ENTANGLED HEARTS

Chapter 73

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It's been two days since those chaos happened. And also four months to the wedding of Abhira-Armaan and Ruhi-Rohit.

But nothing changed now. Once a happy Armaan was heartbroken. Ruhi who used to be strong and never ever let anyone broke her heart was heartbroken too.

While Abhira was confused between Armaan and Rohit. She didn't knew what to do. She really was feeling something or other for Armaan. But she would also not like it seeing Rohit with Ruhi.

While Rohit, he was just in a hope. Still his heart has a hope of being again together with Abhira. But unknowingly he was getting closer to Ruhi day by day.

One Night.

Ruhi was standing near the dressing table, drying her hair with a towel. Water droplets slid down her neck as she focused on fixing her hair.

Just then, Rohit entered the room. He got mesmerized seeing her.

She was looking much more beautiful and gorgeous in her night gown. Her beautiful hairs were slightly damp. Her face was glowing as she just took a shower.

He leaned against the door and smirked.

"Kya baat hai, Mrs. Poddar, aaj bade busy lag rahi ho," he teased.

Ruhi rolled her eyes and ignored him, continuing to comb her wet hair.

Rohit walked closer.

"Itni bhi kya jaldi hai? Thoda time apne pati ke liye bhi nikal lo," he said, grinning.

Ruhi turned to him with a glare.

"Mujhe tumse baat nahi karni, Rohit," she said, annoyed.

Rohit chuckled. "Oh, toh ab tum mujhe ignore karogi?"

Ruhi huffed and turned back to the mirror. But before she could continue, Rohit grabbed the comb from her hand.

"Rohit, give it back!" she said, irritated.

He held it high above his head. "Pehle bolo, tum mujhse naraaz nahi ho."

Ruhi crossed her arms.

"Tumse naaraz hone wali mai hoti kon hu!" she snapped.

Ruhi sighed in frustration and turned away from him. She walked to the bed, picked up her book, and started reading, completely ignoring Rohit.

Rohit smirked, watching her act like he wasn't even there. But he wasn't going to give up so easily.

He walked over and, in one swift motion, snatched the book from her hands.

"Rohit!" Ruhi glared at him. "Wapas do!"

Rohit flipped through the pages, pretending to read.

"Hmm... interesting choice, Mrs. Poddar," he teased. "Lekin itni boring kitab padhne ki kya zaroorat jab main yahan hoon?"

Ruhi tried to grab the book, but he moved it out of reach.

"Rohit, mujhe tang mat karo," she said, her voice firm.

Rohit chuckled and sat beside her on the bed, leaning in close.

"Mujhe toh maza aa raha hai," he whispered.

Ruhi shifted away, but Rohit placed a hand on her wrist, stopping her.

"Ruhi, tum mujhse door kyun ja rahi ho?" he asked, his voice softer now.

She avoided his gaze.

"Mujhe neend aa rahi hai," she mumbled, trying to move away again.

But Rohit wasn't letting go so easily. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Sach batao, neend aa rahi hai ya mujhse door bhaag rahi ho?"