Indifferent

His Sweet Warmth

Deepika's POV

I still cannot believe I did that yesterday. My goodness, I still feel his warmth all around me, surrounding me, engulfing me in a comforting hug. I freaking kissed him on his cheek, and then ran away like a coward.

'That you are.'

Oh shut up. I mean, I did that quite nervously and towards the end, it seemed more like a risk, but oh well, I just could not muster the courage to stay there anymore.

And when I looked back at him, he was still, quite still like a stone.

Damn, I liked it, but what about him? What if he thinks of me as a pervert or as someone who took his advantage? Or worse yet, he starts disliking me?

This very thought broke the flimsy confines of sleep I had put myself in, and all of the excitement, those sweet tingles of shyness I felt, plummeted. Because come what may, the very idea of him disliking me or growing distant from me saddens me so much. It might have just been a few weeks, but he's come very close to my heart. Maybe I have started liking him? As a woman likes a man? As a wife likes her husband?

Damn, but what if he hates me now?

Stupid, stupid Deepika!

Should not have done that. I don't want to lose him.

When I felt a steady but sturdy lump of insecurities plaguing the back of my throat and aching increasingly with each passing moment, I decided to brush off those thoughts for a while - if that was even possible. I cast asides my duvet and decided to just go outside my room.

4 : 45 AM.

It was this early in the morning?

I had never before woken up at this time, ever.

Of course you never would, sleepyhead.

I decided to make my way towards the kitchen for a glass of warm milk. Maybe that would help calming my nerves.

Just when I was about to enter the kitchen, I heard some steady and rather distant grunts. As though someone was terribly exhausted or angry or...

Oh my God!

My eyes widened with fear as it registered the similarity of this situation and those weird grunts to Monjolika. Shit, what the heck do I even do now? What a bad idea? I should have lounged around on my bed or loitered around in my room. Why did I have to come out?

(Monjolika - a popular horror movie character from the Indian movie Bhool Bhulaiyaa)

But as stupid as those characters are in horror movies, my mind decided to be even stupider and my legs, as though having a mind of their own ventured in the direction of those grunts. Now I somewhat understand those horror movie characters. Curiosity gets the better of them, just as with me now.

'Retreat Deepika. Have you finally lost it?', the only sane corner of my mind tried to warn, but oh well.

I did not know when I reached near the home gym. Wait a second - gym? Then it must be Varun. That man loves working out a lot, but this early in the morning. My goodness, I have married a monster.

My heartbeats had calmed down considerably and I made my way through the door fearlessly now. So much for being scared of a ghost.

What the.....DAMN those muscles. Woahhhh.

My lips parted on their own as I stared at the man whose very muscles have had me hooked since the moment I entered. He was lifting those dark grey dumbbells, and I don't even know what that particular exercise is called, because come on - gym and I are not the best of the friends, or even the worst of the enemies, we just don't know each other, at all. But boy, oh boy were his muscles accentuated with whatever exercise he was doing.