A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-62 [Blue house]

MYRA'S POV

Saturdays spent in the clinic and in a white coat weren't exactly ideal but toothache didn't check the calendar before coming, it just comes and carries me along it to my cabin.

"Uh..where did the keys go?" I was rumbling through hundreds of useless stuff in my handbag but of course my hand didn't touch that one thing I needed.

My head was ducked down as I climbed up the stairs, trusting my sixth sense to save me, when a strange ruckus coming from the upstairs made me frown.

Lifting my head, I was baffled. My frown deepened and eyes narrowed as I stood still in the middle of the staircase because in front of me, on the first floor Siddharth was pushing broken furniture, wearing an old t-shirt, like a laborer.

A frustrated Mrs. Kapoor stood on the corner, shooting dead glares to her son as if she was a second away from giving up on the stubborn man.

"Siddharth, we have helpers for a reason." Judging by her tone, I could tell she wasn't saying that sentence for the first time.

"It isn't a surprise if I take help-" He stopped mid sentence, the old shabby looking box he was carrying almost slipped off his hands and now both pairs of eyes were on me.

Did I get caught eavesdropping on their
conversation? But it wasn't intentional so..

So, I just mustered up an awkward smile and shrugged my shoulders. "Well, hello.."

"Why are you here?" Siddharth placed the box down on the floor with a light thud, and brought his hands to his hips.

The way his eyes scanned me with an almost scowl; man looked offended at my presence there.

I raised my eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

Mrs. Kapoor sighed and walked towards me, on her way downstairs to the ground floor. As she was crossing my unmoving figure, she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Kuch nahi tumhara pati thoda pagal ho gaya hai.."

"Mummy yaar!.." My paga-uh uh Siddharth whined; ignoring which Mrs. Kapoor took off while muttering something to herself.

"So.." I let my eyes wander from his head, where he had tied a bandana on his forehead, to his toe. "What's going on?"

Siddharth in casuals was a rare sight, a few times I thought this man must also sleep in his suits. Despite all that, I wasn't alien to his relaxed fits but this was on a whole 'nother level.

The man in front of me looked like a young bachelor, barely an adult, trying to move-in in his first apartment.

"You are early."

I almost scoffed at his observation though it sounded more like an accusation.

Placing my hands on either side of my waist, letting my handbag hang around my wrist, I let a sigh out. "Well, apologies for not abiding by the time I predicted randomly, sir."

All I got in return was a tiny pout and a cute man thinking deeply about something while chewing on the insides of his cheeks.

Shaking my head, I crossed the leftover steps to reach the first floor; and placed my handbag on the long table, which was just outside our bedroom, beside the flower vase whose flowers Siddharth was changing regularly nowadays.

"Ok so," I turned my torso to the man. We stood right outside our room which was on the very end of the longest corridor of this floor. "What's actually going on?"