Passion & Dilemma

11. This is our reality

Reminder: The characters in this story are flawed and morally corrupted. I, as a writer, do not support or justify any wrong doings. All of this is just for the story.

Prerna's POV

I threw the wet t-shirt at his face. "Fuck you."

He caught it effortlessly and shut his eyes for a moment before pinning me with a dark glare.

He did not move his eyes away from my face, but the fact that I was standing in drenched clothes under the open sky, while my maroon bra clung to my breasts was enough to set my skin on invisible fire.

My face turned warm when Sarthak lowered his gaze to his hand, holding my tee and pointed at the sunlounger.

"I'm sorry but please wear that jacket. Do not stand like this," he persuaded and my mouth flattened at his reaction.

I suddenly felt conscious about my state. I listened to him and slipped on his jacket. Without paying another glance to him, I headed out. Water dripped from my wet clothes, messing up the floor.

I walked cautiously to my room and I threw his jacket off me with a little extra force than necessary. I wished it was him instead of his jacket.

I placed the ring safely in my bag and went to the bathroom.

After taking a long bath, I decided to stay in my room. I did not want to face anyone when I was so frustrated.

The anger loosens my tongue and I always end up saying things, that I regret later.

I closed all the curtains and switched off the light. The room turned dark and I laid in the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Even after two hours my anger did not go down by one degree. Rather my brain began to overthink all the things that could go wrong if Sarthak happened to be more insane and obsessed than he already was.

What if he was a psycho? Or a man who did not know how to accept rejection from a woman? Will he try to take revenge for hurting his ego? For cussing and pushing him? Will he try to do something bad to me? He wouldn't, right? I was Naina's friend. I was immune to such things from him. But would he care about it?

I was my father's only child, we shared the same blood, I lived with him since birth, but he still hurt me.

My father did not care about me; why would Sarthak?

I did not realise when I drifted into dreamland while thinking about him.

When I woke up, the sun had already set.

Damn, I slept for nine hours straight. I washed my face and finally composed myself enough to face everyone.

Sleep is the best cure for all my sufferings.

Heading to the dining area, I saw everyone already settled in their seats. My eyes spotted Sarthak in the corner, looking unbothered and detached. The sight of him icked me.

How can he be so relaxed?

"Oh," Dipti voiced when she saw me, "thank god you woke up. You know, I came to wake you up twice but you were in a deep slumber."

I raised a brow at the information. I was actually a light sleeper. It was surprising to know did not wake up after two tries.

"Come on," Naina pointed at the only remaining chair and to my dismay it was across Sarthak's. "You didn't eat in the lunch time either."

I set my jaw and pulled the chair. Sarthak did not look up from his plate when I sat across him, he was too busy looking at his plate.

He was blissfully silent. His cheerful and funny guy mask was stripped off, leaving behind a expressionless man.