𝐅𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐚"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 17

Everybody said,
He was cold as ice

Nobody could see
Him melting every time
He was with her

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The next morning, Dhruv woke up with a stiff back and a cranky attitude, his blanket tangled around his legs. He blinked a few times squinting at the sunlight streaming through the window. His eyes darted toward the bed where Manvi was still sleeping soundly looking all peaceful and innocent.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, stretching his sore muscles. "She's enjoying the bed while I'm stuck on this tiny couch."

He groaned as he tried to sit up rubbing his neck. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that last night's prank had been a total disaster.

"Chota packet bada dhamaka," he muttered, shaking his head while gazing at her still-sleeping form.

With a deep sigh, Dhruv stood up trying to stretch his stiff muscles. As much as he wanted to relax he knew today wasn't going to be any easier. Looking at her one last time before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

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After freshening up, Dhruv walked back into the room with the towel wrapped around his torso clung to his sculpted form, showcasing his impressive six-pack abs and defined chest.

Each drop of water that slid down his body only highlighted the hard work he'd put into staying in shape. A chain with a ring hung loosely around his neck, resting just above his chest giving him a hot look.

With a sigh, Dhruv made his way to the wardrobe opening it in search of his uniform. But instead of finding what he was looking for he was met with different shades of YELLOW shirts hanging their.

His frustration grew as he slammed the wardrobe door shut. "Seriously?? first that disgusting red shirt and now this freaking yellow?" he muttered under his breath. "What does she want me to look like a FREAKING rainbow?"

"This is getting too much " he said while Running a hand through his damp hair and let out a groan. He stood there for a moment staring at those yellow shirts in front of him, as if staring could magically change them into something he could actually wear.

As Dhruv stood there still grumbling to himself about the yellow shirts, he didn't notice Manvi waking up. She slowly blinked her eyes open stretching as she yawned lazily.

But when her eyes landed on Dhruv in TOWEL!! her yawn froze mid-air. Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly turned a deep shade of red. Without thinking she grabbed the pillow and hid her face behind it, trying to shield herself from the unexpected sight.

Dhruv, still lost in his frustration with the yellow shirts, didn't notice Manvi's reaction at first. When he finally turned and saw her hiding behind the pillow his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What happened now?" he said staring at her curiously. He couldn't help but wonder why she was acting so weird in early morning.

"Areyy nange aadmi!!! Wear something!!" Manvi yelled still hiding behind the pillow. Her face was flushed red, not just from the shock of seeing him in just towel, but maybe a little because her mind couldn't ignore the fact that he looked... well Mmm prettyy HOT!!.

"Nange aadmi?" Dhruv repeated, his brow furrowed as he gave her a look of disbelief, clearly questioning her statement.

Manvi, still hiding behind the pillow her chest rising and falling with quick breaths, shot back with a sharp, sarcastic voice, "Nange aadmi ko nanga aadmi hi bola jata hai Mr rathoree" Her words were bold, laced with a defiant sparkle in her eyes, but she made sure to keep herself safely hidden behind the pillow, using it as both a shield and a barrier between them.