Chapter 41

Both of them made their way inside with him telling her some emabaressing things she did and totally leaving the pecking part out.

Sameera sat on the big luxurious sofa and sighed.

"I'm tired."

"You slept for 17 hours and you're still tired?"

"17 hours?! Are you serious?"

She asked widening her eyes.

"Yes I am. Yesterday I brought you here at 11 p.m. Then called Maaya, changed your clothes, tucked you to the bed. It took one hour. After that you slept at 12:00. And it's 5:p.m. of the other day. So you slept for 17 hours."

She nodded and then shrieked looking at her clothes

"You changed my clothes?!"

"No! Absolutely not. I just gave them to you and you yourself changed."

He exclaimed and she sighed.

"That's a relief. By the way whose house is this? It's so nice."

She asked looking around and choked when he said

"Mine. It's mine."

"Yours? Are you joking?"

She asked with disbelief clearly written on her face.

"No. It's really mine. I told you that I lived in Mumbai right? I met Shrey four years ago when he was eighteen and was repeating his 12th class. As he was an adult he left his home and he also lived here. Then he wanted to move to Hyderabad for his higher studies and I also tagged along with him. I only pay his fees by renting this thing to visitors. Why do you think it's so clean?"

He said with a straight face and she gasped.

"God old man. This is the financial capital of India and you are the owner of a big nice bunglow in this city. How much is it's cost?"

She asked and he smirked.

"About 15 crores."

"Fifteen crores???!!!!!"

She gasped and pretended to be dead. Then once again got up and asked

"How do you own this bunglow. Aren't you-"

"I'm a living citizen of the Republic of India with all the documents which are real. But they are fake. You got that? And you ask many questions so just shut up now."

She plopped back on the luxurious and comfortable sofa and sighed.

Shrithik shook his head muttering a 'drama queen' and did the same.

She turned her head towards him and said

"Will you marry me?"

Immediately he choked. What the hell has happened to her? Yesterday she technically asked him to be her boyfriend and today she wants to marry him? Even if it is a joke, he cannot bear it.

He coughed continuously and she rubbed his back.

"What happened? I was just kidding, you know. If I would have married you then I also would have been the owner of this property. Then I would have divorced you, demanding an allimony of this house."

She mumbled and looked down.

He started laughing, effectively covering his embarrassment.

"That was so like you. If I would have been you, I definitely would have done the same."

Rubbing her neck, she spoke

"Hey old man. I want to bath. Now that you have told me I have been sleeping for 17 hours I feel dirty. Can you please drop me off to the Singhal's mansion?"

"It's at the front of my house. You can go yourself."

He deadpanned and she gasped.

"Front? You mean directly at front? Just in front?"

"Yes sweetheart. Go now."

He said and pulled her up. But she sat down.

"No! It will feel so awkward that I can go to your house but not theirs which is just in front of yours. It's so..... it's so...-"

"It's nothing. Nobody is at their house. Today's the final wedding and everyone is at a marriage garden. So nobody is there except a maid. And there is just one maid."

He said and she nodded.

"O......kay. So I'll.....go then."

She said and he sighed. She was not wanting to go but he said that she can go herself so she is not saying that she doesn't want to go. She's a real complicated piece of ass. If it was not for him thinking just the way she does, there was no way in the hell he could even get an idea of what she thinks.

"You are a trouble Sameera. Tsk."

He said and started going out of the house.

Her confused self made a confused expression.

"What? And where are you going?"

"Where else? To bring you clothes. Go bath in any bathroom you want."

He said turning around and before she could reply he was out of her sight.

She smiled for a long time and then squealed and started jumping.

"He's so sweet."

Hoping she made her way upstairs where she found that there were 8 big bedrooms and 10 bathrooms.

She took the one in the room in which she previously was as that was the best. It was the largest with a bathtub.

There was just one packed toothbrush and a packet of toothpaste which was just going to get finished. Without wasting time she took the brush and brushed her teeth. And then bathed with warm water. And at last with cold water. It was her thing to bath with cold water after she has bathed with hot water.

Wrapping the towel around herself she peeked from the bathroom door to find that her whole backpack was kept there on the bed.

"What was the need for the whole bag? That guy is on a whole new level."

Making her way to the bag she opened it and saw her undergarments at top. Now she couldn't control her laugh.

She was damn sure that he would have opened it and when he would have saw her undergarments he would have blushed like crazy. He was the funniest person ever on the Earth.

Wearing her clothes she started looking for a moisturizer. Looking around she saw the cupboard and opened it. It could have something in it.

But instead of moisturizer she saw t-shirts and lowers. And there was the one that she liked.

Running out of the room and hanging on the railing she yelled

"Old Man! Old Man!"

"What?" He yelled back from his study. She made a confused face. What was he doing there? But leaving the questions she asked the thing which she wanted to ask.

"Can I take you tshirt?"

And almost immediately he ran out of the room. Possessive of tshirts?

"Which one?"

"That black and blue tie dye one. Please?"

"Why not. I don't like it anyway."

He said and she grinned.

"Thanks."

"Wait!"

He yelled and she rolled her eyes.

"What now?"

"Are you sure you want it? There's my name written on it. In big bold letters. Are-"

"Of course I want it. I wanna show it off to my friends. Got it?"

And without hearing anything she went inside the room and changed into the t-shirt.

She has read many stories where the girl wears the guy's jersey. And she too wanted to do that. Afterall she had weird things in her bucket list. And whose name was better than his? Whose? Nobody's.

He was reading a newspaper when he saw her coming towards her. He was really not getting why she even thought she was not beautiful enough. None of her friends had such defined features as her.

And that tshirt. He could die from how giddy he was feeling. His name was written in big white letters and that part was coming at the front. He couldn't help but feel that it just confirmed she was his. In a cricket match when someone wears an Indian jersey it means that they belong to India. He couldn't help bhut think that anybody who will see her will definitely think that she is wearing her boyfriend's t-shirt.

Truth to be told he totally forgot that he liked her the day he came to the conclusion. Nothing was new to him. So he would have felt the same seven days ago when he was unaware of the fact.

Sameera saw him reading the newspaper. He lifted his eyes and looked at her and then.... started reading the newspaper again?

Didn't he feel something? Happiness or anything? She clenched her jaw. Her case was totally hopeless. If he continues to not provide her with any reaction then they will always stay friends and nothing will happen between them.

"I'm hungry."

She announced and sat beside him.

"There's some cooked rice left from the morning and I'm out of groceries here. Should we go out to eat?"

He asked and she thought for a minute. And then refused.

"Let me check once."

Saying this she went into the kitchen and checked the amount of rice.

"It's enough for both of us."

"I'll not eat plain white rice. I'm telling you it tastes very -"

"Can you bring some curd?"

She said cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Curd?"

He asked and she nodded.

"Yes, curd. Can you bring that? Half kg curd."

"Uh......sure. Wait for 10 minutes."

He said and left. After 10 minutes he came back and handed her the curd.

"Thanks. Now wait for just 20 minutes and you'll get to eat the most delicious thing you've ever eaten."

She sometimes talks to him like he is a child! And then when he actually starts acting childish she scolds him.

"Can I sit here? I'm getting bored. There isn't even a TV connection."

He asked awkwardly and she laughed.

"Sure you can. And stop this thing."

She said and he looked at her confused.

"What thing?"

"You get awkward suddenly and don't even blink on something in which you should get shy."

She said and he nodded, without blinking an eye.

Getting a stool he sat on it and watched as she poured the curd in a bowl. A strand of her hair tickeled her so she opened her hair and then started tying them into a bun.

He saw her and his breath hitched. She was looking goddamn gorgeous. She licked her lips and he muttered

"Don't do like that."

Upon hearing his low and deep strained voice she turned towards him. Her lips parted when she saw him.

He was gripping the counter tightly and his pupils were dailated. His breathing was heavy and he was staring at her with a serious expression.

She bit her lip looking at him and he once again muttered

"Don't fucking do that, Sweetheart."

Something in her pushed her towards him. She seductively walked towards him, staring deeply into his eyes.

And then ran a finger on his face.

He closed his eyes on her feather like touch.

"Why? Does that turn you on?"

Hearing this he opened his eyes but didn't change his expression. But she didn't miss the shade of pink on his eartips. Deciding to mess with him a little more she lowered herself and sat on his lap.

"God, sweetheart."

He gripped the counter more tightly when she turned his head in her direction with her finger. Their faces were too close.

"Don't do that sweetheart. I swear you'll-"

He was cut off by a utensil falling down and making a loud noise.

Sameera quickly scrambled off of him. How the hell did she even end up sitting on his lap? God she looses her mind around him.

"I...... I'm sorry. I.......I shouldn't have d-done that. I'll just cook the food."

She said and turned in a totally opposite direction.

God! He'll be the death of her!