𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀

C H A P T E R - 33

Mayra

I sprawled on my bed with tears staining my cheeks. I texted Moksha I wasn't feeling well so I was back in our suite and her reply was immediate.

I had to convince her to not come here to check up on me and I was fine and in need of some good sleep.

Just when I put my phone down the previous hollowness settles in my chest and I have to force myself to breathe. Why am I feeling such emotions when I hate that jerk.

How can a mere kiss have such an effect on me. I want to stop feeling miserable and pathetic all the time. I just hope Aarav hadn't seen me tearing on the sight.

The itchiness of being in my own skin was too much for me and I didn't have an ounce of energy to get up and change my clothes. I lie there on the massive bed tossing and turning in between.

After a hefty sigh I dial a number and pressed the phone against my ear. She picks up on the third ring "Helloo May!" I sniffed soundlessly then speak "Hey Diya" there's a pause before she resumes "Are you okay? You don't sound good to me" I know right.

I sound mental even in my own head. And I can't tell her about this encounter.

"Yeah I'm okay. How's you?" I try to make the conversation flow but she doesn't seems to take my hint "Tell. Me Mayra" is there a way out now? No.

"Well Diya if you won't judge me.." there's a sound of clicking tongue on the other side "..I mean I know you won't but ahh so.. mm is there a chance you might end up wishing to know more about the person you use to hate so passionately" I bite my lips so hard I'm surprised I didn't draw blood.

"Of course May you can't always like the person at first sight and OHH WAIT! is it about Aarav????" she squeals so loudly on the phone I had to stretch my phone away from my sensitive ears.

"I didn't mention him" I don't sound convincing at all. "IT IS HIM!" I close my eyes and threw my face in the pillow.

"I want to stop this Diya he hates me. He always makes sure I hate him" and tonight it was proved that I am nothing but a source for him to hone his hate. 

"Do you ..like him?" I straightened and pushed into a sitting position "Noo. It's just that I have started to see past my hatred. But he always finds his way back in that villain frame" I exhaled not wanting to continue this conversation because it's confusing my thoughts.

"Don't worry May you'll find your answers soon." I hummed and then after some chats we hung up. I lazily pull my blankets up and was about to lie down when the door clicks open. I forgot to lock the door?? 

The lights were dim but it wasn't that dark. I could recognise him even in the crowds of hundred.

"Mayra?" Aarav locks the door behind him and slowly turns to me. His eyes take there time to watch me from top to bottom. I suddenly feel so much heat on my face.

"You're sick?" he examines me while rounding the bed. I don't say anything when he drops a polybag on the bedside table that contained hot chocolate and some snacks.

"I'm not and why'd you bring this" I sound irritated. Stop it Mayra.

He doesn't speaks for a long minute and keeps staring me. The heat on my face has now spread all over my body. When I open up to speak something anything to break the silence. "Moksha sent those".

His hand darts from his side and ends up on my forehead. He seems to check my temperature. Don't touch me because I'm a complete mess right now. As if he knows what he's doing he takes one of my hand in his.

"Your temperature is not normal Mayra" yeah because you keep touching me. I try to jerk free my hand but he only tightens around me "Your hands are too cold" he comments before rubbing them. It feels impossible to breathe with him so close to me.

The heat and calluse of his hands were a contrast to my softer and smaller ones. I liked the way they felt against my skin.

He settles the temperature of A.C to 26⁰ and then resumes rubbing his hands against mine "Tum yaha kya kr rhe ho?" (What are you doing here?) I manage to say but his focus is zeroed on my hands. When I was sure he is going to ignore me he opens "Jo mujhe bhot pehle Krna chahiye tha" (Something I should've done sooner).

His gaze lifts to mine and his hold losens on me. I use the moment to slip my hands away from his grip. I can't function properly when he keeps touching me.

"Matlab?" (Meaning?) I ask without thoughts "Nothing. I was bored back there in the party" he says nonchalantly and sprawls on the bed almost eating up the entire space.

"You should leave or your girlfriend might end up here while looking for you" I say lying on my side of the bed facing the ceiling. I don't flinch or jerk when he pulls himself next to me resting his head on the pillow. My heart is hammering inside the cage.

"Girlfriend?" the word comes out in a laugh "Why'd you think so" he gives me an unknown look while his eyes not leaving mine. I suck a tooth before replying "You guys were.. kissing" I say with enough nonchalance for him to not see past it.

He hums "So you're saying if two people kiss they are dating. According to that you're my girlfriend Mayra and I am your boyfriend" his breath fans my chin and a shiver runs down my spine. 

Why would he say that when he knows for a fact that kiss meant nothing. "Too bad I don't take leftovers" I speak with a stern tone even though my stomachs flipping upside down.

His eyes darkened on me and he lowers himself on my neck. There's no physical contact between us but the heat emanating from him is enough for my legs to go weak.

He sniffs below my ear and then backs away an inch to meet my gaze "Lavender. My new addiction" his words felt like a trickling breath on my cheek.

I want to push him but at the same time my fingers want to hold him by his hood and slam him on top of me. He's not touching me and I want him to do just that.

"Why did you leave Mayra?" he stopped moving further in my neck and straightens to face me completely. His attention fully on my lips as I keep biting them "I wasn't feeling good" I look away because it's a habit. I can't lie to people on there face.

A finger snakes under my chin turning my head to him "Truth Mayra" we both stare at each other without blinking and for a moment I wanted to confront him. Tell him that I didn't like the way Sherlyn clung on her or how she kissed her when I couldn't even remember ours.

"You left when you saw Sherlyn kissing me" he adds and his eyes are turning darker with every word. "Maybe I was nauseous by the sight" I say bluntly not backing away.

Instead of a frown his face pulls into a smirk and he pulls away from my side, his comforting heat leaving with him "I see. I'll make sure you don't see such sights again" with that he left.

I get up from my place and found a sheen layer of sweat coating my body. And dampness between my legs.