𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Chapter 15 Wake-up call?

N I T I K A

I sat on Avyaan's couch, surrounded by notes and textbooks, trying to focus on the assignment in front of me. But my gaze kept drifting to him, sitting beside me, his eyes intent on the papers.

I couldn't help but stare at his features - the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the messy hair that fell across his forehead. He was so close, I could see the faint stubble on his chin, the curve of his lips.

As I gazed, Avyaan looked up, catching me staring. A slow smile spread across his face, and he leaned in close, his voice low and husky. "I think you're more interested in me than in this assignment."

"Y-yeah"

My heart skipped a beat as he whispered the words, his breath tickling my ear. I leaned back, trying to create some distance, but he hovered over me, his eyes locked on mine.

"W-what are y-you doing?" I stuttered, my voice barely audible.

Avyaan's smirk grew wider, and he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears....

And then, suddenly, I felt myself falling, my body weightless. I winced in pain as I landed with a thud on the hard floor.

I sat up, rubbing my sore head, realizing it was just a dream. Oh God, what a dream! I thought, my face was flushing with embarrassment.

But as I looked around my darkened room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of Avyaan's eyes on me, his smile etched in my mind. I sighed, trying to calm my racing heart. It was just a dream, Nitika. Just a dream.

But as I lay back down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of Avyaan's presence. I felt like he was still hovering over me, his eyes locked on mine.

Ahhhhhhh!!!!

I tossed and turned, trying to distract myself, but my mind kept wandering back to the dream. The way Avyaan had smiled at me, the way his eyes had crinkled at the corners.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed, trying to clear my head. But as I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My cheeks were flushed, my eyes sparkling. I looked like I was still caught up in the dream.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It was just a dream, Nitika. Don't read too much into it.

As I walked back to my bed, the clock on my nightstand read midnight. Aleena and Bella were dozed off, their gentle snores filling the room. I smiled, feeling grateful for my friends' presence.

I settled into bed, my phone clutched in my hand. I opened Instagram, scrolling through my reels. My feed was filled with food reels that made my stomach growl, biker reels that thrilled me, and fictional guys reels that made me sigh.

Then, I saw it. A reel title "nothing can makes a man attractive." I smiled as I watched it- "man who  cooks, cares, remembers small things". My heart skipped a beat. That was my type, too.

I added the reel to my story, feeling a sense of solidarity with the anonymous poster. I continued scrolling, liking more relatable posts and reels. A reel about coffee being the answer to all problems, a post about book lovers being the best lovers...

As I scrolled, my eyelids grew heavy. I felt my head nodding, my phone slipping from my grasp. I was too comfortable to move, too sleepy to care.

With a soft sigh, I let my eyes drift shut, the glow of my phone fading into darkness. I was asleep in seconds, surrounded by the gentle snores of my friends and the comforting glow of my phone.