Royal's prized possession

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SHAARVIKA'S POV

It has been four days since that sorry incident. Everything is going too well. I totally love it.

We are chatting and talking a lot these days. Now we call each other more than one time in a day and chat whenever we get time.

We developed a different kind of bond between us. Things between us have taken a step ahead. We became more comfortable with each other. There is no ounce of formality left between us.

Which is quite good.

But still apart from everything he never crosses his line, he never makes me uncomfortable. He just knows his boundary and he never crosses it, at least intentionally.

He keeps talking dirty with me in different languages, mainly French and Italian and still thinks that I can't understand it.

His bad.

I should be getting mad but instead I won't lie, I enjoy it. Sometimes his dirty talk makes me wet, only sometimes. And I can't help it, he sounds so sexy when he talks dirty to me in French and Italian with those specific accents.

But apart from all these things I still can't figure out my feelings towards him.

I know that he has some special place in my heart but I don't know why. I know that he is more than just a friend to me but I don't know what.

I don't like him exactly in that way, I haven't reached that point yet. But I do feel something for him. I just don't know what.

At this point, the relation between us sounds like ‘yeh rishta kya kehlata hai?’

So, I finally decided to ignore that and go with the flow.

Currently I am sitting in my office doing nothing but thinking about my relationship with him. It's absolutely not that I don't have any work to do but I can't focus on my work at this point of time.

My period has ended today, that's what I hope and my health is also good now, my fever has been cured in these four days.

My chain of thoughts got broken by my personal phone ringing. I sighed coming out of my thoughts and grabbed my phone from the desk. I looked at the caller's ID and received the call leaning completely on my chair.

“Kya hai.” I asked the person on the line in an angry voice. “Free hai?” The person asked, completely ignoring my anger. “Nahi.” I said, rolling my eyes.

(“What.”)
(“Are you free?”)
(“No.”)

“Tujhe pata hai, mera-”. “Maine bola ki mai free nahi hu.” The person started to rant but I cutted her off in the middle. “Koi nahi. Kam karte-karte sun le.” She replied immediately in a cheerful voice, giggling. I sighed loudly in defeat and said “Bol bhai, bol.”