He Felt Like A Storm ||Wattys2018 ||Wattys2019

Chapter 24. 'Keeping his promise'

Siddharth's POV

The next morning when I wake up, I found her getting dressed. Standing in front of the dressing table. She was busy draping  saree with a beautiful frown marrying her face.

"Good morning" I said now full awake, I woke upto a heartwarming view.

She smiled
"Morning".
And continued struggling with the saree.

How much I wanted this dream to come true- waking up early in the morning to find her beside me.

I was seriously in love with the view.

Early in the morning heard her swore again. This morning couldn't get any better. I love seeing her feisty.

Damn she sound sexy when she curse!

She was looking so pretty. So cute that I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Do need some help?"

She looked at me, thinking for a while then widened her eyes and shook her head.
"NO"
she almost yelled in embarrassment looking down avoiding my gaze.

I laughed realising she must be thinking I would take advantage of the situation and will try to touch her.
And she was right. It would be the best idea to begin my day with.

"I can call Sunidhi, if you want me to she will help you with the saree."

She nodded and made puppy eyes
"Please and tell her to not to say this to anyone."

I nodded and texted Sunidhi right away.

I went inside the bathroom did my morning stuff. Smiling looking at my reflection in the mirror. The reflecting screen of mirror playing her image.

The moment Sunidhi entered our bedroom I left them alone to get her ready.

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nusha's POV

In the morning when I woke up,I was lying on someone else bed. In someone else bedroom.

Reality hit me I was even under someone else's roof. The kid inside me wanted to run back under father's wings.
The grown up in me was nervous yet ready to start a new life.

The feeling was different but it was not as weird as I had anticipated. It was like I have my rights to this place. I belong here.

Calling myself a part was not so strange to hear.

Sitting up straight on the bed I turned my head and saw him sleeping peacefully. He was lying on his stomach, face turned towards me and mouth slightly open.

I smiled looking at him.

Suddenly the urge to touch him came into my heart. The wild strand of hair lining his forehead was tempting me to touch. Leaning my hand forward I was about to touch him when I stopped my hand in their track.

I shooed the thought away, shaking my head I cleared my mind.

I went to the bathroom, did my morning chores and climbed out. He was still sleeping.

I smiled involuntarily.

Wait.

But why?

It was my first Day in my new home, so I decided why not wear a Saree to leave an impression on the guest and everyone. Mentally I had a list prepared to what all I was to do since morning to night.