THE HIDDEN SECRETS[?]

"Huh! What an amazing view." I admired the back of those shirtless broad shoulders which was standing a few feet away from me facing the window for that I couldn't able to see his pretty face.

Man!! he is blessed with well-built body beside his skin is pale as mine. Wait..am I said pale? The only person I know who has pale skin is Mr. Walking stick and what the hell is he doing in my dream?

I sat abruptly on the floor and blinked my eyes several times to get rid of the image which is standing a mere meter away from me but being a stubborn like him, it didn't fade out of my sight that made me huff internally.

Couldn't able to bear his presence beside me, I pinched my arm to protect my soul from this dream but a piercing pain attacked my brain and I covered my mouth immediately to prevent the maniac scream.

I'm not dreaming!!! He is real and is standing an inch away from me without wearing any shirt!!

Does he have any manners?

Unconsciously, I looked down and saw I'm wearing a long sized t-shirt which would fit for two people, I don't think I own these kinds of any t-shirt.

Lap tab... lap tab... lap tab... I heard the pounding sound of my own heartbeat. He is shirtless and here I'm wearing his t-shirt and too far my dismay it's early morning and I would have spent the whole night with him.

What does that mean?!

Hope it's not what I'm thinking. I repeated this as a mantra to myself but who I'm kidding...

"Ahhh!!!" I screamed out of my lungs when my mind played the ugly scenario of me and him cuddling each other and...

"Shut up." He snapped angrily that made my mouth zip immediately.

"You are always bringing trouble." He walked towards me and in a blink of an eye, he pulled the t-shirt through my head and wore it straight away not sparing a single glance.

Hoo... It fitted him correctly.

My cheeks heat with embarrassment when I realised I mistaken him for nothing. I have my shirt on under his t-shirt which I wore yesterday that means nothing happened between us.

Thank God!

"Don't think too much. You were shivering in your sleep so I offered you my t-shirt." Like a gentleman, he answered for my unasked questions.

"Why are you here in my room?" I threw him a hard glare but see this gentleman didn't flinch a bit.

"Look around. Is this look like your room?" He asked nonchalantly.

What the heck is he saying? Please don't tell me I'm in his room but yes I'm not in my room and it seems not to belong to him either. So... Heil... Yeah! He is the reason why I'm here and it's the same room where I found the baby's portrait.

How I ended up here?

Shit!!! A big. big. big. shit!!! I recalled yesterday's incidents and glad that he was there for me but I'm not going to show my appreciation. He is a murderer. Yes! He killed my baby. How can I forget that easily?

"Now tell me why the fuck did you come here?" He grabbed my forearm and made me look into his furious eyes that were burning with the blazer.

"Rakesh said he found the book in this bungalow. So I..."

"This one?" He cut me off in my midst showing a book that exactly looks like mine, I mean the one Rakesh gave me.

"Yes." I nodded my head.

He cursed something under his breath before slamming the book in my open hand. "Don't trust whatever the nonsense people would say." He raked his fingers through his silky hair, his sharp jaw clenched with anger but I'm not in the mood to admire his beauty, am I?