UNREQUITED LOVE

Unjustly Accused

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4th update of this week.

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Next morning.

"Good morning miss bhalla..."
Decked in his gym attire a chirpy soul marked his warm arrival entering the living area.

Greeting her, he came climbing the adject seat beside her, being least aware of someone's anger simmering beneath her breath.

"I hope you slept well last night..." flashing his usual broad smile he asked while parellely setting up his gym bag.

As he was occupied, meticulously organizing his essentials – something unexpected happened that caught him off guard.

"kya kal raat aap mere room mein aaye the... Shauryaaa sir..."

Anokhi finally broke her silence asserting it in a low whisper, her voice calm yet was heavily dripping with skepticism.

As she completed, such blunt and bleak tone of hers made Shaurya pause in whatever he was doing right then.

An unwanted silence filled the air as he immediately turned his head towards her, reckoning over possible reason behind such acrimony.

His brain grinding to a halt, failing to decide if he actually did something wrong or behaved indecently that entitled him with such unwarmly reciprocation.

On the other side Anokhi, absent mindedly kept fiddling with her spoon. She was acutely aware of Shaurya's scrutiny and gaze on her but refused to acknowledge either of that.

Her frustration was very evident. Offcourse what would you expect, waking up early morning being wrapped in two sheets of blankets, when you distinctly remember that you had slept with only one of them it left no room of doubts for her.

And knowing she was in a house with just two of them, Anokhi got all license to go mad at him...

"Haan aaya tha mein..."
After a brief pause Shaurya admitted, his nod carried an air of authenticity that comes with knowing that you haven't committed anything wrong in doing that.

And can I ask you why...?
As soon he finished her follow up question was tossed upfront - like a blazing sharp lethal bullet shot from a point blank distance and Shaurya suddenly felt the air crumbling around him.

Another round of quick contemplation and he knew things aren't going to be descent anymore.

"I just came around to lend you some help Miss. bhalla..."
He stated with an even flater tone than before and swiftly resumed back with stuffing things in his bag again.

Though the bitterness in the air was clearly palpable yet he chose to remain oblivious around it.

He wasn't going to knit any assumptions. If Anokhi had issues, she has to voice it out making it straight and clear to him.

"Just came around... here" Anokhi's eyes churned in disbelief.... "are you even for real Shaurya sir..." she was failing to cope with such unfazy reply of his.

"Mana ki ye aapka ghar hai, magar aise bina meri permission ke aap mere room mein enter kar bhi kaise sakte hai sir..."

"I mean how... how could you even invade my personal space like that..." she was shot of words.

"I hope you are pretty aware of your limit and boundaries sir..." Her accusive gaze on him and tremor ran down his nerves.

Invariably she maintains a calm demanor, something contrary to what he was experiencing right then.

"Anokhi what happened... why are you even reacting like this..." Shaurya finally spoke throwing a confusing glance at her.

He was horribly flabbergasted. Things were pretty decent the previous night, what changed during the night's course then.