Annika Mehra has a hundred things she needs to take care of: her business, her sister, her familial responsibilities and quite a few things she would rather forget.
The unfortunate circumstances which entangle the lives of an unorganised and energe...
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"Are those yours?" I turned around to see him pointing at the t-shirt and the sweatpants on the bed.
"No," I said slowly, arching an eyebrow at him. "Those are for you. I'm assuming you didn't bring anything to sleep here," I crossed my arms in front.
"Right, thanks," he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he muttered under his breath.
Why did he look so agitated?
Shaking my head, at the enigmatic and confusing man in front of me, I walked towards the vanity and sat down on the chair, running my fingers through my hair, as he walked towards the bathroom to get changed.
"Do you have a nightly routine?" I turned to him, as he tools a seat on the bed.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Kind of."
"Is it an hour long?" He grinned.
Rolling my eyes, I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing. "Are you laughing at me?"
"I wouldn't dare," he feigned being afraid, making me shake my head with an amused smile.
"Uh huh," I retorted, slipping the robe of my shoulder and brushing my hairs to the front, as I struggled to reach the spot between my shoulder blades.
I groaned under my breath, as I craned my neck, searching for my cellphone.
"What are you searching for?" I glanced at him, as his eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.
"My cellphone," I shrugged.
"Why?" He looked at me like I was an idiot.
"To call Neha," I replied.
"What for?" He inquired.
"I—— wait," I frowned. "Aap kyun detectives ke tarha mujhe sawal pe sawal karte jaa rahe hain?"
"Can you just answer the question?" He groaned.
"No," I retorted. "Have you seen my cellphone?"
"Yes," he nodded. "It's here," he held it in his grip.
"Give it to me," I extended my hand.
"No," he shrugged.
I blinked. "What?"
"No," he repeated.
"Shivaay, I'm not in the mood for jokes," I sighed, rubbing my temple. "I'm far too exhausted."
