HEY FATSO! I LOVE YOU (COMPLETED)✔

CHAPTER 11

I took a quick hot shower; I tied a towel tightly around my figure and come out of the bathroom. I blow dried my hair, all the while thinking of Arham, imagining his face when he sees my surprise.

I go through my wardrobe selecting my best dress for the night, after fifteen minutes I finally found the dress I thought will be perfect.

I wore a black full sleeve top and quickly buttoned it, I wore white pants with it. I applied kohl in my eyes making sure it is perfect. I dabbed my lips with red glossy lip-gloss. I wore my watch in my right wrist and a small pearl earring. I applied generous amount of perfume and slipped into matching black and white flats.

I combed my hair and left it open, my hair isn't too long or too short, it reaches just below my chest, perfect.

For some time, I mentally debated with myself if I have to leave my hair open or tie it, then I remembered Gunjan had mentioned once that men generally like open hair, so I kept it open.

Twenty minutes later I find myself standing in front of a small apartment. I feel my heart beating furiously inside my rip cage. I didn't like this apartment; it is really shady. There is really suffocating standing in a dimly lit corridor. The walls are dirty with few Pan stains and there is smell too, the apartment seems packed.

I held on the tiffin tightly and looked at his front door, I read his name in the wooden nameplate.

I gently caress his name and smile. My fingers trembled as I rang the doorbell. Few minutes later I heard his footsteps and as his footsteps grew louder my heartbeat also grew louder.

Soon the door opens. I gulped feeling very nervous. How will he react? Will he throw me out? Will he scold me?

Arham opens the door, I smile at him nervously. He has opened the door slightly with only half his body visible from behind the door.

He looks haphazard, his eyes swollen and puffy like he had been crying. My doubt gets cleared when I noticed dry tear stains on his cheek, his hair messy. My heart drops seeing his condition.

He looked shocked to see me

'You? what the hell are you doing here?' he asks

'I got you this' I say raising the tiffin that I had got for him; he shakes his head in disbelief. He looks around and grabs my arm and pulls me in.

I look around, his house is extremely small. Everything looks crampy. There is one single bed pressed against the wall in one corner, open kitchen with a small fridge in another corner. A small door leading to the bathroom, a small black leather sofa next to the only window, the window thankfully is big. There is a small TV hung on the wall opposite to the bed. There are clothes lying everywhere and small decorative pieces. I noticed some wine bottle on the kitchen slab.

'What is the meaning of coming here?' he says angrily

'I told you I got you food' I say and walk towards the kitchen, I almost stumble over his office clothes that lay on the floor. I recollect him wearing this in the morning.

'Why have you got food?' he says following me to the kitchen

'Yaar, you ask so many questions.... don't say no, I have made it with my own hands' I say happily

He eyes me suspiciously

'What?' I ask shrugging.

'Have you added something in it?' he asks eyeing me suspiciously. My jaw drops hearing his accusation, does he think I am so pathetic that I will add stuff in his food and why will I? but then why didn't I think of this earlier, I could have added some truth syrup and got all truth out of him.