The Right Kind of Wrong

Part 2

I can't help it if I'm helpless
Everytime that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight anymore
Oh I know I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
But baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Baby you're the right kind of wrong

LeAnn Rimes, The Right Kind of Wrong, Coyote Ugly soundtrack.

He stands rooted to his spot as his eyes catch a glimpse of her.

She looks like a vision as she stands in a knee length white bathrobe clinging to her figure and her hair loose as she dries it gently with a small napkin in front of the fireplace.

They had driven for an hour on the stolen bike and were nearly out of fuel when he had spotted a sign of a resort at the next turn and immediately followed it.

The Lovers Paradise, as the resort was called was a comfy little place in the middle of nowhere and it seemed was a favorite among couples for it allowed them a chance to spend time away from everyone.

The manager was gracious in their welcome even though they both looked like drowned cats as they entered the plush lobby soaking wet from the torrential rain that had started once again after their little thievery.

As Ishita shivered standing behind him, he quickly arranged a cottage for them; the rooms having being all booked out. He doesn't know how but he didn't even pause for a moment as he entered his details and signed them in as Mr and Mrs Bhalla in the resort's register and had used the resort's landline to call the roadside assistance service for his car asking them to pick it up from the spot he described as soon as possible and send over a replacement in the meanwhile at the resort mentioning the address.

The manager assured him that he'd inform him when the car arrives and provided him with a set of chargers for his and Ishita's long dead phones.

A concierge asked them to follow him to their cottage.

On the way, as they walked together using an umbrella provided by the resort, he spoke to her softly.

"I hope you didn't mind that I said that you're my wife and we lost the way back at the reception. I don't know this place and I didn't want to book you in a separate cottage. You're here with me as my investor and it's my responsibility to get you back to your home safely."

"It's not a problem Raman don't worry."

She assured him quickly and he was not sure how to process the information. He knew she was married though she didn't give much information about her husband but calling her his wife... the word seemed to roll off his tongue so easily he wondered why it was like the most natural thing in the world for him to do that.

They entered a plush cottage that was beautifully furnished and the concierge quickly lit up the room and started the electric fireplace to heat up the place. A housekeeper arrived within moments and Ishita graciously thanked her for being quick; immediately walking to the bathroom with a towel and one of the bathrobes the girl carried. She placed the rest of the supplies on a small table that was placed besides the door and he thanked the staff for their services, dismissing them with a tip though to his chagrin the notes he carried were soaking wet at the edges though dry thankfully otherwise.

They nodded wordlessly and left him alone in the room.

Moments later he turned around from the fireplace as the sound of a door opening reached his ears. As he was about to speak up, Ishita emerged in a bathrobe drier than before and stole his breath away without sparing a single glance at him.