He was drying her with the towel, and instead of feeling warm and dry, she was shivering even more. He gently patted her hair dry, before sliding the towel down her back, bringing her chin forward to rest on his shoulder as he worked on drying her. She was trying hard to ignore the jitters, the butterflies, the erratic beating of her heart that she was certain he could hear too.
Mahima gently rested her hands on his biceps as he continued to dry her. She knew that he wasn't drying her because this was the quickest or most efficient way to be dry, but rather, this was his way of being romantic... and just that thought, made her blush.
"Turn around," he whispered to her.
The tone in which he said those words made her stomach roll around, performing somersaults. It was deep, husky, yet loving. She couldn't even explain what that combination did to her.
She turned around slowly and he held her arm as he wrapped the towel around her and rested his chin on her shoulder this time.
Aditya started to dry her from behind and he wrapped his arm around her stomach, where her wet top was clinging to her body. He rested his hand flat against her stomach and moved the towel down from her neck, down her chest, where he paused for a moment. She was trying hard to breathe normally, and she knew he could feel it because of how quickly her chest was heaving up and down. Then he moved lower and finished drying her off.
It wasn't a good job. It was very inefficient. Her clothes were still wet and stuck to her. The only way to get completely dry was to get changed.
"Now you can change," he told her and went to the wardrobe at the corner of the room to get some clothes.
It was a small and dusty wardrobe, but they both managed to fit the few clothes that they had in there.
"Aren't we supposed to be keeping watch?" she asked, trying to divert her attention from what just happened.
If she continued to think about what was going on, then she knew for sure that she might collapse on the floor from how badly her body was burning right now.
"Don't worry," Aditya said. "Nobody will come."
"We thought that last time too," Mahima pointed out.
"Yes, you're right," he said, and then turned to smile at her.
When she saw the way he was smiling at her, her heart felt like it melted into a puddle. She looked down, embarrassed. Why was he looking at her like that?
"What?" she asked, feeling self-conscious.
"Get changed," he answered, and took a pair of shorts and a dry t-shirt for himself, before leaving the room for her to get dressed.
Mahima quickly got changed and ran outside to the front of the cabin, where Aditya was already ready, with a gun by his side. She didn't want to spend too much time away from him. The thought of losing him was already eating her up inside.
She took a seat next to him and he extended his arm out so she could lean into him. Resting her head on his shoulder, they watched the waves ripple through the lake together.
"It looks so calm," she murmured.
"It does," Aditya agreed.
"Why can't we be as calm as the lake? Why do we have to always be so... so..." she said, struggling to find the right words to say.
"So agitated?" Aditya completed.
"Yes, so agitated. We rush to do the next thing. We never really enjoy... we never sit back, we never think. Why can't we just let things be? Even the waves feel pressure, but the waves go through the water, without the agitation. You can sense it. It just flows. It's so natural," Mahima finished.

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Terrorized By Love [ON HOLD]
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