Maire Naam tu | Prem & Kaya

•°romance in delhi•°

                                 Kaya

My dearest, dearest diary,
update is that,
last night Prem and I had a big fuss where we debated who should sleep on the couch of the living room. I said I will and he kept saying he will.

And at the end he did sleep on the couch.
I felt bad.
Sometimes I forget Prem is a richy rich man. He doesn't seems like one.
He is so humble. .
He doesn't shows it.
But there are a lot of beautiful parts in him. How desperately I wanna discover each and one of those parts. .

"What are you writing?" Prem asks.

We are in a sweets place.
Prem told me he has a sweet tooth that is why I brought him here.

The second he took a bite of the Cake I ordered for him, he didn't say anything but he ate it all clean. He liked it.

All these little little things about him when I know . . it flutters my heart.

Like he is such a simple person underneath this thick coat of workaholic  and tough Boss from which people only expects professionalism.

"Your name in my death note."
His eyebrows furrowed, and he took a sip of his warm Chai from the clay cup.

"What's that?"
He asked and I smile shaking my head as a no.
Silly Prem.

"Nothing."

I look at him longer than I should.

His gold chain glowing.
The first two buttons of his full sleeved beige shirt were opened.
How I have always wanted to run my hand over his chest.

It's like we both have been limiting ourselves from going further.
Respecting the boundaries . . which already have been broken. . . in his kitchen. . . his fingers in me-

"If you keep looking at me like that I'll assume you are obsessed with me."

My cheeks flushed and I looked back at my diary and continued my writing while Prem released a chuckle.

Prem never got on a bus.
Yeah . .
So the ride to here was funny as he looked here and there like a lost puppy.
I asked him what did he even do in Delhi.
He said he was in his apartment, studying all day.

Also. .
Funny how all my writings these days are about him. I am surely obsessed.
Does he know I write about him?. .

I glance over him.
He was looking at me with his chin resting on his palm.

"W-what ?" I ask.

"You look pretty." He said with a small curve in his lips.

I wore a white long cotton sundress.
Which gave quite a view of my chest.
With the earrings he put in my ears.

I bit back my smile and mouthed thanks.
I stood up, putting my diary in my sling bag.

I waved towards the waitress for bill. She handed it to me. I searched for my purse in my bag.

"Here." I hear Prem say.

He handed a black card towards the shooked waitress.

"You have a .. Black card?-"
I was shook.

10 crores per year–

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