Illegally His!!??

III

Meera's POV:

As I picked up the note, I opened my door and stepped into my flat, locking it securely behind me. I placed the note on the center table in my living room before heading to my room, tossing my bag onto the chair as I flopped onto my bed.

The moment I sank into my sheets, exhaustion from the hectic day and the strange encounter at the metro washed over me, and I slowly drifted into sleep.

After a while, I was jolted awake by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Blinking away the drowsiness, I rubbed my eyes and shuffled toward the door.

"Who's there?" I called out, my voice still thick with sleep.

"A package for Meera Luthra," came the reply.

Confused about who might be sending me something, I opened the door to find a delivery man standing there. After signing for the package, I stepped back inside, cradling the box in my arms.

"Who could this be from?" I murmured as I opened the box, revealing a stunning bouquet of fresh flowers tied with a red silk ribbon and accompanied by a card. Setting the flowers aside, I picked up the card and read the neat handwriting inside:

"Thank you for that night, princess."

Frowning at the card, I remembered the note I had found earlier. Rushing back to the center table, I retrieved it and unfolded the paper:

"Finally, I found you, my princess."

"Who could it be?" I wondered aloud, lost in thought just as my phone rang, pulling me back to reality.

I fished my phone out of my pocket, the screen lighting up with "Mom." Taking a deep breath, I swiped to answer, placing the phone to my ear.

"Sweetie, how are you?" Her cheerful tone instantly calmed my nerves.

"I'm fine, Mom. How about you and Dad?" I replied.

"We're good, just missing you. The house feels so empty without you. How are your preparations going?"

"It's going well, Mom. I'll visit soon."

"Yes, please do. Remember, your dad and I are so proud of you and love you always." She reassured me before hanging up.

Setting my phone on the side table, I decided a shower would help clear my mind. "A good shower is just what I need," I whispered, undressing and wrapping a towel around my body as I made my way to the bathroom.

As I turned on the shower, cold water cascaded over me—flowing through my hair, face, and down my chest, soothing my muscles and washing away the tension.

As days turned into weeks, life returned to its monotonous rhythm. I resumed my daily routine of waking up, preparing for classes, attending lectures, studying, and then starting all over again. 

One evening, hurrying back to my apartment after a late-night study session at the library, I quickened my pace. In the distance, I spotted a figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed. As I drew closer, I recognized a familiar face.

"Mystery man," I murmured to myself, taking in his messy hair and those deep, hypnotic brown eyes, dressed casually yet effortlessly charming. A smirk danced on his lips as he said, in a low, husky voice,

"Remember me, princess?"