Eshaan Ranawat is an ambitious young man who has climbed ladders of success with his merit and by blandishing the boss Kabir Singhal. Eshaan is manipulative and a smooth talker making him irresistible. He is also dedicated and passionate towards his...
Monica was on the bed propped up on her elbow and reading the fashion magazine. She had legs stretched and her one feet over the other. She clicked her tongue in agitation as she flipped a page. She wanted to concentrate while reading the magazine, but Eshaan was watching some match in full volume. Annoyed, she closed the magazine.
'Deaf idiot.' She cursed slamming the book on the bed. She groaned climbing down the bed. Angrily, she walked out of the room.
Eshaan was engrossed watching the match. An empty glass, a bottle of coke and a bowl of popcorn placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Some pop-corn had spilled down on the table and on the floor. Monica scrunched her nose.
'Eshaan.' She called but he doesn't respond. Monica bit her lower-lip angrily and looked at the TV and then back at him. She placed her palm on her hip.
'Eshaan.' She called louder, this time he looked at her.
Eshaan turned his head and found Monica standing a few distance diagonal to him. She had worn sleeveless loose grey Tee and white cotton boxers. She stood with her hand on her hip and a scowl on her face. He looked briefly at her and then looked back at the screen. Monica felt irritated.
'Lower the volume, Eshaan.' She said but he simply waved his hand. He doesn't even look at her. Monica pressed her lips tightly and folded her arms. Her anger grew. She noticed him distracted and sneaked up to him. He was so busy with the match, his favorite Dhoni was playing after all. Monica bit her smile as she picked up the remote from the sofa.
Eshaan was at the edge of his seat as the bowler was ready for another bowl. Just as he threw the ball at the batsman the TV screen went blank.
'What the-' Eshaan gaped at the screen. He turned around and found Monica standing next to the sofa. She flaunted the remote in her hand.
'What the ****. Monica.' He raised his tone. Monica smirked. Eshaan pressed his lips.
'Give me the remote, Monica.' He gestured with his hand. She shook her head and twisted the remote in her hand.
'Monica.' He said sternly and got up.
'Too bad. I told you to lower the volume, but you didn't and now suffer.' She said clenching the remote tightly.
'You...' - Eshaan took an angry step towards her and she took a step back, - 'give the remote now and I will let you go easily else you will see a side of me that you wished you hadn't seen.' He warned her.
'Meh!' She shrugged. Her reaction enraged him more. He hurried to her and she turned around.
'MONICA.' He screamed as she ran into the dining room. He followed her. She ran behind the dining table and waved the remote in the air.
'Give it to me.' He said annoyed. She stuck out her tongue and kept waving the remote.
'Now, you are dead.' Eshaan fumed and hurried to her, she ran from the other side. He groaned and ran behind her. Monica ran across the living room and was about to dash into Eshaan's room when someone grabbed her hand.
'Ahh.' She winced at Eshaan twisted her wrist harshly. He pulled her, and she fell against his chest.
'Give me the remote.' He said. Monica squeezed her eyes tightly and withered in pain as he twisted her wrist tighter.
'You are hurting me.'
'Remote.' He spoke sternly near her ear. Monica felt tears pricked her eyes and unwillingly she moved her hand and forwarded the remote. Eshaan snatched it from her. Then, he let go of her hand pushing her, and she stumbled front. She turned around and massaged her wrist. Eshaan smiled victoriously. Monica glared at him, he turned and walked away. As he walked away, Monica smirked and opened the fists of her left hand. As she had been hurrying towards the dining table very sneakily she had taken out the batteries.
'****' Eshaan yelled from the living room and Monica's smirk widened. She dashed into his room and opened the window. Just as she threw the batteries Eshaan entered the room.
'Monica, are you mad?' He hurried towards her and looked down from the window. The battery must have now fallen somewhere on the dark pavement. Eshaan clenched the window still tightly and turned to look at Monica. She flipped her hair haughtily. He moved his hand to grab her throat but moved his hand back.
'Argh!' - He groaned, - 'Just get lost.'
Monica smirked. 'Next time don't mess with me, Eshaan Ranawat.' She warned him. Eshaan wanted to say so much and do much but controlled himself. Monica looked coolly at him and then cat-walked out of the room. After she had gone out, Eshaan placed his palms on his hips and closed his eyes tightly. He took deep breathes to control his anger. But when it didn't work, he banged his fist on the wall beside the window pane.
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Later that night, Eshaan sneaked from his room. He walked into the kitchen and took out his phone from his boxer's pocket and switched on the torch. He took out a packet of black color from his other pocket and then stretched his hand. He picked up a glass and added color to it. He added to tap water and was mixing the color when the lights switched on. Eshaan froze.
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Eshaan and Monica
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Hahahaha! Bdw what is Eshaan up to *hmmm* and now what? Did Monica catch him? Guys, I am so excited *_* Are you? And how was the Chapter? Drop your thoughts, please *smiles*
