Clean Bowled

Chapter 53

*Aslesha*

I close my eyes shut, praying that ye jo maine aawaz pehchaani hai vo Viraj ki na ho.

And deep deep deep inside I pray ke ye aawaz ussi ki ho.

I lift my face to look at him and he freezes.

Viraj.

Standing in front of me in all his glory is, none other than, Viraj Singhania. Not Singhania now. Sachdev.

His blue eyes go wide and I'm sure that my eyes are almost going to pop out of the sockets and that my jaw has hit the floor.

It's really him. He's back. Here out of all places.

I stand up somehow, praying that my feet don't give up on me again.

Legs, apna kaam karo! Make me stand properly.

Suddenly the pepper spray bottle falls out of my bag and I quickly pick it up.

"Shit!" I mutter.

After five damn years, I look like a psycho in front of him whereas him.. oh good lord in heaven.

He was handsome and cute and perfect before but this is pehle ka double. Double the handsomeness, double the gorgeousness, double the fitness and triple the hotness.

So strong jaws are my weak point still, but now his squared jaw has a slight scruff on it which is like cherry on top. It makes him look more rugged and manly and sexy.

I hope I'm not literally drooling.

His clear blue eyes look surprised and shocked but suddenly they turn a shade darker and his face turns emotionless.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?" he asks sharply like it's my fault. He freaking called me here.

My vocal chords stop working.

Bol Aslesha. Don't make a fool of yourself. Girr gayi pehle vo kam tha jo ab tu gungi bhi ho gayi uske saamne.

Ok dear body of mine, please co-operate.

"Vo mai.. Mai vo.." I stutter and he rolls his eyes in frustration.

Fucking hell!

"Sir ye.. Naam kya bataya tumne apna?" suddenly that lady from before comes in the room and I jump in surprise.

Did I mention his muscles? He looks like he just had a shower because his hair is still damp and the buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned on the top. He's become muscular. The shirt he's wearing is nicely fit on his skin, a little too nicely, showing off his lean yet muscular built.

Please shirt utaaro.

Fuck this shit! Shut up hormones. Shut up mind. Shut up everything.

"Aslesha Mathur" I say looking down. If I keep looking at him, I'll keep having such unholy thoughts.

"Ha Aslesha. Vo jo aapne chef ke liye bola tha na... Vo" that lady says and I'm thankful that she explained it to him.

Warna isse lagta ke mai khud aa gayi hu.

Wait a minute.. So this means he liked my food. He liked my food! Oh my god why does this make me so happy?

"We don't need a chef. You can leave" he suddenly says and it's like he has slapped me on my face. He turns away when I look at him and opens his cupboard.