His Softness [Completed]

Who cares?

ALIA'S POV: 

We bid our goodbyes after talking for three hours straight. 

She dropped me outside my building. I told her to come up with me but she said she had some important work to do, so she left. 

I could see the sky getting darker, not because it was getting late but because of the dark grey clouds forming in the sky. 

They remind me of Dhruv's eyes. So dark and so stormy yet so serene. 

Dhruv must have been bored. Normally, on the weekends he either sleeps too much or we watch movies together, sometimes we go over to his parents, do some work or go for short trips. But he wants me to be with him all the time, even when he is asleep, he's always holding my hand. 

He says he sleeps better when I am next to him. And that's so sweet.

He works so much over the weekdays that we get only as much time together.

Sometimes, he would even surprise me by coming home for lunch when he had less workload than usual. He just wants to spend the time we can, together. 

But I just had to meet Catherine today as I had already agreed to. And even she works the whole week.

Or as I thought she did. 

She told me that she worked the morning shift. She used to work all day before but since last year she has started to work the morning shift, which is from 9 a.m. till lunch break. 

She has started to look for good opportunities for her modelling, so she's doing that the rest of the time. 

I hope Dhruv has not been too bored. We took longer than expected. 

I inserted the key to open the door to our apartment and before I opened it, I heard faint noises. 

Maybe...it's the TV? 

I opened the door and what I saw was totally what I had not expected. 

Dhruv was wearing a white face mask and his black track pants, holding a carrot in his hand and dancing to 'Senorita'. 

What a scene! 

Here I thought he might be depressed and missing me. 

And he isn't even noticing I am back. The song is too loud. 

"Na mai, Samjha.....Na mai jana......" He danced while singing. 

He even had a wine glass in his other hand with what seemed to be apple juice. 

There was just a little bit of it in the glass so it wasn't spilling when he moved. 

I removed my overcoat kept it on the coat hanger and stepped forward. 

I pulled out my phone and started recording him. 

I wouldn't say that he was bad at dancing, in fact, he was too good. 

But the face mask and the carrot are making his dance funny. 

Oh God! 

I never thought I would see him like this. 

I couldn't hold my laughter any longer and I busted out. 

So loud that he noticed and turned to look at me. 

He stopped his moves and stood there in silence. Expect the song was still playing. 

I folded with laughter and kept my phone on the table. 

"You were not supposed to see this!" He kept the glass on the table with a slight sound. 

"Well, I would expect a 'thank you' for the lovely performance that you just witnessed, accidentally. And recorded." He folded his arms around his chest. 

In all his dancing, I forgot that he wasn't wearing anything on his upper body. 

Yes, I have seen the very same defined, abs and chest many times, but damn! 

No doubt he spends an hour and sometimes even more in the gym everyday. 

I go with him on weekends but I get tired quickly and just end up gawking at him the entire time. 

I stopped my laughing and walked towards him, shifting my eyes from his chest to his deep grey eyes, looking back at me. 

I stood in front of him, only an inch between us. He lowered his hands and placed them on my waist. 

I brought my cold hand to his face and removed his face mask. 

"I had just put it on." he said. 

I smiled and rubbed the little serum on his already soft skin. His light stubble felt rough to my fingers. 

"Aren't my hands cold?" I asked. 

"I would want your hands on me even if they were ice." he said looking straight into my eyes. 

I hid my blush. Well, I tried. 

"Now, I know why you have better skin than mine." I giggled. 

"I love your skin." He rubbed his thumb on my back lightly.

"Hayee, mera Hrithik Roshan!" I pulled his cheeks tightly and placed a kiss on his forehead, raising my heels. 

He sighed embarrassedly and blushed a little, realising what I was referring to. 

I giggled a little and kept my palms on his warm chest. 

"Since when did you start to drink?" I looked behind him for a second at the wine glass.

I know he knows I am teasing him. 

"Since my wife decided to leave her husband alone and lonely for so long." 

"Aha, you didn't seem lonely at all Mr. Sehgal. It looks like you enjoyed quite a lot while your wife was gone." I tried taking a step back from him but he pulled me closer to him. 

"And well, did you enjoy your time?" he traced his index finger along my jaw and held his thumb on my lower lip. 

"Very much." 

"I missed you so much." 

He was about to lean forward but he was interrupted by loud the sound of rain outside. 

"It's raining!?" I shouted and looked outside, at the balcony. 

He turned his head to look outside too and then looked back at me. 

"Wanna get wet?" he raised his eyebrow and asked.

"CAN WE!?... Should we?" 

"Of course." He replied. 

He left me held my hand and started to walk towards the balcony. 

He stopped for a second and picked up the remote and pressed the play button. 

Wait. He had stopped the songs? 

I was so engrossed in staring at him that I didn't even realise that he had paused the songs. 

He was about to open the window to the balcony but I stopped him, "Wait." 

He looked back at me, "Wouldn't people see?" I asked. 

"Who cares?" 

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