Unwritten Chords

Chapter 19: She and her spice.

Author's POV

After a few moments, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and straightened the bike.

"Let's go," he said, gesturing with a nod for her to sit behind him.

"I'm not sitting behind you," she stated firmly, crossing her arms.

"You think you have any other option?" he smirked, revving the engine lightly.

"I said I'm not sitting behind you!" Her voice carried more defiance this time.

"Be a good girl and sit. I promise, I won't bite."

"How can I trust you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Good question," he mused, trying not to grin ,though he was seriously considering it.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Stop playing around!"

"You know," he started, leaning slightly on the handle bars toward her, "girls die to talk to me... to be, you know... close to me."

"I'm not here to hear about your body count," she snapped.

He chuckled, "Feisty. Okay, fine. I'll be a good boy."

He paused before mumbling to himself with a sly grin, "I am a good boy."

He took off his helmet, his ruffled hair falling into place as his sage green eyes glinted sharply under the dim light. Stretching the helmet toward her, he said, "Take this."

She looked at him skeptically, crossing her arms. "You don't want it?"

"I'm fine. I don't have a spare right now," he replied nonchalantly.

"The driver should wear it," she countered, raising a brow.

"I'm not going to rash drive. I trust myself."

"I don't trust you," she shot back without hesitation.

"Exactly why you need to wear it," he said, his voice firm as he gently pushed the helmet closer to her.

She reluctantly took the helmet, fumbling with the strap as she struggled to adjust it.

"Here, let me," he said, Without warning, he tugged her toward him by the helmet she had barely managed to put on.

"Hey! You can't pull me like that. What if my head hurts?" she protested, her voice muffled inside the helmet.

"You have one?" he quipped with a smirk.

"Kutta!" she shot back.(Dog!)

"A dog? Seriously? You can do better than that," he teased, clearly unfazed.

Her eyes narrowed. How did he know what 'kutta' meant? She didn’t let her surprise show, though.

"Don’t worry, Princess," he said, leaning closer, his tone low and mischievous. His sage green eyes locking with her honey brown ones which were now framed by the helmet "Next time, I’ll pull you by your waist."

Her breath hitched slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Then be ready to hear more curses," she snapped.

"In Hindi?" he asked, his hands brushing her neck as he fixed the strap.

The brief contact sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, though she knew he didn’t mean it.

"Why? You planning to learn them for me?" she countered.

"You want me to?" His voice carried that teasing edge again.

"I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you," she said, rolling her eyes.