The Devil and I

26.

She gave me a weird look and looked back at the diary back and forth. The tension between her and the diary could be seen totally. It looked like she wanted to snatch it out of my hold and rip it to shreds so that i never fucking find it again.

I could sense the tension growing so i kept the diary back on the table and said- "Don't worry I didn't touch your things. I was just turning off your alarm."

Noor's POV

What is he doing here? No. No. No. It could nevahhhhh. Why would he come here? He doesn't care.

Event. Library. Kiss.

Oh fuck. No Noor control, don't blush. Don't you blush and fucking feed his ego which is probably even higher than the net worth of his company.

I looked back at him and saw my diary in his hands. MY DIARY? Did he read it?

I looked at my diary and him back and forth and maybe he got my question hence he replied,
"Don't worry I didn't touch your things. I was just turning off your alarm."

"Oh... okay." I said.

"Okay." He said.

"Okay." I replied.

"Okay." He said.

"Okay." I gave him a weird look and replied again.

He was still looking at me. What's his problem? Idiot.

Wait did we sleep-

"No we didn't sleep together on one bed! I carried you here after you slept in the library.." He answered my unasked question before I even framed the question in my head.

How did he know? Huh.

"I must say the Queen is a heavy sleeper." He said cockily and started smirking while walking towards me to the opposite side of the bed.

"I mean how could you not wake up when I was literally picking you up and shifting you on either car seat or bed."

Hawwww. How dare he?

"Maybe because your body is also like bed and car seat, I didn't wake up. You know, really soft?" I bit my tongue as soon as those words rolled out of my mouth.

Kya bol rhi h pagal ladki???

He stopped smirking and gave me an offensive look. I never meant to say that but.

HAHA SCORE.

"I'm not soft. Have you seen my abs?" He asked a rhetorical question, like he was complimenting himself.

"Mauka hi nhi diya toh kaha se dekhu?" I muttered under my breath.

"What? What did you say?" He asked.

I gave him a smile and replied,

"Nothing. Now please go to your room I want to shower."

"I'm not going anywhere." He said.

What?

"I'm shifting myself back. I miss my room." He said.

I know it's not about missing his room or anything. It's because, because of those marks. He should have never seen it. I am not ready to voice it out. I wish he would have read that diary, he would have understood everything maybe.

Wait! What am I thinking? I have literally written about him in those pages. No no no.
He can't read it. Never.

I gulped and couldn't look back at him. Will he ask about the marks again?