Maybe In Another Life | ✓

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Rahul winked and smiled at me, and I knew they knew why and what he was up to.

I entered the kitchen and cleared my throat to make my presence known. He turned around, and I felt a flush creep down my neck and cheek as I met his gaze.

"My darling, your cheeks are flushed. Are you okay, or are you thinking about something?" he walked up to me and ran the back of his hand over my face, a smirk on his lips.

Oh! I felt my eyes flutter close at his touch. But I quickly opened my eyes, and there he was staring at me with a slight smile on his lips.

I swat his hand away, and he chuckles, "Can you help me?" he asks, pointing the spatula towards the counter. I quietly nodded and began helping him.

•*•~•*•

"Uh-- sir, are you not coming to the office today?" bhaiya asked.

"No, and Samay, I told you not to call me sir anymore. Please call me Rudra," he replied, smiling at him. Bhaiya hesitated before nodding and looking at me with slightly wide eyes.

I choked when I noticed Muktha and Rahul holding hands under the table, pretending to be normal.

"Darling, be careful!" I glared at him as he started rubbing my back in a slow, circular motion.

Sumit turned to face me, and from the look he gave me, it was clear that something was going on between those two. Rudra is completely unaware of this.

I finished my breakfast and went to get some water, and Rudra followed me. I poured myself some water into the glass.

He stood next to me and said. "Chandini, talk to me, na!"

"No!" I said it flatly and gulped down the water. I walked past him, and he followed me into the living room.

•*•~•*•

We were planning to spend the afternoon playing board games, but Rudra had other ideas. He is been moping around since the morning, clutching the end of my dupatta.

He is following me everywhere—in the kitchen, the living room, and anywhere else I can go in this house.

I had to remove my dupatta to use the restroom because the moron was ready to accompany me inside.

His friends shake their heads as he clutches my dupatta and follows me around like a lost puppy. Bhaiya and Barkha raised their eyebrows, amused by his antics.

I went to my room, with him close behind, and grabbed my anklet, which I had removed while bathing but had forgotten to wear.

"Stop following me around like a lost puppy!" I turned around, nearly colliding with him, and snatched my dupatta from his grasp.

He pushed me, and my back hit the wall, trapping me between the wall and himself.

"Pehle, kaho ki aap mujhse baat karengi, please!" he said, as he inched his face closer to mine.
(First, tell me you'll talk to me.)

I did not say anything.

"Darling, you told me to be nice. I'm being nice and polite. Tell me anything you want me to do, and I'll do it. But talk to me. I like hearing your voice; it feels like I would go insane when I do not hear you talking," he says, drawing his face close to mine, and my breath catches in my throat—his lips are hovering over mine.

I turned my face away, but he grabbed it and made me look into his eyes. "I even let Taara paint my nails, see!"

The bright pink colour looked funny on him.