1) Who let the dogs out

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I was pressed up against a wall in nothing but an over sized black shirt reaching my mid - thighs.
Chris Hemsworth was in front of me with his hands on either side of me, trapping me between his hands and the wall. His handsome face looking down at me, his lips curved in a smirk.
He slowly leaned towards me, his hot breath fanning my face, causing goosebumps to arise on my skin.
Slowly, I darted out my tongue and licked my lips holding eye contact with him. My lips felt chappy and dry. His ocean blue eyes turned a shade darker as he pressed himself to me.
His gaze fell on my lips and he whispered seductively in my ear, "I can help you with that. "
And then he leaned closer as my breath hitched in my throat. Our lips were this close from touching.
And all of a sudden, he backed away and started singing at the top of his lungs and dancing along.
"Who let the dogs out.
Who. Who. Who .Who....."

WHAT!?

Stirring in my sleep, I opened my eyes, blinking heavily and realised it was my alarm ringing. Rolling over my bed, I searched for my phone and closed the alarm, then, smashed my face back into the pillow.

A weird choice as an alarm tone, but very effective. Especially for someone like me. I'm not the kind of a person whom you'll call out and they'll just wake up at your voice. You'll need to beat drums in my ear even to stir me in my sleep.

I was about to fall in my peaceful slumber again and complete my amazing dream when a knock sounded on my door. "Kiara! Wake up, honey. It's almost 6:35."

Mom.

"Just 5 more minutes, mom." I groaned.

"No, just get out of your bed right now."

"Mom..." I whined like a small kid,pressing my face deeper in the pillow, wishing nothing more than the bed to engulf me.

"Kiara, open the damn door." Mom warned and I stood up immediately as I knew better than to argue with her when she used this tone.

Complying to her wish, I opened the door and came face to face with my mother, who was looking at me with a stern look on her face. "See, I'm up." I smiled cheekily at her, or better, tried to smile cheekily as my eyes kept drooping.

"Yeah, now, get ready and come downstairs for breakfast." she told me and then left.

So, let me first introduce myself. I am Kiara Sharma, 20 years old, living in Delhi with my parents and a younger sister.

I'm still in college pursuing my bachelor's degree.

Fangirl and booknerd are the best words that describe me. Books have always been my escape from reality. They provide a strange comfort to me. Just give me a good book, Netflix and some good food and I'll happily spend my weekend in a box.

P. S. - I survive on chocolates.

And a statutory warning for everyone. I am a die-hard fan of Chris Hemsworth. So, you'll have to bear with the constant fangirling at the most unexpected times. This also explains the oh-so-amazing dream of mine.

If I hear even a single word against Chris then I will come to your house personally and chop you into tiny pieces and then feed them to the werewolves. And not those sexy big bad alphas but some ugly rogues.

A word against him and shit gets real.

Sighing heavily, I looked back at my dear pillow. It looked so inviting. Glancing a mischievous look at the door, I crept towards my bed.

A few more minutes of sleep won't hurt anyone, right?

"Kiara Sharma! If you don't get up this instant then believe me you'll regret the consequences!" mom's voice hollered in the house and I stood from my bed with wide eyes faster than the lightning.

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