𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Chapter 7 Coffee

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As we stepped out, Avyaan gestured to his bike, parked nearby. "Hop on."

Nitika's eyes widened as she approached the sleek machine. "OMG, you have a bike? Wow!" She gazed at it in awe, her admiration evident.

Avyaan's nonchalant attitude was a stark contrast to Nitika's excitement. "Hop on, let's go," he said.

Nitika nodded, her enthusiasm undeterred. As they rode through the streets, she couldn't help but steal glances at the bike, her mind racing with a familiar feeling. Suddenly, it clicked - she had seen this bike before, on her favorite biker's Instagram page.

They arrived at Avyaan's apartment complex. "You know what?" she said showing the I'd, her eyes sparkling. "I love this biker on Instagram, and he has the same bike as you!"

Avyaan's expression faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure. "So what?" he said, his voice was indifferent.

Nitika's eyes shone with excitement. "I just love that bike, and him too!" She squealed, her enthusiasm uncontainable.

Avyaan hid his smile, his eyes darting around the parking lot. "Let's get to work on that project," he said, his tone detached.

As they entered his flat, Avyaan gestured to the chair. "Sit down."

He kept his laptop on the table. Her gaze lingered on Avyaan's face, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

As Avyaan began to explain their project, Nitika found herself distracted by his piercing eyes, his chiseled features, and his charming smile. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the focus of his attention, to be the one he was obsessed with.

"So, Nitika, are you listening?" Avyaan asked, his voice snapping her back to reality.

She blushed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Y-yes, of course," she stuttered, her eyes darting back to laptop screen.

Nitika's mind was a jumble of emotions, her thoughts racing with confusion. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her, why she was suddenly feeling all these things. She had always been level-headed, rational, and in control, but now her emotions were in turmoil.

One moment she was working on a project, the next she was fantasizing about Avyaan. She couldn't explain why her heart raced when he smiled or why her palms grew sweaty when their hands touched.

"I'll get us some coffee"

As Avyaan rose to make coffee, Nitika's eyes followed him, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders. "I want cold coffee," she said.

Avyaan nodded. "Coming right up."

As he busied himself in the kitchen, Nitika's eyes roamed his room, taking in the neatness and precision that seemed to define him. Everything was in its place, every item perfectly aligned. She felt a pang of admiration for his attention to detail.

When Avyaan returned with two cold coffees, Nitika's smile was warm. "Thanks," she said, taking a sip.

As they sat at the table, Nitika leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Avyaan's face. But in a sudden moment of clumsiness, she lost control and fell back, her coffee spilling all over her face.

"Sheesh" she muttered.

Avyaan's laughter was instant, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh my god, Nitika!"

Nitika's anger flared, her face flushing with embarrassment. She stood up, her eyes blazing.

"you have got to be kidding me! Coffee all over my face and you're laughing? You're enjoying this, aren't you?"