Pocket Full of Lies

40- Invitation to the devil

There was one major flaw in Rehaan's plan.

We didn't realize it at first, none of us did. It wasn't until Rehaan yawned, we realized that I was about to stay the night at his place.

Working for him for seven years, there wasn't a single time, I stayed the night. Hospital didn't count, because there were lots of people around. But this was an unknown territory.

Of course, it wasn't too unusual for a housekeeper to stay at their employer's house. There were many housekeepers who worked and stayed 24/7. My mom did too.

But they don't have feelings for their boss, do they?

My freaking subconscious! Just when I was getting relaxed, it just had to butt in and remind me.

I opened the water bottle kept on his side table, hoping to drink my awkwardness away.

"Alright then, good night," Rehaan muttered, while picking up a night suit from the half packed suitcase.

"Where are you going?" I asked, pausing to ask, before taking another sip of water.

He stared at me like I was dumb to question that. "To sleep?"

"Outside?" It was my turn to look at him incredulously.

"Would you rather have us share the bedroom?" He countered, looking at me with raised eyebrows, a smirk adorning his face.

Startled, I spluttered out the water all over the suitcase and...His legs.

"Aish!" He jumped back, before wringing his leg and gritting his teeth at me.

"Joke, it was a joke," he clarified in an irritated voice, before going to wash his legs while mumbling something under his breath.

Probably cursing me out.

"Sorry!" I yelled, behind his back, before looking at the suitcase with a resigned sigh.

Way to increase your own workload.

Obviously, the water hadn't been much that it would actually wet each and every cloth. I would have just let it dry if it had fallen from the bottle. However, it had fallen from my mouth.

Should I still consider it water or should I call it vomit?

"Why the fuck am I even thinking about all this? Just clean it up. Argh! I have gone crazy. Totally crazy."

"Seems like it. Talking to yourself would be the first sign," Rehaan said, as he came back.

I made a face at him in response, causing him to roll his eyes at my childish behaviour.

"Anyways, let's just sleep for now. It's too late. We can do the search and unpacking tomorrow. Ah wait! There's nothing left to unpack, because our fabulous Muskaan has dirtied everything." He taunted.

"Whose fault was it?" I huffed. "Why would you make such a poor joke, especially when I was drinking water?"

"Why did you ask such a dumb question then?" He retorted.

"Dumb question? Dumb question?" I shouted the second time, before standing up and poking his chest with my finger. "You were the one who was leaving the bedroom...to sleep. People go to the bedroom to sleep, not the other way round. So who is the dumb one here? Huh? Tell me. Why are you silent now? Come on, say it."

He laughed, shaking his head at me in amusement.

Poking my forehead, he spoke, "Idiot, I very well know where people go to sleep. However, there is only one bedroom in this apartment. That's why I was going to the living room, to sleep on the couch."

"Oh!" That was my brilliant response.

He chuckled at my dumbfounded expression, before moving inside to take his pillow and blanket.

"That's not needed," I said, making him turn his head at me.

"What?" He asked, standing back up properly, leaving the pillow back on the bed.

"You take the bedroom, I will take the couch," I said, looking at him with a small smile.

"Do you seriously think I will let you sleep on the couch?"

"I am habitual to sleeping on the floor. So, the couch is actually an upgrade."

He rolled his eyes at me. "I am not having a fight over this. Just take it," he said, before picking his stuff back and moving to leave the room.

"You are not well and-" I tried protesting but he cut me off by saying,

"Muskaan, I will be fine. Just take the bedroom. Don't think I haven't noticed the hesitance in your eyes. And rightfully so. Bedroom has a lock. So I think you will feel more at ease here."

He looked at me with warm, gentle eyes, trying to reassure me, while not being a bit offended about my hesitance. I thought he would say the words like 'you don't trust me' and all that. But he was being understanding and that just warmed my heart. However, I couldn't let him do it.

He needed rest. And it was obvious that it wouldn't happen on the couch. Seven years ago, this guy wasn't even able to sleep in a bed for a whole month, because he wasn't used to a small room. It took him awhile to adjust from his mansion lifestyle to living in a flat.

Rehaan hated changes. So it was obvious he wouldn't get any sleep here. Unlike the time in hospital, the dosage of medicine had even reduced. Or else, he would at least sleep because of the effect of medicine.

He hadn't completely recovered. And too much had already happened today. He even lost consciousness. Sleeping properly was a must. I didn't want to become an obstacle in his recovery. Hence, I knowingly used the most effective yet the harsh way to get my way.

"Bedroom is for the owner, Rehaan. This is not the place for a housekeeper. Especially if the boss has to sleep on the couch for that."

And just like that all the warmth in his eyes vanished.

"Housekeeper, Right!" He said it like it was a curse. "How could I forget?" Rehaan said to himself, before looking up at me, "Fine, Ms.Houskeeper. Let's do this your way. But what to do? I can't sleep in the messy room. So wash all these clothes you have dirtied, before ending your day. Alright? Good night."

He climbed up on the bed, not before kicking the open suitcase in anger.

"Hurry," he muttered, waving his hand towards the suitcase, not bothering to even look at me.

Puffing out some air, I bent to zip the suitcase, before picking it up. Better to take it entirely to the bathroom, than making numerous trips for clothes.

"Washing clothes at midnight. Nice life, Muskaan. What has this world come into! Think nice of someone and they do this to you." I huffed.

To be honest, I didn't even have the right to complain. Because I was the one who gave an invitation to the devil.