✧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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"Rudra?" I whispered.
He hums lightly but doesn't wake up. With a sigh, I reclined once more and fixed my gaze on my room's ceiling. I have one of those star stickers that glow in the dark, and they are looking nice right now. We were supposed to head back to the mansion, but we ended up staying at my brother's place instead. I learned that Taara was Rudra's irresistible force, and when she asked him to stay, he complied.
She had him wrapped around her pinky finger.
My left hand dangled over the edge of the bed as I turned onto my side. I find it frustrating that I cannot seem to get any sleep, even though I really want to. It doesn't even make sense to me, and on top of that, I am hungry. But I do not want to cook anything.
And this man is sleeping!
It is completely wrong of me to be angry at him because he is sleeping, but I cannot help myself. With his iron grip around my waist, I was unable to breathe at all. If he had held me just a little more gently, I would have run.
"Rudra...?"
I tried saying it a little louder this time, but I did not get any response, so I wiggled in his hold, sat up, and held his eyelids open.
"Wake up!"
He was startled awake by my scream. He rubbed his eye with one hand as the other wrapped around my waist to support me I threw my legs around him and sat down on his lap. His eyes are drooping from exhaustion, and his lips are puckered into a tiny pout. I felt guilty for waking him up in the wee hours of the morning.
He rasps, "What happened, baby?" and his deep voice nearly makes me drool.
I responded while maintaining composure. "I am hungry."
For a brief moment, he raised his head and gazed at me, almost making me want to drop off of him and go to sleep. However, I instantly relaxed when a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Should we go out?"
I shook my head no. "Do you know how to make French toast?"
I did a dance when he nodded. "Let's go and make you French toast."
He got out of bed, picked me up in his arms, went down the stairs, and headed for the kitchen. He made me sit at the counter, and when I looked up at the clock, my eyes popped out of their sockets. I am making this man cook me something at four-thirty in the morning.
How cruel of me!
I said in a sorrowful whisper, "I am sorry for waking you up so early, Rudra."
He pulled out a pan and placed it over the stove, then gave me a quick glance. "Baby, do not stress about it. And stop apologising for silly things."
I gave him a smile, to which he returned, and I watched as he moved around the kitchen with such ease that it seemed like he owned it. I stare at his chest, and his bicep muscles flexing with the slightest movement. Whoa, it is happening to me once more! I am fantasising about him yet again.
