MY AVERAGE LIFE

Part 42

Shivani Pov: 

Even though Sharath said that I could get off early, I stayed and did my work. I finished it quickly and went home, got fresh up, and made hot chocolate to enjoy while reading. I was about to enter the balcony with my tab and hot chocolate when I saw Sharath's car downstairs from the window. 

Didn't he say he had some business and would call me after finishing it? What is he doing there? Did he finish his business? Wait, did he call me? I thought and checked my phone; no missed calls, no messages. I waited for two minutes for his call, and when I felt he was not going to call me, I called him. His voice sounded off, so I called him upstairs. As soon as I opened, I asked him, "I didn't tell you flat no." I thought he would call me again for flat no, but no. "I know from your resume," he said as usual, but something felt off. 

"Stalking is a bad habit," I said to tease him and distract him from whatever made him feel low. "Okay, next time I will not let you know." I shook my head. "Come in." "I was waiting forever for it." I rolled my eyes, letting him in. Once he came in, he started scanning, yes, scanning the house. "Have a seat. Do you like to have hot chocolate?" "Sure," I went and got another cup and handed it to him. "So, what were you doing?" "Nothing just prepared hot chocolate." "How did you know I was downstairs?" "I saw your car from the window," I said, pointing at the window while enjoying hot chocolate.

 "Th-" "Relax and enjoy the chocolate; we can talk later; do you listen to old songs?" I asked, going through YouTube on TV, and he nodded his head. I played old songs (i.e., not too old 2000s songs). We sat in silence, enjoying each other's company and hot chocolate. It felt good, no great actually. After we completed enjoying hot chocolate, I took a cup from him and went into the kitchen to wash dishes, all the while he was just staring at me.

 "Sharath, look at the TV, and if you are bored by songs, the remote is right next to you. See whatever you want," I said, doing dish. "I am seeing what I want," he said, still staring at me. Oh god, why is he such a flirt? I seriously can't win him. I quickly finished my dishes and sat beside Sharath. He turned towards me and said, "Why aren't you asking anything?" I signed and turned towards him. "Are you ready to tell me?" "Why are you like this?" He asked, leaning into the sofa sideways and placing his head on his hand."I am like, this is only any problem?" I asked, copying his action.

 He chuckled looking at me, and again the sadness covered his happiness. "Can I hug you?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I opened my arms for him, but I didn't expect him to jump on me. I fell back on the sofa with Sharath on top of me. It was uncomfortable because we both lay down in a sitting position, so we adjusted the position in such a way that we were cuddling each other while Sharath hid his face into my neck and our legs were tangled. 

I never thought I would get this comfortable with someone that it feels like a natural thing to happen. I started playing with his hair with one hand while the other hand was hugging his neck. "Are you okay?" "Now I am okay," he said, hugging me tightly if it is possible. "what happened?" I asked even though I didn't want to pressure him; I knew he wanted me to ask him. He signed in my neck, sending me goosebumps. 

To be honest, I am very sensitive to light touch, but now I need to concentrate on Sharath. He started telling me what happened. I was shocked to hear that he made his mother's company bankrupt just because she would try to separate us, which is an understatement. And when he told me about how his mother spoke, I thought she deserved it. How dare she call him? Bastarad I didn't even feel hurt when she said sorry and tried to say b*tch to me, but she shouldn't talk about her son like this.

 I honestly don't know what to feel about all the things Sharath did for me, but I know one thing: he cares and likes me a lot to stand up against his mother when he didn't stand up for himself against her. I don't know if I should think like that at this moment or not, but I feel lucky that he likes me. "I am sorry because of me that women are calling you names; I will make sure she will ne--." "I like you," I said, stopping his sorry section, which obviously was not needed.