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"Khwaab to tum ho hi. Haqikat mein badalne ka junoon hai."
She had known him for 14 years, been in love with him for 4 years and dated him for 4 months.
Everything about them has always been ?????...
Sorry for the delay.. and for scaring you all. I didn't mean I'll discontinue the book
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Apeksha's pov Why am I still not dead from embarrassment ?
My body should itself repel to alcohol even if my rompish head demands otherwise.
For someone who drunk-proposed for being friends with benefits and after a forgetful drunk night dreamt of kissing him for a year straight, I shouldn't really be allowed to step in even close to alcohol.
Words might be vague in my memory, hard to recall with my head throbbing like elephants are performing Lavani there, my actions are quite freshly clear.
Damn! I was rubbing against him, literally asking for it.
"Ahhh!" I groan, imploring mother earth to just open up and swallow me.
Left cheeks slightly swollen from pillow marks, hair no less than a mess of bird's nest and eyes still rimmed red, I stare at my reflection. My eyes narrowed, finding nothing like a beautifully woken up princess as the books mentioned. In fact, I look no less than a vagabond.
Clutching the end of his shirt I had on myself, I raised it till just above my breasts. By no means I was fair and I wasn't ashamed of my brown skin either. But I'm far from the perfectly carved woman he's habitual to see around himself.
"Can't you go away," I poke at my tummy roll, only to jump startled with the bang on the door and then his voice rang.
"I would be breaking the door if you're planning to stay cooped inside. You can't get away from me, baby." The octaves in his voice dropped, promising something that I couldn't grasp. "There's no hiding from me. No running away."
I gulped from the parching of my throat, scolding myself for the sudden eruption of excitement surged by his words.
Pulling my shit together, I responded with, "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."
And by a couple of minutes I meant straight an hour. I did my morning business, brushed my teeth from what seemed like the same toothbrush I used last time. But why is he still keeping the used toothbrush in the stand ? I enjoyed the shower cubicle in extra leisure, trying to overlook the inevitable and also waiting for my undies to dry up since I haven't brought extra clothes with myself.
Draped in a fresh shirt and after slipping into the same undies he saw me half naked last night_ shut up! Air-drying it from the hair dryer, I finally stepped out of the bathroom.
The delicious aroma wafting through the kitchen greeted me and my stomach purred in excitement.
Filling in the much needed breath of courage, I plastered a nonchalant look on my face before bouncing inside the kitchen.
