Sanvi dried herself up and came out in that partially soaking apparel of hers when she spotted him on the other side of the room, near the open wardrobe, searching for something frantically, shirtless.
Had that been any normal day, she wouldn't have spared a glance towards his partial nudity. On top of that, she might have had just rebuked him for his indecency in her presence.
But that day, she felt her breath hitch at the sight. All of a sudden, this engulfing sensation of a thousand tiny pins pricking her feet made her almost tumble over. Her mind was fumbling to decide on a word that could make her appear unbothered.
She decided that it would be better to convince herself on being blind than looking at him. A blind woman doesn't fall for false visual temptations.
Temptations? Since when did Rathore become a subject to be treated as a temptation?
However her eyes automatically found their way to take notice of how his shoulder muscles flexed as he moved his arms and the way his veins popped out at the various junctions of muscles. She assured herself that she might be dreaming a crazy one, or she might already be dead in her sleep.
You know, how people experience the unbelievable when they're on their way to heaven? But then, how would she even know that? Well, she was halfway there in finding that out.
The flip flops of her stomach maximised as she saw him advancing towards her with something in his hand, shirtless.
GET A GRIP, SANVI!
Put on a damn shirt, you pervert!
Sanvi couldn't help but curse her mind to stop with all these uncomfortable sensations she was feeling then.
He was looking intently at the various expressions adorning Sanvi's face that seemed to keep on changing with the second as he got closer to her. He was surprised to notice how curious he was getting about her.
Like, what was the point of her being so adorable, standing there, in those drenched clothes making such cute faces in the middle of the night? He shooed the thought off the minute it had erupted in his mind. He was officially going insane.
What part of Sanvi Dixit was cute? He asked his own mind.
"These fitted me tight... You can wear them if you want." He handed her a pair of fresh trousers and a shirt.
"Thanks..." She whispered, as if resisting herself from being thankful to her nemesis. At least, she wouldn't have to drive the long route to her home in those wet tee and jeans of hers. That shirtless brat finally came to some help to her in his lifetime. She chuckled inwardly as the memory of their first encounter/banter came to her memory.
He had always been a pretentious jerk who'd do everything and anything to get on her nerves. And she would rather walk through a jungle of laid out legos than receive any help through his hands. But right then, she was helpless and in a state of complete surrender in his very own den. She had to turn it to her advantage in anywhich way possible. And if that meant blackmailing him with the mention of his Mother, —who she construed to be strict—, she would most definitely walk that path.
"You're not welcome..." He remarked as if reading her thoughts.
"I'd love it if I am not. I'd love this to remain a bother to you." Sanvi cut in sharply. "Now go and get yourself a shirt, idiot!" She twisted her lips, walked towards the bathroom door and closed it with a thud. Yes, she was unbothered.
Rishabh smiled slyly as his mind dropped in with a plan the minute she turned.
It wouldn't be fun if he was the only one suffering. He was gonna make this a bother for both of them before she could depart.
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To Be Continued