Bade Sapne

◇ Part 3 ◇

Vira's POV

Scratch. Clink, clink, crash. Tap, Tap, bang.

I sat up abruptly, disturbed by the noise. What the fuck is going on? I thought I'd been dreaming, but the sound of a spoon on a plate resonated around the apartment, assuring me that this was no dream.

It was dark. I guess Ishan doesn't like sleeping with a night light, huh? Definitely seems like the night light type of guy. The buzz of Mumbai had quietened down significantly, and the streetlamps from outside were my only source of light. I quietly moved the duvet off my body as I stepped out of bed, making sure not to make a noise.

My feet touched the floor, and a gentle creak gave way as soon as I had applied a bit of pressure on the floorboard. I quietly cursed myself. The loud sounds continued. I looked around the room for something heavy when I spotted the cricket bats in the corner. I grabbed one, not knowing whose it was.

Holding it behind me, I tiptoed towards the door. FUCK! I'd stubbed my toe on something hard. I think it was the bed frame. I continued stumbling in the dark, until I finally found the door handle, and quietly opened it. I stuck my head out into the corridor to check for any immediate threats. Nothing.

I peeked around, before stepping out. The kitchen light was on! I crept towards the kitchen door, gripping the bat tightly. The sound of a fork scraping against glass echoed through the corridor, sending chills down my spine.

Holding the bat with two hands, I slowly approached the door. I peered in, hoping they wouldn't be looking my way. Thankfully, they weren't. I caught a glimpse of black hair, before they began to turn around. I held the bat over my head, ready to swing.

They turned around, and before I could knock their head off with the bat, I realised I was standing face to face with Shubman, who was now narrowing his eyes at me. His eyes drifted to the bat, and I quickly hid it behind my back. Oops. I chuckled nervously. He just stared at me, looking evidently concerned for me.

I scratched my neck in embarrassment, as Shubman narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'm not even going to ask." He rolled his eyes, and turned back to doing what he was doing.

When I took a closer look at what he was doing, I noticed quite a few things. First off, he was cleaning out the glass bowl he'd burnt the nachos in before. Damn, I guess he just felt really bad about it. Softie. Second, it was about 1 in the morning, based off the Fitbit on his wrist. And third, he was shirtless. Wait, mein wahan kyun dekh rahi hoon?

He looked at me again, his chocolate brown eyes scanning me up and down.

"What do you want?"

My eyes kept drifting over his exposed chest, his toned abs making themselves known, showing me that he valued his fitness greatly. I tried to tear my eyes away from his almost perfect body. before I mentally slapped myself, urging myself to look away. What the fuck is wrong with me? He leaned down to my height, and stared directly into my eyes. I narrowed my eyes.

"What are you-" I said, before he interrupted me.

"Got a staring problem?"

"Tu itna bhi hot nahi hai ki mein tum par har waqt stare karoon. Khud ki bohot taarif maat karna."

"Oh ho, meri maa, khud ko dekha hai kya?"

"Haan bohot baar dekha hai. Mere bare mein kya?"

"Toh tumko paata hi hoga ki tum bhi itni khaas chiz nahi ho."

"Tumse toh zyaada khaas hoon." I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes and turning away.

"Kya kaha?"