An Inconvenient Flame

Chapter 40

Hi people I hope you'll are doing good.

Today is my birthday 🥳🥳🥳 so thought to give you people an update.

It's a short one...but it's gonna be 🌶️🌶️

Enjoy...

Abhiraj's pov.

I take a deep breath, as I walk towards my bedroom. The guilt is eating me up. She was not familiar with anyone and still had to deal with everything by herself.

My steps falter as I reach the room and see Ishika sitting on the bed, sheets bunched around her waist and book in her hand.

She looks up and focuses back on her book.

"What are you doing up so late? It's already 3 am." I say, unable to  keep my eyes off her exposed cleavage.

She rests her head against the headrest and bring her book infront of her face, blocking my view.

I frown. I unbutton my shirt and discard it in the laundry bag along with my pants.

Abandoning the idea of wearing any trousers, the mattress dips slightly as I settle in beside Ishika, leaving myself just in boxers.

"I asked you something." I glare at the book.

She sneaks a glance from the corner of her eyes and quickly looks back to what she is doing.

" Had to complete this chapter."

"You should sleep, I'll wake you up early in the morning." I say, my voice firmer this time but still she doesn't look at me.

I shift closer to her, the warmth of her body beside me tempting. I grip the edge of the book and tug it lightly, pulling it down from her face. "I'm talking to you."

She stares at me wide eye, "I am busy, why are you irritating me." she snaps.

"Sleep." I say, realizing she's upset.

"I don't want to." she glares at me and try snatching the book. 

I raise my hand higher, holding the book just out of Tinkerbelle's reach. She glares at me, her frustration evident in her furrowed brow and clenched jaw.

"Give it back, Abhiraj!" she demands, her voice sharp with irritation.

I shake my head, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. "You need to sleep, baby. It's late."

Her eyes narrow, and suddenly she lunges forward taking me by surprise.

Her body presses against mine as she climbs onto my lap, determined to reclaim her book. Her fingers grasp at the air, inches away from my hand.

"Stop being so stubborn!" Ishika cries in frustration, her face close to mine as she stretches upward.

I lean back, my arm extended as far as it can go. The warmth of her body against mine is distracting, but I hold firm.

 "I'm doing this for your own good," I insist, though my resolve is wavering.

Ishika's hair brushes against my cheek as she reaches higher, her body pressed flush against my chest. I can feel her heart racing, matching the quickened pace of my own. The air between us feels charged with tension – a mix of her anger and something else I can't quite name.

"Just like you ignored me for my own good." she looks into my eyes, her expression unreadable.

I avoid her eyes, not sure how to reason out my behavior.