Bedlam Spectrum BxB

7. In this wrong situation

Halloween is just around the curb and my HR had this boisterous idea of celebrating the day. Why are HRs naturally behind all the weird competitions? The weirdest of all was the Rangoli competition from last year. All the lawyers in the firm were busy solving the mystery that was the winning piece instead of solving the cases. I still shudder thinking about it. Halloween parties are not that bad if I don't have to work my ass off in the day, go home, get dressed like Frankenstein probably, and take my scuffed ass back to the old grey building. On top of that, the Head suggested that five lucky people including me, as we are the jolly LLBs of the firm, work on decorations to show our festival spirit.

Talking about spirits, the other four lunatics have turned into them. In other words, they ghosted me. I only knew when they didn't show up even after half an hour of the mutually discussed time.

Since the raw materials are at my house, I decided to do my part of the work. Grumbling and cursing them, I managed to finish some of it when the glue stick decided to not stick by my side. The empty tube had me let out a groan. As the sole occupant of my flat, I cannot bribe a roommate to bring me a glue stick from the stationary.

Sighing, I lock the door after leaving the flat. Only three days are left and the luck was not on my side. An exemplary example is how I collide with someone while turning around the corner to take the stairs. My breath hitches as soon as I glance up at the person.

"Mihir," the person who tilts my world on its axis whispers, surprised. The person who has been my crush since I accepted that guys can be beautiful.

"Samarth," I breathe, awed and guilty.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" He does not ask where have I been for a week, which makes me feel guiltier.

"Oh, I had to buy some stuff."

"You have a neighbor and you are buying stuff? That is breaking the neighbor's code of our country."

I chuckle at his joke. "I needed glue sticks."

"At 10 in the night?"

"The firm I work at is having a Halloween party and a few people were tasked with making the props and decorations."

"Ah, so you have guests over. You go and join them while I get your glue sticks from my house."

"No, I don't-"

"I am not taking no for an answer," he cuts me off before I can finish the sentence.

"But-"

"No buts either."

Before I can speak further, he hurries ahead of me, unlocks his door and gets inside.

Samarth was a tall man of 6'2" as compared to my 5'9". Our skin tones weren't very different, his tone was wheatish whilst mine was light wheatish. We both had black hair, the same color as my eyes. He...

Two raps on my door made me lose my train of thought. As soon as I opened the door, Samarth handed me the glue stick and refused to come in, saying he didn't want to intrude as I had guests over.

"That's what I was saying back in the hallway, I do not have anyone over. It's just me." The last phrase came out breathy and husky without trying. Every time it was just the two of us, I have trouble breathing and my voice goes down a notch or two because of the tension in the air...and my pants.

"Sure!"

Samarth followed me to the living room where papers, glitter, and such were lying in a disarray. I laughed sheepishly at the mess, but he simply smiled and waved a dismissive hand.