chapter 4

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Chapter 4

The light gold rays penetrated Reva’s room via curtains; she so slept peacefully like never before. She was as fresh as a rose glowing face and happy one and fit as fiddle. When she woke up rubbing her eyes and streching herself her eyes rested on those orchards. They were colorful. She walked and leaned a bit to get a better look from her window to her surprise what see wwas a Suhaan shirtless with his shorts on, tan skin, toned muscles, sweat beads formed on his forehead and his hair messed up to add the oommpph effect. Her mouth went wide “O” then a cheesy smile, her eyes like potato and suddenly her cheeks turned tomato….its not a salad!! Don’t worry. But tempting to eat, am sure who wouldn’t want to try the handsome hunk….it makes one feel hungry, aint it!!! Ohhh lala was the expression on her face with that naughty twinkle in her eyes.

She couldn’t help but kept staring at him. He was occupied with his tool kit repairing something. There she heard the hammer hitting the nail it seemed he was fixing some wooden part for the orchard back gate. That hit got her back to reality. She turned back but again stood at the window devouring his semi naked body…why was this happening to her…her hormones were bizzare. But she absorbed the sight. She looked further.

The orchard looked colorful with a spread of such warm hues which could lift up anyone’s erratic mood in an instance. There were red, yellow peppers in alternate rows and lettuce and purple cabbage in other rows. It was eye soothing. It struck her suddenly she had to help Granny as the guests were expected. She quickly freshened up; wore a fresh pair of white shorts and bright yellow tee and the caption was pefect “sexy chic” as she was working in the kitchen.

“Morning Granny,” she barged in.

“Morning Reva,” Granny greeted.

She looked around the potatoes were boiled and Granny was peeling them. The tea was boiling on other hob. Granny had to toss her special salad with farm fresh veggies. There Suhaan entered the kitchen with his shirt hanging over his shoulder. No sooner he saw Reva there he felt a little startled. He dint expect her to be there helping grannyin kitchen. She was ogling at him he saw her doing it, suddenly it struck him he was bare, he wore the shirt but buttoning it partially, still a bit of his chest was visible.

“Granny the work is done,” he informed with a grin. Seeing Reva working so smoothly, he was startled or his notion of her being a brat was “questionable???” But he somewhere liked her homely nature then he saw her in tees n shorts. Her sexy appealing long legs, he admired her structure.

Reva served tea in 3 mugs while Granny bought some crackers and buns for them. She was constantly jabbering with granny they were enjoying each other’s company. Suhaan had mellowed down since yesterday. He was stealing glances at her. Her bubbly and chirpy talks lured him. She was winding up the table, when he wanted to ask her something but he held himself.

Suhaan headed for his shower since the guests were expected in some time, he didn’t want to miss them. Reva was busy arranging the fine china. She always loved decorating the home, table choosing the interiors, doing these chores, these simple plesures made her happy. She had an inclination towards interior designing but that too was far fetched dream for her. Her mother was hell bent that she should either join her father’s business or just settled down with a wealthy person that what exactly happned when Akhil entered her life. She was so lost in her thoughts that she could hardly hear the horn of the car. Granny tapped her breaking her mind trip.

A small car entered their premises. Granny rushed to welcome her guests. Kishore, Indu and their 14 year daughter Mansi stepped in greeting Granny. Indu casually hugged Granny and Reva standing behind the door. Indu’s eyes fell on her. She smiled but she had few questions in her mind. Reva smiled back there cutting through all came the little princess “hey Granny” she cooed.

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