How Not to Kidnap a Guy

7. 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

HARSH

I woke up to a heavy, suffocating weight pinning me down. I first thought I had died and that was the afterlife. But, nope. It was worse. It was Sharav.

This idiot wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't throw a limb over me. Instead, he'd thrown everything. His arms and legs were sprawled all over me, and his entire torso squished me into the cot like I was a stress ball. His face was smushed right against my chest, snoring like an old tractor.

"Arghh! Sharav, get off of me!" I shouted, my voice cracking a little bit from surprise. Did he wake up? Of course not.

I froze for a moment, trying to figure out what to do, my heart racing for no reason at all. After a few seconds of panicking, I shoved him as hard as I could. He rolled off the cot like a sack of bricks, hitting the floor with a thud. Did he wake up? Of course not.

He kept snoring, sprawled on the floor like nothing had happened.

"Sharav!" I kicked him lightly, still reeling from the sheer absurdity of waking up like this. "You said you wouldn't throw yourself on me! Look at what you've done!"

"Ugh... Ouch, Idiot Jacky, lemme sleep..." he mumbled, his voice as lazy as a Sunday afternoon.

"It's Harsh, not Mr. Jacky, you dumbass! WAKE. UP." I stomped near his side for dramatic effect, but he didn't even flinch.

Instead, he muttered, "Hmm... tea... tea is life..."

That's when inspiration struck. "Sharav, listen, breaking news!" I nudged him hard. "Do you know? They're banning tea in India!"

His eyes shot open so fast that I thought I'd given him a whiplash. "WHAT?" He scrambled to sit up, his sleepy expression wiped clean. "They're banning what?"

I couldn't hold it in anymore and I fell to the floor while laughing. "Haha! They're not banning it, idiot! I just said that to wake you up!"

Sharav blinked, his face shifting between confusion and betrayal before narrowing his eyes at me. Without a word, he stood up and brushed himself off, before lifting me from the floor by my collar. "You ugly rat. Why? Did you not have any other way to wake me up? My heart died in a second! Don't you dare joke about the disappearance of tea!" he sneered at me while holding my shirt.

"Chill dude, I'm the one who should be angry at you!" I said, flicking his dusty hands away from me. "Do you know what you had done? You threw your entire body on me! I woke up buried under you and I had to do so much gymnastics to get you off of me!"

"What?" he asked. "I threw all of my limbs over you?" I nodded. "My torso too?" I nodded again. His face turned red as if he got a thousand slaps and he quickly walked away to the bathroom door without saying a word. But how could I leave it at that? After all, the fun was just beginning.

I followed him near the bathroom and he turned towards me with an angry look on his face. "What the fuck do you want, ugly rat?"

"An apology," I spell it out for him.

"Ugh, fine." He fidgeted with his fingers for a while before muttering under his breath, "Sorry..."

"Huh? I couldn't hear it!"

"Sorry!" He shouted, not even looking at me in the face. He rushed to the bathroom and closed the door with a loud thud. Wow, this is so much fun! Now, I had to wait until he cleaned his dirty paws.

The weather outside was very gloomy as if it was about to drizzle in a few minutes. The trees outside rustled from the gusts of wind. I walked towards the window to close it and outside was a single neem tree whose branches were right on my face. It was a quiet alleyway and not many lived in this motel. It took more than two hours for us to find this place yesterday. Everything looked very dark, so I figured that it must be quite early in the morning.