Threads Of Destiny (Rudra & Naina)

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Naina's pov.

Something has changed. Or maybe I've finally gone crazy and started hallucinating.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rudra asks from the other end of the dining table.

Yeah, he is having breakfast with me. I don't know when he returned home last night. But I know I fell asleep on the couch last night and woke up in the bed, carefully tucked under the sheets. Either I have started sleepwalking or he carried me to the bed and tucked me in.

"Don't you have work today?" I ask.

"I do." He takes a sip from his black coffee. No one can make me drink espresso, not even with a gun to my head. It's bitter. But of course a man like him chugs it down like it's holy water.

"Then why are you still home?" I blurt out without thinking.

He raise his eyebrow with a sly smirk. "I can't be in my own house?"

I clear my throat and look down at my food that is still very much untouched. "You can."

I pick up my spoon and start eating the delicious poha I made this morning when I thought rudra left for his office but then he suddenly appeared in the dining hall almost knocking me off my balance.

And he is eating the poha too but he doesn't know I made it.

"Be ready at seven tonight." Rudra says making me look up from the plate with furrowed eyebrows.

"For what?" Did I forget something? No, I don't think so.

"Dinner reservation." He wipes the corner of his mouth with the table napkin and stands up from his seat. "Just the two of us."

I look at him in confusion. Am I in some alternate universe? You know like in those science fiction movies where one night you go to sleep and the next morning you wake up in a completely different reality.

"Why?" My voice came out breathier.

"You wanted us to spend some time together, so we are going to spend some time together." He looks at his watch and then at me. "I'll pick you up at seven, so be ready."

He then leaves the dining hall. I'm still seated in my chair, spoon held mid air. What the actual hell? Am I like dreaming or something?

I spot my tea cup sitting beside my plate, I dip my pinky finger a little and wince as my skin burns slightly. So, I'm not dreaming.

That day when I asked him to spend time with me I thought I'll have to force him. Not for once did I think he will be the one making the suggestion.

A smile breaks on my face as I suck my pinky finger. It still burns but nothing will dim the hope that's blossoming in my chest.

Last night when he left early I was so freaking disappointed. I was actually enjoying myself before he left me alone. But then again I wasn't alone, was I? I was with my friends whom I have known longer than I know him but even they didn't fill the emptiness I felt after he left. What is happening to me? Am I getting too emotionally dependent on him or something?

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I spent more than one hour in getting ready. First I wasn't sure what to wear so I called Shreya to ask for her input. She told me to dress up like a baddie, her words not mine. Then she came over at the speed of light and spent twenty minutes searching for the perfect dress in my closet.