A Piece Of My Heart (Ft. Virushka) 💖

53. A REVERENCE

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"No..Anu. Don't do that, get up" I didn't know why I stopped her, but I felt like it wasn't right.

"It's ok bub.. I'm fine with that-" she calmed me down.

"-But I'm not." I replied instantly.

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"Why?" She asked again.

"It's just... Please listen to me, I..I can't" he turned around and wrapped a towel around his waist when he saw that she wasn't getting up.

There was  pitch silence in the shower. There were only sounds of splattering droplets on the floor. Anushka got up and kept looking at him for answers.

But he looked away and got out of the shower. He wiped himself and put on his shorts. When he turned around she was still standing there under the shower.

"Anu, aur kitni der nahaaogi" he asked peeking inside. But there was no reply.

He waited there till she came out. There was a weird silence in the bathroom which seemed  like an anti climax after the heartwarming session they had.

As she came out, he took a towel and wiped her shoulders and all over the body, she slowly stepped back.

"What are you doing? " She was confused by his actions.

"I had told you na , I will help you with this. It was my idea to bring you here" he said moving towards her and wiping the whole body. She was still silent and let him do what he was doing.

He wiped all the parts of her body delicately and  gently wiped her neck and face. He took another towel and started drying her hair.

Anushka POV

I didn't know whether to be angry on him or just pull his cheeks. He was so adorable. How can someone hate this man. Even when I want to be angry, he finds a way to be loved.

He made me wear the robe and tied the knot. I literally didn't have to do anything. I guess this is what they call princess treatment. Even though I was loving everything he did, I kept a straight face. I was still a bit angry.

He suddenly went out and brought a chair. I looked at him with a question mark. Why did he bring a chair to the washroom.

"Baitho. I'll dry your hair and comb it. If we go to room, Ved will wake up. So let's finish it here." He said pulling my hand to make me sit.

I sat down and he stood behind me with the blow dryer. I was gazing at him through the mirror in front. Even his subtle movements turned me on. He gently held my hair and dried it layer by layer.

He was also looking at me time to time through the mirror. But I didn't wanted to give in so easily. I looked down and sat quiet. He gently ran his fingers on my neck. I nudged it away showing my disinterest.

After a while, he finished drying my hair and took the comb. He innocently combed my hair by parting it to either sides and untangling it. It wasn't the perfect parting, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

He brought my clothes and helped me put it on. I literally didn't have to do anything. I was sitting there like a prop. He knelt down infront of me and tried to read my poker face. He gave a gentle peck on my cheeks.

"Ab chalo" he called me to get to the room. But I didn't get up from the chair.

So he came back and lifted me in bridal style and helped me to the bed.
He covered me with the blanket and laid down beside me.