Fragrance of love

25. Drama

Shanaya's Pov

I woke up and noticed that the space beside me was empty. I thought maybe Saransh had gone downstairs to the kitchen, but then I heard the sound of shower  coming from the bathroom. Ah, so he's not gone, I thought to myself, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks as I remembered our conversation from last night. I got lost in my own thoughts, replaying the moments we shared, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder what the day had in store for us. Would we continue to grow closer, or would we face new challenges? I didn't have to wait long to find out, as Saransh emerged from the bathroom, his hair dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his waist. He flashed me a charming smile, and my heart skipped a beat.

He was looking incredibly hot, and I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I had seen him shirtless twice before, but today it felt different. Maybe it was the way he was standing, his wet hair dripping down his chest, his towel slung low on his hips. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest.

And it wasn't just his physical appearance that was affecting me. Saransh's personality had undergone a change too. Before, he would talk to me normally, but now there was a certain... intensity in his eyes, a certain huskiness in his voice that made me feel all fluttery inside.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, Saransh spoke up, his voice snapping me out of my reverie. "Good morning," he said, his tone normal, yet slightly cold, which I found strangely attractive.

I felt my cheeks flush as I met his gaze, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. What was happening to me? And why was I reacting this way to Saransh's presence? I didn't have the answers, but I knew one thing for sure - I was in trouble.

"Good morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Saransh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. "You look a bit lost in thought."

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit...distracted."

Saransh chuckled. "Well, I'm glad I could distract you. Now, shall we get ready for the day?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness.

"I'll take a shower and then I'll make breakfast," I declared, trying to sound confident.

Saransh raised an eyebrow. "No need, the chef will make it."

I hesitated for a moment, but my desire to cook won out. "But I feel like making breakfast."

Saransh chuckled. "Let it go, Shanaya, you'll get tired."

I shook my head, determination in my voice. "Who gets tired from making breakfast? I'll make it, that's final."

Saransh held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, but take a shower first.

I nodded and headed into the bathroom, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as the warm water cascaded down my body. I took a deep breath, letting the stress of the morning melt away. As I lathered up the soap, I chuckled to myself, feeling a flutter in my chest. What was happening to me? And why did I feel like I was enjoying this playful banter so much?

As I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. I wrapped myself in a towel and headed back into the bedroom, where Saransh was waiting for me with a smile. "Feel better?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Yeah, thanks. I needed that."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Anytime, Shanaya. Anytime.”