❝The only kind of love I want is one where even if it is just for a short moment, it feels like I have lived a lifetime in that moment with that person. ❞ - Jhanvi Raichand.
**You CANNOT read this as standalone. Read Dare to Be before reading this...
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2.41 Through The Looking Glass
After my morning workout and a quick shower, I step out of the attached bathroom into my room. Just as I reach the dresser and pick up the comb, the door to my room flings open. My eyes flicker to the unknown girl's reflection in the mirror. Seeing me, she groans, "Not again."
Confused, I turn to face her raising a brow to question her. "Excuse me, who are you?"
She rhetorically questions, "Why do all the hallways look alike?"
"Uh, I'll be sure to convey your complaints to my dead ancestors." I cheekily comment, only for her to roll her eyes. Getting serious, I ask. "Can I help you with anything?" But, let's face it. Serious is not a good look on me. I can't help the comment that slips afterwards, "Or are you enjoying the view?"
At the mention, her eyes - probably for the first time since she entered my room - travel down my torso for a second, judging, before they meet my gaze again. She casually brushes it aside; it's difficult to determine if I should take her actions offensively or be intrigued about who she is that she is least affected and not even curious about the scars.
I ask unknowingly taking a step in her direction since she seems determined to not humor me. "Who are you?"
She crosses her arms across her chest, "First answer, yes, you can help me by telling me where Aarush bhai is." She nods towards my half naked body, "Second, I've seen better. And, third..."
Okay, I do take offense on that account. How old is she? Is she even 18? And yet she claims to have seen better? She is not even fawning, let alone ogling. How many chances could a girl her age have had to see half-naked men that she can claim that?
And yet, the confidence with which she says that paired with nonchalance tells me I should probably take her word for it. Unless she has mastered the art of lying.
Before she can finish, a guy looking her age rushes in crashing into her back and places his hands on her shoulders to steady both of them. "Siya, did you find him?"
She turns to him with a scowl, "Damn it, Ishaan. Why do you always have to interrupt me when I get to my third point?"
"What?" He replies at first in confusion before looking between the two of us and deeming her scowl harmless. Fighting a snicker, he comments, "Only you constantly find yourself in these situations."
Catching on that he is talking about my lack of clothes, I walk over to my bed to pick up my shirt that I had laid out there before going to shower.
So... maybe she has bumped into half-naked guys before. If she is lying, then she is only partly lying. That's some assurance, but not really. It only makes me curious as to who she is and why she is roaming around the palace as if it's her own home.
