Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔

Chapter 20

Edited by: OneIndianWriter

Kavya Pov:

"Hi", I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone whispered near my ear as they slid in my bench sitting too close to me.

"OMG", I gasped as I turned my head to look at him. "You scared me", I placed my hand on my heart.

"Woah, look who is here guys", Faiza chirped as she called out Amith and Xandy.

"Hey, there! Uncle ji", Amith waved at him who is sitting on the desk besides us with Xander and Xander just nod at him in acknowledgement. I realized that apart from their age differences, they do share a good and healthy friendship.

"Hello too, Chotta bheem", Faaris waved at him back and drifted his eyes back to me in a second.

"Hey how are you doing?", his voice turned huskier as his eyes glued on me. I averted my gaze to look at front of the class to avoid him as much as possible. I know I agreed to be friends, but it is quite evident that he is not at all wanting my friendship only. If I ever don't want to be in unwanted troubles, then I better avoid him in the first place.

"Umm.... Good", I replied in one word and continued to go through the previous class notes.

"Why are you here anyway? You know, you are not supposed to be here in our class right?", Faiza asked him as she held her pen in between her teeth eyeing him with curiosity.

"I am supposed to be anywhere in this uni if I want to.", he shrugged his shoulders.

"And moreover I like to spend some quality time with this beautiful girl here", he placed his head on his palm as he kept staring at me.

"Like she ever takes a look at your way", Faiza mumbled but we heard her clearly.

"What do you mean by that", his quizzical question didn't get any reply from Faiza as she silently giggled and got up to sit with Amith and Xandy leaving me alone with him.

"You changed your hairstyle?"

My body got little tensed at this question, but I tried to cover it by looking everywhere but him. How I can tell him that 'It's because I have finger marks on my cheek as my abusive husband slapped me last night, so I had to hide it with letting my hair to cover half of my bruised face'.

I cleared my throat as I fiddled with the pen in my fingers.

"I .... My hair .... I mean.... I .."

His grey eyes are boring into my dancing iris. "Are you scared of me?"

An involuntary chuckle left out of me as I looked at him. "Are you serious? Trust me, I have seen the worse. My hair just looks better this way. I like this style.", I run my hands on my hair as I shrugged.

"Yes, it surely is." A uncomfortable silence filled in between us as he kept looking at me, but not in a creepy way. A constant smile plays on his lips whenever his eyes meet mine.

"So no pickup lines today?" His pick-up lines are pretty hilarious. I have been used to hearing it from him everyday.

"Oh, you want one?", his face turned amused as he grabbed my notebook from my hand and tore a plain sheet from it.

"Wait, what are you doing? It is -"

"Sshhh, just wait a minute"

I huffed and leaned back on my seat. He grabbed my pen and wrote something in it and folded the paper and threw it under my writing desk.