Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 62 - Sweet Interactions

Author's POV

£ Next Morning

The soft, hazy rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer silk curtains, spreading a gentle, golden hue across the entirety of the spacious suite.

Kriya's eyes fluttered open slowly, her consciousness returning with a sluggish jolt.

For a brief, confusing moment, she felt utterly disoriented — the unfamiliar ceiling above, the persistent, comforting scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, and the surprising softness of the plush mattress beneath her.

Then, the events of the previous night flooded her memory, sharp and immediate.

Last night.

Harsh.

Jeet.

Her heartbeat gave a momentary, startled skip, but as she turned her head, her gaze settled firmly on the couch across the room.

Jeet was still lying there, his posture unchanged from when he must have fallen asleep — one arm thrown casually over his forehead, the other resting loosely at his side.

His suit coat was nowhere in sight. Only when she intuitively pulled the thick hotel blanket tighter around her shoulders did she realize the truth — it was his heavy, tailored coat, that had been carefully placed over her, covering her all night.

A complex, unfamiliar emotion stirred deeply in her chest — it wasn't quite gratitude, nor could she define it as comfort, but rather a strange, intense mixture of the two, accompanied by a sudden awareness of his proximity.

She sat up quietly, brushing her long braid over her shoulder, but the very slight creak of the expensive bed caught his attention.

His eyes snapped open instantly, sharp and alert as always, yet they softened perceptibly, almost imperceptibly, upon confirming she was awake.

"You're up!" he murmured, his voice deep, low, and still rough with the remnants of sleep.

He sat up fluidly, running his hand through his hair to fix it, and then, without another preamble, he got to his feet. "Get ready. You have a very important exam to give today."

She blinked at the unexpected thoughtfulness. "You... remembered that?"

"Of course!" he replied casually, shrugging slightly. "I overheard you and your brother discussing your preparations yesterday."

"Umm..." she hesitated, her gaze dropping, and she spoke in a low, hushed tone of embarrassment, "My... clothes..." She was still in the clothes from the previous day.

He stared for a silent moment, confused, but then realization dawned fully, and he looked equally uncomfortable. "Oh. My apologies. I will immediately arrange for someone to bring you some fresh clothes. Please go ahead, and freshen up first."

She nodded slowly, and rose from the bed — his coat still clutched defensively around her body.

She looked at him with a silent, questioning gaze, and understanding her unspoken need for direction, he simply gestured clearly toward the washroom door.

She offered him a very small, appreciative smile, before walking quickly in the indicated direction.

He sighed heavily, picking up his phone, and dialing a number with quiet efficiency.

After a short wait, a gentle knock sounded on the door. He opened it to find a discreet female hotel staff member standing there with a large, covered breakfast trolley and a separate, substantial shopping bag.