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Aahana s...
"Agastya, it's fucking Sunday, and I am not going to wake up, so kindly fuck off," I pushed him away.
"But babe, it's my last Sunday here. Don't you wanna spend some time with me?" he asked.
"I have been meeting you every day since the party. We are having lunch together every day. I have helped you pack and shop for the majority of your things, and today is a Sunday—which means a holiday from every fucking duty—so let me sleep," I shouted at him.
He was trying to annoy me and wake me up on a Sunday. I mean, out of all the days, I wake up at 1 on Sundays, but my Mr. I-am-going-away-in-3-days boyfriend is irritating the fuck out of me and waking me up at 11.
"Babe..." he came closer and pecked my lips. "I'll..." peck "...miss..." peck "...you..." peck.
"Don't 'babe' me, okay? I knew telling the family was a wrong idea. Now you won't leave me ever," I complained like a kid.
He slipped inside my blanket and pulled me onto him.
"I'll buy you candies and coffee. Puhleaseeeee help me," he said, kissing my nose.
"Fine. Only for you, I am letting go of my two hours of precious sleep. I'll have to write this down in my favor diary—and that too in bold," I sassed and leaned down to kiss him.
He kissed me back and started playing with my hair.
"I am having second thoughts about the packing. Let's complete your precious sleep," Agastya said.
"Set your mind, bro," I said and got up from him.
"Bro?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Please, babe. 'Bro' is a universal slang. Don't take offense," I said, taking my blanket from him, folding it, and keeping it aside.
Then I picked up my bathrobe and started walking toward the washroom to take a bath—
when an idea struck me.
I turned around and saw Agastya sitting on my bed, typing something on his phone.
"Babe... do you want this?" I said huskily, slowly slipping the shoulder strap of my tank top down.
He immediately got up from the bed—
and I ran straight into the washroom.
I locked the door.
Instantly, there was a knock.
"Babe, open the door. This is not fair," Agastya shouted from the other side.
"We have to do your packing, babe. We don't have time. Which reminds me—can you ask my mom to make my breakfast, please?" I said casually.
"Damn you, cunning hell angel," he replied.
Then silence.
He had left.
I quickly took a shower and got ready.
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