The Pact

#8 Friends?!

A/N: Some beautiful lines by Nicholas Sparks, he's one of my favorite authors, do read any of his books, you're going to wake and eat and drink and sleep and dream with the characters  💑💑

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...Ugh, wait. So whose room is it?
"Hey. What are you doing here? Need something?"
I jumped at the sound and dropped the jeans on the floor, which I must have picked up instinctively before, and turned towards the owner of the voice.

Woah! Guess what, it was Arush.

He stared at me with a question mark etched on his face, in a towel. Yes, he stood in front of me in a towel and he was dripping wet, he must have been taking a bath. When it finally dawned on me that he was asking me something, I suddenly lost my voice and tried to not look at his toned chest and rippling muscles and make a comprehensible answer.

"Uh...well, hey what are you doing here?" I finally managed.
Yes, this is the best a girl can come up with when an extremely hot guy stands in front of her in a towel.

"What?" Arush asked, as if I'd asked him Lucifer's address.

"Yeah ...what are you doing here ? I mean what are you doing here in a room that has got a secret getaway from my closet? Yes?"
I finally managed to shake off my wrecking hormones.

He stood there for a little while with an incredulous look on and then gave a little laugh, and said, "Oh, you came from there. Yeah I know there is that door, well but this is my room."
He finished.

But I wasn't finished.

"What the hell? Why did you put me up in a room, where I sleep soundly believing I'm safe, but actually there is a secret path to come and kill me."
I shouted, I guess it was paranoid-ish. I just couldn't be coherent at the moment.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms that made his muscles to flex. Oh god.

"Oh, please. Firstly, believe me I didn't built this house, so getting that door between these two rooms wasn't exactly my idea. Secondly, the door was kept locked until you came and I got it opened for your safety. Cuz, if anything happened to you, I could reach much faster to you and vice versa."
He concluded.

Well, wow. I did manage to hear him, and not ogle his body. I also realized that I've sort of accused him of killing me in my sleep. Oops.

"So, if the door remained close always, what was my room before? Who lived in there?"
Basically, this was my alternative to an apology. It's too hard for me to say sorry. And that happens when you are a stubborn ass.

He gave a shrug in return, "Why do you wanna know?"

"Uh, just curious."

"Okay, your great aunt did."

"What?" I literally jumped. I didn't expect this.

"Wait. Are you serious? Wasn't she dead the day she came here?"
I asked again. Could this day be any more eventful?

Oh, no. Please make him say that it was a joke.

"Yeah, they were to officially live together from the next day, but that night, she was given the room, you are currently staying in ." He explained with a stoic expression. He stood there like he was telling me what he eats for breakfast.

"So, you are trying to say is..." How could he be so calm?

"Yes, it was in your room, she committed suicide." He finished the sentence for me.