"Good Morning" I entered in Harsh's room with morning coffee. He has just taken shower and steps out of the washroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
I turned my back towards him to avoid his naked body.
"I'm...sorry"
"Oh come on Trisha..." he holds my wrist. I was surprised at his actions.
"Harsh...."
"Sshhh" he comes near my neck and rubs his stubbles on my cheek. His hand slowly travels on my waist. My heartbeats were as louder as a speaker.
He keeps the coffee mug on the table and rotates me towards him.
I was nervous. I wanted to feel him.... But I can't.
"Harsh.... Stop it....."
"Why" he kisses on my earlobe.
Suddenly I saw an image in the mirror.
It was Rudra!
Oh no.
I pushed Harsh slightly.
Rudra leaves.
"What's wrong Trisha?" he was shocked.
"Umm.... I'm.... Sorry....." I hugged him abruptly.
I was really sorry about last night. I mean how can I cross the line when he trusts me so much!! How can I be so stupid. How can I kiss Rudra!
After a while, he hugs me back saying, "Relax.... I'm with you"
*
Though I do not wanted to meet Rudra. But of course, I'm his caretaker.
So I entered in his room.
He was smoking like always. And looks at me, pretty awkward.
"Your breakfast" said I keeping the tray near him.
He ignores me and keeps smoking.
"Listen" says he.
I swear it was very awkward to face him after the 'kiss'
"Yes" I turned my face to him.
"Thanks"
"What? For the kiss?" I was confused.
"Kiss?" he questions. "Did we really kissed? I thought it was a bad dream!"
"Bad dream?" I questioned back.
"So you want me to consider it a good dream?" he was being sarcastic.
"Yes....I mean..... No.... Even I dreamt about such stupid things.... Strange no!" I shrugged my hesitation.
Oh okay...... Don't he remembers about the kiss? Like really?
"Umm anyways.......... Why....are you thanking me?" I shrugged.
"For the breakfast what else!!" His tone was rude. And for the first time I was satisfied with his such tone.
*dancing internally* cause he do not remembers.
"Now stop smiling like a fool" he throws a cushion on my face.
I realised I was actually smiling, and so composed myself.
"Are you mad?" I threw the cushion back on his face. His hair ruffles and then settles back on his forehead.
"Less than you" he throws two cushions straight on my face.
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Ms. Detective (I) {under construction}
Mystery / ThrillerIt was all destined, yes it was! This is the story about my first case... Which changed her life. She met him. It seems like their souls knew each other even before they could! When she found HIM! Her SOULMATE. But he has secrets........ "Many s...
