Another Cinderella story- A Varun Dhawan fanfic

Chapter 13

Varun Dhawan

We ride up the lift in awkward silence.

I can sense her nervousness as she keeps on biting her lips. I wish she stops doing it though as it is awfully distracting me, making my mind race back to the memory of our kiss.

I may have boasted about my Gandhian self control back in foyer but I haven't tested it per se. As you know, most of the time when I take girls into my room, it is with not so pious intentions.

I swipe the keys and hold the door open for her.

"After you"

She hesitates for a moment engaged between her basic fight or flight instinct.

She chooses to fight as she steps in.

Shraddha gapes with open admiration as her eyes dart around the suite. She closes her mouth when she catches me staring at her.

Our bags are brought in by room service and as soon as the guys leave, I begin to tug my shirt off.

"Hey!" she squeals making me jump on my place "What are you doing?" she widens her eyes.

"Taking a shower. Do you mind?" I ask curious to know what did she thought I was supposedly doing?

"Please undress inside the bathroom" she requests averting her light brown eyes.

Whenever she is shy, the pink on her cheeks goes a hue deeper making the Donald duck look rather cute.

I smile inwardly but roll my eyes at her.

Shraddha Kapoor

Once he gets inside the shower I breath a sigh of relief. I can now admire the opulent architecture of this suite without being interrupted by Varun's laser gaze.

All my apprehensions of sharing a room with this rich spoilt brat has been dissolved as this suite is so grand that it can easily fit my entire house in just one corner.

It has one large king size bed which can occupy four obese people on it but I will most certainly be taking the couch to sleep on tonight.

One wall is entirely made of glass from floor to ceiling with breathtaking view of the city.

Wow! I can so easily get used to the extravaganza of the riches. I stand mesmerised pondering down at giant city when I see a reflection on glass of a man behind me.

I spun around starled to see Varun standing close behind wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. The water droplets dribble through his wet hair and fall on his perfectly toned abs. I gulp down and search for my voice

"What?" the word comes out as squeak.

"You know when I said earlier that I have amazing power of self control..I was lying" he says in flat tone. And I can't really tell if he was lying than or is he lying now.

"You have grown on me, Shraddha" his voice is so raspy that it jitters something inside me.

"I have started to find you quite fascinating" he smirks taking a step closer towards me.

"Varun stop! Stop right therree" my voice trembles against my will.

"When you bite your lips, aha!! I want to bite on them harder" he runs his tongue on his lower lip.

I involuntarily take a step backward but I'm blocked by glass wall behind me. He places his sinewy arms on either side of my shoulder engulfing me. The fresh lime scent of his shower gel assault my senses.

"Varun move back right now or..

"Or what?" he leans on me, his body an inch away from mine. I'm not sure if I want to drag him closer or push him away.

"Or..I'll call Karan" I blink rapidly, not sure what else to say.

His face cracks into smile but he doesn't move his arms.

"And what will you say to him? 'Teacher teacher Varun is singing in his towel'" he mimics in kids voice.

"Singing?" I look up at him puzzled. His eyes are lit brightly like naughty kid.

"You haven't seen a full monty, have you?" his eyes brood into mine vividly.

When I'm about to ask what exactly does it mean, he breaks into singing

"Jab se tere naina mere naino se laage re"

He moves away from me to dance, holding his one hand in air while jerking his hip to rhythm

"Tab se deewana hua..aaha..sab se begana hua..aaha..rab bhi deewana lage re"

I suppress a giggle that is a escaping through my lips as he impeccably imitates Ranbir's ridiculous dance steps to this slow song.

While I enjoy watching him, he turns his back to me and in a jiffy spreads his towel wide and starts to sway with it..singing all along..

"Lage re lage re lage nainwa lage re.."

My heart skips a beat when I realise what he is about to do.

He looks back at me and winks.

The moment he drops the towel, I scream and cover my eyes.

Thank goodness I had seen it coming..but there is no noise for a while and I begin to wonder if he has left the room. I split two fingers covering my eyes and peep through it.

There he is, in his boxer shorts, his hands on his hips restraining his laughter.

I let out a huff and uncover my eyes while he holds his tummy rolling down with laughter.

"Ha ha very funny" I say in dignified controlled manner.

He falls on bed on his back coughing up the residual laughter as I watch his bare chest heaving up and down.

When he finally gets hold of himself, he rolls over to one side to face me. He looks so gorgeous lying there half naked that I want to kill him right there right then.

"That was close" he sniggers.

If he continues with his antics, one of us will be dead for sure before this trip ends.

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