The Sun & the Stars Aligned

6: Dance Dhamaal Dhamaka

TARA

I slowly stirred from my slumber, still feeling drowsy and disoriented. As consciousness began to seep in, my hand brushed against something solid and muscular. Confused, I shifted slightly, my fingers tracing the contours until I realized it was a bare chest—a man's chest.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt the warmth of the body next to me, his arm secure around my waist. My face was nestled against his neck, and I inhaled deeply, recognizing the familiar scent of masculine cologne.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, and I stared in disbelief at the man beside me. It was Aditya, his features softened by sleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. My mind raced, trying to make sense of how I ended up in his embrace.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I quickly withdrew from his embrace and let out a piercing scream. Startled awake, he slowly opened his eyes, still groggy from sleep. When he realized I was screaming, he hurriedly sat up and pressed his hand over my mouth to silence me.

"Why are you screaming, Ms. Sharma? Is this your morning routine?" His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. He looked at me, his hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen him.

As his hand covered my mouth, I fell silent, my eyes widening in shock. I stared at him in disbelief, trying to process what was happening. "What are you doing in my room?" I blurted out.

"Your room? This is my room!" He ran his hand through his messy hair, looking all disheveled yet strangely attractive and I couldn't help but gulp at the sight before me. "You're in my bed." he continued. 

There was no denying his handsomeness, with his godly features and tousled hair. But watching him rouse from sleep, his voice all gravelly and deep, stirred up a fluttery mess in my stomach. It felt way too close for comfort, like I was intruding on a private moment.

I tried to shake off these thoughts and glanced around, trying to make sense of the situation. But I couldn't recall coming here or sleeping on his bed beside him.

"Then what am I doing in your room? Last thing I remember, we were on the terrace," I blinked, totally confused.

"Thank god! At least you remember that. Otherwise, you would have thought I took advantage of you. By the way, you slept there," he replied, getting up from the bed and taking a glass of water from the bedside table, drinking slowly.

"Okay, but how did I end up here?" I persisted.

"Ms. Sharma, I think you still don't know this, but at night when you're asleep, you become an angel and your wings sprout. With those wings' help, you flew here," he said mockingly, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Of course, I brought you here. You passed out on the terrace, and I didn't know where your room was," he explained, taking a casual sip of water.

"You could've woken me up!" I huffed. 

"Like you would've woken up!" he teased, making me glare. "I tried waking you up, but you were sleeping like a log."

How dare he say that! I narrowed my eyes at him in disbelief, only just realizing he was half-naked, flexing his well-built abs and toned torso. "Why aren't you properly dressed?" I said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Well, who sleeps in clothes? Not me!" he shrugged, pulling on a T-shirt.

"Mr. Chauhan, can I ask you something?" I asked him nervously, pulling the duvet over me to cover myself completely. He nodded.