The Contract Fiancee [#1 Of The Singhanias Series]

💗Communication💗

I can't believe it!

He travelled all the way back from London, leaving his meeting, just to talk to me. There's definitely something wrong with his brain, because there's no chance a normal man can be this considerate and sweet.

I groan as I feel the anger slipping away from my heart. Why does he have to make me swoon by his actions every single damn time??

I pour the kadha (decoction or herbal tea) in the cup for him and look up when the door of the guest room opens and he walks out with a towel in his hand, wiping his hair.

I have to press my lip together to stop myself from laughing after seeing him in papa's t-shirt and pants, which barely fit him.

"Stop laughing", he warns me with a cute glare making me burst into a chuckle.

"I am sorry, it's just funny that a man with a body like you looks like that in Papa's clothes"

I chuckle once again and walk up to him with a cup of kadha in my hand. His eyes soften as he looks at me and takes the cup. "It's not my fault that I am tall", he says with a shrug and I just roll my eyes.

I start to walk away but he holds my wrist and looks at me with raised eyebrows, " Where are you going?"

I open my mouth to answer him honestly but don't know what comes over me and I choose the sarcastic approach and reply,  "To the hell"

He sighs but tightens his hold on my hand, not in painful grip but a firm one and pulls me closer, "Shika...."

"What?",  I ask suddenly feeling irritated.

"Baccha, I need to talk to you"

"I don't wanna talk to you",

"And still you say you don't have mood swings", he says with a smirk and I hit his shoulder.

He keeps the cup in his hand on the table and sits on the couch while dragging me down with him.

I settle down and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

"You know what's wrong"

He holds both my hands in his,
" Shika I need us to talk, to communicate. I know I messed up but I don't wanna just explain my side and clear out my faults. I know you met dadu today and you probably know everything now. So please tell me what you are thinking. Let me in"

His statement makes me angry.

"Let you in? Seriously? You are asking me to let you in when you have done nothing else but close me off Armaan. I don't know a freaking thing about you other than this perfect version you have shown me in the last few months. I don't know what you hate, what you dislike, what breaks you or what hurts you! I don't know anything" , I snatched my hand back and glared at him.