Chapter 6

He slept well that night and woke up to her sleeping on his chest. In the bright light of the sun, her skin was glowing brown, innocent, and tired, unlike the women from the last night. The women from the last night held the eyes of a predator, giving him shivers in the present as well.

"How could you look like this?" He whispered, hesitantly moving his fingers to her cheek.

His touch landed on her supple skin like a feather on the silk and she nuzzled onto his chest, grasping him tighter. It prompted his touch to pull back and his eyes to flutter, warming his eyes at her.

He remained still in his position for a while, just gazing at her as if lost in the warmth of the summer. But swiftly realized he had to get up. It was already 9 am.

He carefully removed himself from the bed, holding her head with a gentle grasp, and placed her on the pillow, covering her with the blanket. His lips closer to her face like the quenched to the water sought to touch hers, hypnotizing him to lean further.

But suddenly his lack of confidence pulled him away from her and to the bathroom, not noticing her sullen eyes to gaze at him to leave. Her lips curved from the happened scenario.

He stood against the mirror, his heart creating a loud rhythm hidden in his chest as he gazed at himself in the mirror.

"What was I about to do?" He questioned, reminiscing about those romance scenes in movies. "It's not a movie. It's real life. Get it together." His eyes fell on the red mark on his neck, the bumping feelings hitting him once again.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom with a washed body as if nothing had happened and swiftly noticed her sleeping figure gone from the bed. She had woken up, but where was she? His head wondered, prompting his feet to scan the house, worriedly.

"Triya!' He called, stopping in the kitchen, his astounded eyes falling on her disturbed face. She was drinking water, standing with her hair messed up, and her free hand on her waist. "What happened?" She questioned, placed the glass of water in the sink, and strode to him.

"I thought you went somewhere." He worded, calming down his rapid heart, as she halted before his eyes. "Where would I go? This is my house. You were shouting as if I ran away or got kidnapped." Replying with a gentle tone, she ruffled his wet hair, inclining closer to his ear. "You should dry them, or you'll catch a cold."

"The hairdryer is there." She pointed to her dressing table and walked off to freshen up. She was right. Why would she run away from her own house, but what if it was his house? Would she have run away after just finding out about his peculiar secret?

A worried tone played itself like continuing music in his head while he chopped vegetables, losing track of time. "You're cooking breakfast?" Her tone suddenly echoed with the numb tone of her feet walking towards him as she rubbed her hair with the towel.

She had just taken a shower. Wet hair and fresh clothes were enlightening her beautiful features. "You didn't have to." She added, halting beside him to see the sizzling omelet in the pan.

"Oh, this looks appetizing." Her applauding words and mesmerized face caused yet another riot inside him, causing him to get shy and flush up. Why was she always saying good things about him? Whatever was she saying was even true? What was she truly thinking?

"What were you thinking?" She raised a surprising question, pulling the stern back into his relaxed body. "Nothing." He simply replied, swaying his eyes away from her seeking look.

"But you looked worried." Adding like honey to the green tea, she grasped him from behind, inhaling the scent of her shampoo in his hair. "Your forehead was all wrinkly." She gently grasped his forehead, slowly massaging it.

Her soft fingers, rubbing his forehead, also rubbed him into the comfort of her arms, controlling the actions of his hands to stop. "Are you worried about something?" Persistent as ever, she asked.

"No. I just didn't want the omelet to burn." He answered in whispers, relieving and astounding her at the same time. "Simple things like this get you so worried?" She turned him around, grasping his face in her hands.

He nodded, shy as ever, and got under the sight of her eyes, quickly turning around as he stuttered, "it will burn. Go sit there. I'll bring it to you." Flipping the omelet on the pan, he gave her a soft push to the living room.

"Are you sure? You don't want my help?" Looking back as he pushed him, she questioned, watching him shake his head.

The calm morning slowly passed like the sun slowly rising up on everyone's head. It was shining through the glass door of her second-floor apartment, dazzling on his skin.

He had fallen tired of the busy television playing before his eyes, sleeping on the rug, his head on the couch. She was sitting behind his head, under the soft blanket, reading the description of a knife for sale.

"Karan." She called his name, trying to show him how beautiful the knife was, but received no answer. She called his name again, her eyes falling on his sleeping eyes when she again received no answer.

At the sight of his pure innocence, she could not call her rising hand back and it slowly landed on his supple skin. Her eyes caressed his skin along with her slithering fingers abruptly, noticing a red spot on his neck.

She wondered with squinting eyes and slowly got up, sitting by his sleeping figure. She scanned it thoroughly, pulling his sweater down a bit, and realized it was her own doing.

Her fingers grazed through the mark, a smile forming on her face, relishing her ownership as her heart thumped inside her chest. However, her moment was disrupted as his eyes fell open.

Astonished at the closeness of her face, he sunk back, pulling his sweater back to cover the mark. "Why are you hiding this from me? Wasn't I the one who made it?" Her question loomed over his head as her eyes inclined closer to his burning face.

He had never known what to answer to her question and at that moment he was facing the same issue. He shut his eyes as he felt her lips moving closer to his, his hands grasping onto the rug to find some comfort.

He was expecting her lips to eventually meet his like an answer meets the question. Instead, she slowly pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it over his body, prompting a sense of worry in his head as his eyes fell open to the act.

"You really don't worry about catching a cold." She whispered, not realizing that he had just started to worry about not getting kissed.

"Can you come with me tomorrow after college?" She questioned, getting up. "To where?" He answered with a question, feeling her lie behind him on the couch. "I want to visit this new cafe. It seems to be getting popular lately." Her words slithered as her fingers slid into his hair, softly rubbing them.

"Don't you want to take Prisha with you?" He tilted his head back, noticing she lay without any blanket over her body. He was wondering why she wanted him to accompany him when she had a friend already and why she gave him her blanket and she herself was sleeping in the cold.

"No. I want you to go with me." Her answer came direct and positive, making him turn his head back to the television. "Now, sleep. You seem tired." Adding, she turned off the television, making him wonder more about her actions.

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