The bright sun rays made its way through the window, making Mohan to rub his eyes. He yawned and looked around, his eyes formed into a frown, in confusion how he got there. His glance spotted a cup with a saucer on its top and a pill on the table next to the couch. He swallowed the pill and drank the still hot coffee.
He have had a different varieties of coffee before but this one was pure and inevitable. He finally found out. It was pure filter coffee, with enriched aroma which he kept inhaling.
He got up from the couch and strolled into the kitchen. No sign of human. A shadow crossed behind the curtains of the window. He sneaked, careful that a little noise would make the intruder attentive.
He opened the outer door, there was a girl standing on the edge of the pool. Her back is facing towards him. Her long black hair was untied loose, reaching her waist. He touched her shoulder and she jumped in fear and fell in the pool.
She squeaked.
"Shanaya what the - -, what are you doing here?" he asked unsure.
Shanaya's body still recovering from the sudden heart attack she felt. She didn't expect he would wake up this soon in the morning. She swam across the edge. Her dress and hair turned wet.
"Sir last night you asked us to go here. Did you forget?" Shanaya reasoned to her present boss.
She got out of the pool. Her hideous, free sized salwar hugging her curves perfectly.
Mohan couldn't take his eyes off her. His mind wandering to the day he saw her. He wondered whether it was the same girl he criticized of. It couldn't be possible. The girl he met the other day, she wasn't curvy.
She grabbed a towel on the table and started to dry her hair. His eyes still watching her chest and waist curves.
"I forgot I guess" Mohan told her, ran inside and locked himself in a room. Shanaya searched for him. She thought he felt discomfort with her.
Three hours later
Shanaya used the vacuum cleaner to clean the house. She washed the dishes after breakfast. She was snapped by Mohan when she tried to open the black door. There was a sign 'Don't disturb' displayed on the door and she wondered who was inside it. Since breakfast Mohan didn't try to see her face, which stung her heart.
We are the only two in this house. Why isn't he even looking at me? She thought.
She wanted to talk to him. She never wanted this lonely feeling. She decided to talk to him and walked towards the door where he kept himself locked. When she opened the door, her gut dropped and she quickly closed the door. Mohan was standing naked inside the room. He heard the door shut and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He exited the room and saw Shanaya, her cheeks flushed. He realized what had happened back there and smiled to himself.
"Don't act like you have never seen before" he teased her.
She gulped the bile in her throat. He reached near her. Her eyes wandered to his V-line. "I have not even kissed anyone" she turned her face away in embarrassment.
He pulled her face and locked his eyes with hers. "Not even your boyfriend?" he asked, his face in a puzzled expression.
"He wants to kiss me after marriage. He refused when I asked him to kiss me" she explained, she was way too embarrassed by now.
His eyes explored her face. She was pretty than he thought. Her almond shaped eyes would steal his dream. Her lips would fulfill his lifetime hunger.
How in the hell would someone refuse to kiss her? He thought.
"It's embarr-" before she could complete her sentence he pulled her close and started kissing her lips.
Shanaya never experienced something like that before. Her breathing increased, her thighs squeezing to themselves, her skin aroused with goosebumps.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes still closed, her breathing unsteady, her body lingering for his touch again.
"It's not embarrassing" he spoke, making her to open the eyes and look at him.
He pulled her hands in his, "Did you forgive me yet?" he asked and she smiled, nodding her head.
He liked her company and innocence, but deep inside he feared. He feared that the devil inside him would destroy her.
Mamta, the maid was cleaning the kitchen. Shanaya entered the kitchen and started gossiping with her. She came to know that Mamta had been working here since eight years. Shanaya thought it was the right time to dig the mysteries.
"What do you think is inside that black room?" Shanaya asked, her eyes curious for something.
"Shanaya ma, I've not seen that door opened in eight years. Mohan sir keeps the key with him. He won't let anyone inside ma. He will be angry if someone try to open the door" Mamta discussed with her funny accent which made Shanaya to giggle.
"Someone tried. Who?" the curiosity of Shanaya didn't stop.
"His parents" Mamta said while lighting the stove. She said he never wanted his parents to stay with him so they settled in Bangalore.
Shanaya made her way out of kitchen and when she entered the corridor, she saw Mohan making his exit out of the black room with a bottle, it seemed like a glass cleaning lotion to her and locked the door behind him.
After dinner, Shanaya strolled into the guest room. Mohan as usual took his pain killer and slept on the couch. Midnight came, Shanaya woke up and padded her legs slowly to reach the door. She entered the dressing room and searched Mohan's shirt that he was wearing in the morning. She scavenged for the key, but knocked out by disappointment. She couldn't find the key anywhere. She walked to the couch where he was sleeping. Her stature stealthy, scanned the table around for key. Her search didn't improve any progress on her mission.
He turned around in sleep. She hid behind the curtains. When it returned back to eerie silent, she wandered to the corridor, a little intention that he would have left the key on the door itself.
When she found out the key was not in the lock, she was stuck by disappointment for the second time.
"Are you searching for this?" Mohan appeared out of nowhere.
She screamed in fear and saw the key hanging on his finger.
