Sameera spent her night reading 'motherless daughters' with a drink. Yes she was fond of alcohol she even has a mini bar filled with bottles whiskey, rum, beer, wine, vodka and what not. But today she decided to go with only one glass of whiskey on the rocks. There was no real reason for getting drunk in the lone den of hers.
Death and grief was something she used to escape from her busy chaotic life. Her mother's death had a lot of affect on her she realized the value of love and being loved.
Lately she also convinced herself that it was the only one she wouldn't be getting any soon.
She spent all her nights reading some crime thriller novels or the ones which elaborated the feeling of grief.
People generally try to escape from the emotional pain but here in her case she used it to escape from the reality of her life. She never felt her life was miserable she had a very normal lifestyle like any other student studying hard to attain power enjoying and creating havoc with friends.
But deep down there was a void. A void which was slowly killing her. She had a very happy childhood which eventually resulted her dealing with PTSD after her mother's death.
As she completed reading the book she decided to go for a walk to get some fresh sea breathe.
She was in her night wear cotton shorts and a crop top. Putting on a sweater she found herself walking on the footpath.She had main road on her left and roaring waves on her right.
Yep her dad was rich enough to get her a A class sea facing apartment. She loved water. She felt waves resemble her life. Being carefree and not concerned about anything.
Soon she found a well dressed man almost on the verge of passing out. As she moved towards him she felt something familiar. It was her professor the new one.
She was trying hard to control her laughter as she found her well built so called Mr perfect professor drunk on the footpath about to pass out.
Next morning
♂️Armaan's pov
The rays of sunshine started hitting me. As I opened my eyes I groaned slowly " who pulled the curtains".
Soon I realized that it's not my room. This one was a well furnished one with a king size bed on which I laying wearing a bathrobe. Wait "wtf" I groaned again and I remembered drinking a lot last night.' and now here you are wearing a bathrobe in someone's bedroom' my mind taunted me as I observed the room it was nothing personal in here. It was just like a guest room of some rich house.
As I tried to get up and walk out my head started aching. 'why do I drink this hangover sucks'.
I moved out from the room then it was a hall with a huge balcony, dining table, sofa set table, led tv and what not it was a lavish house.
A lady came out of one of the room holding a glass of some brown liquid. It was her "Sameera" I spoke not more then a whisper. My eyes were wide in shock.
♀️Sameera's pov
As I came out of the kitchen with my tea I found him standing in complete shock. I think he murmured my name slightly.
"Morning proff" I paused as he was still in shock "not a morning person I see"
"How did I ended up here?" He asked in slow voice still in shock.
I couldn't control my sarcasm "by chopper I think" and giggled.
"Could you just throw the sarcasm out and clear things" he asked in an irritated tone with some regret in it.
"Nothing to regret" then with a pause "Actually you should" I said serious tone and kept looking into his deep eyes.
His eyebrows got closer . The situation got tensed up a bit. To lighten it "I found you on the footpath at midnight, you almost passed out"
"Errgh" he groaned
"So me being a pure soul I couldn't convince myself to ignore you laying on the footpath for rest of the night and I bought you in with the help of the guard." I blurted out.
He looked down on the bathrobe around his torso and asked "and my shirt?"
"Man it was too stinky I started feeling nauseous so I sent to the dry cleaners this morning. I didn't have any cloths for your huge body so I wrapped the robe onto you". I gave enough info to clear his all his doubts.
I sat on the sofa having my tea and told him to have a seat. He sat on in front of me holding his head.
"By the way check your phone it rang twice. Once at 02:34am and again at 04:07am." I informed him.
"You were awake whole night?" He asked.
"Hmm I m pretty nocturnal some days"he was amused on listening.
"You drink at early mornings?" He asked
"Yep black tea" I replied
He scanned the house with his eyes.
I interrupted him "yes I am a spoilt rich brat money is the essential thing for survival I don't know why people take these words like golddigger and all so negatively it's an art of survival" I threw my rant before he starts forming some not so good image of me in his head
I continued" your shirt will be back in an hour or so" as I completed my tea I went back to kitchen.
Soon I heard him saying "hey I m taking this shirt from the chair" and rushed to the hall
I snatched the grey shirt from his hand and snapped " not this" and went to my bedroom.
♂️Armaan's pov
She snatched it like I was stealing something . The rage in her eyes was too scary.
What the hell it's just a shirt.
I realized she was wearing shorts and a crop top with hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked like a sweet girl next door any guy would fall for her. 'no armaan she's a student' I mentally scolded myself.
With in few minutes she's back completely dressed in some loose army pants and a sleeveless black high collar top. This time her hair was done perfectly. Back with the sexy sassy Sammy. My mind needs some detox to get her out of my head.
She placed a cup of tea on the books spread on the center table between the sofa set.
"It's a ginger lemon tea would help with the hangover" she said and handed me Advil
Soon we were interrupted by hard knocks on the main door. "I m getting late" she hurried a bit.
"The delivery guy will get your shirt" she was interrupted by the knocks.
"Let me dress Nandu" she shouted. Actually lied. Her boldness is just too much.
'Nandu the guy form the college, is he a boyfriend or what' a sudden wave of jealousy hit me.
"The key is under the door mat outside lock the door before leaving and replace the key from where you took it" she instructed me and grabbed her jacket and left.
She was indeed a hurricane.
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Unbidden Attachment
Romance"No! I can't do this." She utters with the disgust evident in her voice. "Of course sweetie you will. You will make him fall in love with. Make him go crazy about you and on one fine day you will break his heart. Otherwise this little secret will be...
