatula.
I turned around and returned to the living room, where everyone was already gathered and whispering into each other's ears.
"Oh, Chandini, thank God you are here! Something happened to Rudra!" Bhaiya spoke in hushed tones.
"Uh-- I do not think so. He was in the kitchen and appeared to be fine--"
Barkha abruptly cut me off. "That is the problem, Nini. When he came downstairs, he was extremely polite to us. He even told Samay to call him Rudra." They are all genuinely confused, and it is amusing that they appear to be concerned about it as well.
"He also allowed Taara to paint his nails. Did you not notice his hands?" Muktha exclaimed in disbelief, and they all nodded in unison.
Rahul and Sumit appear normal as if they are aware of his behaviour change.
