Canvas of Destiny

Chapter twenty-seven

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Ishika's POV

The jarring sound of the phone ringing pulls me from the peaceful slumber I was lost in.

I blink my eyes open, finding myself wrapped in a pair of strong arms. Yes, he stayed the night with me.

I gently run my fingers through his messy hair, feeling him instinctively pull me closer, his hands firmly gripping my bare waist.

A shy smile tugs at my lips as memories of last night flood my mind.

The loud shrill of the phone startles me, and with a sigh, I reach for his phone.

Without checking the caller ID, I answer. "Hello?"

"Who the hell is this?" A woman's voice snaps, dripping with attitude.

I frown. "Who the hell are you?"

"Where's Jeet?"

"Sleeping. Peacefully."

"Ishika?"

"Yeah, that would be me."

"Dude, it's Ritika."

And then the line goes dead.

Okay.

What the hell was that?

I turn to look at the man sleeping like a baby. One hand is still around my waist, while the other rests on the pillow as he lies on his stomach.

I grab my top and slip it on before quietly leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom. After finishing my morning routine, I make my way to the kitchen to start breakfast.

I’ve got about half an hour before I need to start getting ready for work.

I may not know how to cook many fancy dishes, but whatever I do make, always turns out perfectly delicious.

I'm contemplating what to make when a pair of veiny arms wrap around my waist from behind, making me flinch.

"You scared me." I lightly slap his hand. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling into it. "You flinch a lot, baby."

"Yeah, sure." I roll my eyes. " So, what do you wanna eat—pasta or garlic bread for breakfast?"

I feel him press a wet kiss on my neck, his voice deep as he murmurs, "I'd rather have you."

My heart races in my chest. "Unless you want to be late, go ahead."

He slowly turns me around, and my eyes meet his, filled with a mixture of desire and love.

Gently, he cups my cheeks, and I lean into his hand, my eyes closing instinctively, wanting to savor his touch.

At this moment, I feel the words lingering on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be released.

I open my eyes, finding him gazing at me, sincerity, admiration, and love shining as clear as crystal.

“I—”

*Knock knock*

Before I could let the words out, there was a knock at the door.

I’d bet my life it’s Ritika.

I sigh deeply. "Go, open the door," I tell him, gently pushing him away.

He looks at me, confused. "Shouldn't you be the one answering?"

I shoot him a quick glance while taking out some fruit from the fridge. "Not when the guest is yours."

"My guest?" He mutters, bewildered, before realization hits. "Shit. Rits."