ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
(BOOK 1 IN THE SERIES, "THE TAINTED LOVE ANTHALOGY)
ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
"Theory or practical?" He asked, his voice low and husky as his eyes roamed around her body.
"S-sir?" She shuddered at how close they were standing right n...
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"Here, your favourite drink." I was busy reading a book when I saw a cup dangling infront of my eyes and smoke coming out of it. "HOT CHOCOLATE!" I stated excitedly holding the cup with both of my hands, putting the book aside and she smiled nodding.
"You know me so well di!" I mumbled before sipping onto the drink. I loved it even more because it was raining outside and my messed up brain really needed some relaxation.
It's been three days I have been staying with Arohi, honestly I have been quite liking her company. Maybe that's because the unfamiliar sense of her apartment made me feel safer. And I somewhat have been coping up from the incident of that night. Arohi was always very understanding and supportive towards me, she didn't ask me anything about the incident anymore and we somehow pretended it never happened.
I know that a few days later I'll have to get back to my original routine and then maybe I might have to counter the horrors once again but somehow I trusted that Mr. Rathore was actually looking into it.
Arohi sat beside me on the couch and peeped into the book and gasped. "A hard cover version of twisted series? Wow that's really expensive. Akash Bhai is earning I know but still he bought you these?" She was really surprised and it was nothing uncommon.
The original hard cover versions were really really expensive and I could never afford them with my pocket money and I would neither ask my brother because otherwise he would be curious about what I am reading and I don't really want him to know. Not when it's about the Twisted series.
"No no di, it's a gift from Mr. Rathore." As I mentioned his name my cheeks automatically turned warm. As I got reminded of the dreams I was having related to him. Technically I am 21 and soon will be turning 22, not very young for these things but still it felt so wrong to imagine my professor like that. Also somewhere I kept getting reminded of the fact that maybe if he knew I am having such dreams about him, he'll have a bad impression about me.
