Chapter 9

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Athira's Pov.

My head hurt like it was about to split into a million pieces.

My eyes protesting even the faintest glimmer of light seeping through the curtains. I squeezed them shut and let out a groan, trying to stave off the splitting ache pounding through my skull.

Every part of me hurt.

My mouth felt like sandpaper, my throat dry, and... was I wearing silk?

Frowning, I shifted, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin.

My eyes snapped open.

Silk?

I jerked upright, blinking in horror as I looked down. I was in a satin robe, loosely tied, barely covering me. My heart lurched, racing as I tried to wrap my mind around the scene.

What. The. Hell. Happened?

I squeezed my temples, trying to force fragments of memory together, but it was all a damn fog.

Panic crept up my spine as I scanned the unfamiliar room.

It didn't look like my bedroom. I pressed a hand to my forehead, feeling the headache sink deeper as I realized how screwed I was.

A sound snapped me out of my daze, and I glanced up, eyes narrowing as the bathroom door clicked open.

What is going on here?!

Oh lord all mighty help me!

I clenched the robes that were bunching around my thighs tightly as I saw a man...

No way!
No. Freaking. Way!

Reyansh Sehgal?

He strolled out, droplets of water tracing down his chest, a white towel slung sinfully low around his hips.

My stomach twisted as I took in the defined muscles, the dark, damp hair falling over his face.

He looked like he'd just strolled out of a damn magazine shoot, annoyingly perfect. My jaw clenched.

Of all the people in the world... him?

"What the—what the actual hell?" I blurted, the words tumbling out with more bite than I'd planned. My voice was raw with confusion and anger, and I didn't care.

"What are you doing here?"

He glanced over, completely unbothered, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Good morning to you, too."

Good morning.
This guy.

I clutched the sheets tighter around me, swallowing my irritation.

"Good morning? You've got to be kidding me. You're here... in a towel, half-naked... and I'm here, in... in this..." I looked down at the robe, which suddenly felt ten times more revealing. "Oh, god." I ran my hands over my face, feeling the heat spread as I tried to process.

"What the hell happened?"

He shrugged, his expression annoyingly calm, like he was amused watching me unravel.

"What do you think happened?"

That did it.

I shot him a glare.

"I don't know, you bastard! And maybe if you'd drop the smug act for one damn second, you'd explain it to me."

But Reyansh just raised a brow, an infuriatingly slow smirk tugging at his mouth.

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