Bound By Contract

The next chapter will be published ONLY when the target is completed. [ I'm not going to republish this chapter next Sunday to remind you all to vote, I'll only update it when the target is completed, whenever that might be]

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Amayra's Pov

"Good morning," I greet Rudra with a smile as he exits his room.

After last night, when he made me hot chocolate and practically told me not to ignore him, I figured I'd stop torturing him and act normal again.

It's not like I had much of a choice. We're stuck living together for the next year, and the last thing I want is to spend it fighting or ignoring each other like kids. Plus, I've started to understand Rudra a little better. He's rude, yes, but it's not just with me.

I've seen him with his family; his tone is neutral. With his employees, though, it's a different story. The poor souls walk on eggshells around him, and his tone with me depends entirely on his moods. Sometimes, it's sweet, and sometimes, he makes sure I know I don't matter to him at all.

Rudra looks at me, clearly surprised, as he starts the stove to make his morning tea. Meanwhile, I sip my coffee, watching him quietly.

"Good morning," he says, his deep voice breaking the silence. He turns to me, raising an eyebrow. "So, you finally decided to talk to me?"

I grin, leaning back against the chair, "Well, since you practically begged me to talk to you last night," I tease. He turns toward me, his glare sharp but familiar. It's almost routine now, this glaring contest we've somehow turned into our version of normal.

I stared at him, he looked different, more like I was looking at him in a different light, his messed up bed hair, or how his voice sounded even deeper in the morning. My gaze shifts to the beard he's been sporting lately, and I feel a sudden warmth spreading through me.

I quickly look away, taking another sip of my coffee, pretending I'm not affected because I was suddenly feeling hot all over.

"I did not beg," he states firmly, his glare sharpening. I grin, unable to resist riling him up for no reason, just then my phone buzzed and I excused myself to see who it was when Rudra went back to making his tea.

As I glance at Murphy, wagging his tail, I realize it's time for his walk. Finishing my coffee, I grab his leash and kneel down to clip it on. "We're going for a walk," I announce, looking over at Rudra.

"Wait for me, I'm coming too," he says, and I stop, turning towards him shocked. He never took Murphy on a walk since he got here.

"Why?" I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes.

He sighs like he already regrets offering. "It's Sunday. I don't have much to do anyway,"

"Fine," I say slowly, still not entirely convinced. "I'll just chat with Siya while you get ready,"

"But you talked to her last night," he points out, his brow furrowing.

"So?"

"So, what the hell do you two even have to talk about so much?" he asks, looking genuinely confused.

I give him an offended look. "There's plenty to talk about, especially how handsome Virat Kohli is," I say.

His face shifts from amused to annoyed, as he glares at me, "Seriously?"