"Shouldn't you say sorry at least?" Varun said solemnly.
"For what?" Somya shrugged.
"For dragging me like this."
"Okay, I am sorry to save you," she pouted.
"Saving me?"
"I thought that car is going to clash with us, and you were sitting on its side, so I...pulled you," she said while looking everywhere but him. She was trying to be his savior, but she ended up making a fool of herself.
Varun frowned. He can't find the logic behind her words. Instead of protecting her head, why did she try to save him? She could get injured due to his weight and the force she used. 'Stupid Girl,' he grumbled.
Varun grabbed her hand and deeply gazed at her whole body.
His stare and holding her hand startled Somya, "What are you doing?" she screamed. Varun ignored her and kept examining.
"Lemme go!" she tried freeing her hand from his grasp but failed to do so.
Varun sighed. It looks like this Bunny doesn't know how to stay calm.
"Stay still. Let me check any injury on you." He grabbed her chin with his free hand and move it to see if her face is alright.
There he finds a scratch on her right side of the forehead.
"Avi pass me the medical kit," he ordered the man on the driving seat, Avi.
"Yes, sir." Avi handed him the first-aid kit.
Varun cleaned her wound with an antiseptic.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Somya hissed in pain.
"Bear a little," Varun gently dabbed some medicine on cotton and started applying it tenderly.
Only now did Somya realized how close they're again. His eyes were straight at her temple, and his lips were in front of her eyes. 'How come he has so perfect pink thin lips,' Somya, whose own lips are beautiful as a cupid's bow, thought.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked when he finished applying the ointment.
She nods and denies it.
"Hmm," and the conversation went silent again.
They finally reached their destination, Mumbai. Somya is going to stay in an average motel arranged by her company while Varun had a Presidential Suite of a 5-star hotel booked for him. Somya didn't question much about where he is staying as she thought they only had a deal of traveling together and he had his own work to do here, so she better not disturb him.
When they reached the door of Somya's motel, Somya thanked him and the person whom she assumed his driver. Just as she was about to get out of the car, she moaned.
"What's wrong?" Varun questioned.
"I guess I... sprained my foot." Somya made a pathetic face.
Today not only she made fun of herself earlier, but she also got injured twice. Won't Varun consider her as a pain in the ass now? What if he denies helping her again in the future? She was inwardly cursing herself when Varun abruptly but carefully lifted her leg.
"Hey!" she exclaimed.
Varun shifted her red skirt a little to check on her ankle and said, "Is it here?"
Somya whined again when he touched the sprained spot and nodded.
"You must have hurt it earlier when you tried pulling me. Let me check." He started removing her sandal.
"Hey! Don't do that. I can remove it myself." She doesn't like when somebody else touches her foot*, so she quickly removed her sandals herself.
Varun examined her ankle and applied an anti-inflammatory spray.
"Can you walk?" he asked her.
"Yes, yes. Just support me a little."
Varun nodded and went off his car to open her door. He offered his hand to her.
Staring at his hand, Somya sighed internally, 'What a beautiful moment but tied with an unfortunate situation!'
She accepted his hand and tried standing up only to fell back with a loud, "Ah!"
Varun quickly holds her in her place. "Hmm. I expected this." he breathed.
"What Now?" she whined like a bullied kitty.
Varun didn't respond to her but bend down to lift her in bridal style.
She got startled and forget to react. After some time, when her senses returned to her, she asked, "Varun, put me down. We can try walking. I'm heavy."
"No. You can't walk. Your ankle is swollen. And yes, you're quite heavy but don't worry, I exercise regularly." He winked at her.
'This Man! Can't he consider my feelings a little? How dare he wink at me while holding me in his arms. What if my inner fangirl got stimulated, and I tried to hit on him? Huh!' she murmured inside her mind. Only if she knew the man she is talking about is far more dangerous than her inner fangirl, so how can he be scared of her. But we will let her think of herself as a pro for the time being because she is bound to discover the truth soon.
"Avi carry madam's bags out," he commanded Avi and started walking towards the motel.
Somya was gazing so deeply at his face for the first time. She doubted if the girl marrying this princely man would be ever able to believe in her fortune. She didn't know why but she felt jealous of his future wife.
Varun has a long nose, smooth blond hair, and a perfect chin adorned with his olive skin. Staring at his godly face, Somya thought, 'I shall sneak a peek at his self-care routine later during the trip.' She giggled.
"Have you lost your mind after hurting your ankle?" he asked.
How can Somya reply when she was busy staring at his thin lips. Her throat went dry. 'How can I be such a pervert!' She shakes her head to get rid of her deviating thoughts.
~I want the part of you
That you refuse to give~