A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-46 [Gajra]

MYRA'S POV

It completely went off my mind that I was yet to secure the border of my saree to my shoulder. Without thinking anything, I went all in to grab my hair clip.

Due to that fast pace movement, it slipped off. Horror struck me like a hard hammer hit. My skin turned pale, as if embarrassment had sucked all the blood out of me.

Siddharth turned to the opposite direction at lightning speed, sparing me from hitting the rock bottom in this sea of humiliation.

Though his back faced me now, yet his presence didn't really help with the situation. My head spun at the suddenness of the 'accident'.

I caught the fabric before it could move past my chest. Pulsating heat itched every inch of my skin. Already escalated beats of my heart paced even faster.

My eyes clenched, could my situation get any more comical now? My lower lip found itself stuck between my teeths as I arched my back to look for a safety pin in my bag.

I need to arrange my stuff soon.

A shudder ran down my spine as I felt the cold metal against my fingers. My face slightly lost its colour but this time it wasn't because of embarrassment, but remorse.

"Who are you trying to attract huh?" That, unfortunately familiar harsh voice, stung at the back of my mind. I wanted to gag at the memory.

"It's alright." I closed my eyes for a second, keeping my voice as low as possible.

One deep breath in, and I threw the disgusting picture out of my mind with the exhale.

Straightening my back, I hastily secured the border of my saree to my shoulder.

Warm colours floated under my skin once again as I stared at the man standing in front of me.

Crazy how someone could comfort you while being utterly clueless themselves.

I cleared my throat, "Uhh..you can turn around now." My tone came out raw, due to the dried up throat.

I could swear that I felt the air particles charging up when he turned around and our gaze matched.

That freaking awkwardness once again rooted between us. Siddharth rubbed the side of his neck and looked down at the uneven plates of my saree.

I resisted the urge to shuffle my feets nervously. God, I had never felt more stupid than today.

"I can help you with that." He pointed towards my leg before lifting his eyes up. A genuine statement, no trace of mockery.

I blinked my eyes. "You know how to make the plates of a saree?" Shocked would be an understatement for the jerk I felt physically.

He nodded, "I have helped my mother a few times." The image of a younger Siddharth helping his mother to get ready, swelled my heart with warmth and something strange, pride maybe?

A single drop of water slipped from my wet hair and stroked my half bareback, but the gaze of the man in front of me tingled my skin more than those drops of water.

We didn't say a thing but he stepped closer and I knew it was for help. I clenched onto my lower lip to muffle any wavering breath that might come out of my mouth.

My eyes stayed down as I let the fabric loose, which was earlier tucked in my underskirt, and extended it towards Siddharth.

The breaths travelled in and out of my lungs slower and heavier than usual. Someone must have mixed sweet poison in the air.