Chapter 4 Hasty Morning

"Riya's Point of View"

Is Rachit going to give me a call right now?

Will he contact me now that he knows his phone number has been blacklisted?

How firmly did he cling to my hair?

Rachit will be waiting for me when I return to work tomorrow.

How am I going to make direct eye contact with him?

What would I answer if Rachit asked why I was avoiding him?

That's when I started feeling hateful, but what's wrong is wrong, and I have to correct my mistake; I can't broke Harsh's heart, but I want do the same passionate kiss with Rachit again. I'd like to feel the same sensation once more.

When harsh touches me, I don't feel anything. Is it OK for me to inform Harsh about this?

Oh no! What will Harsh think of me?

Harsh was sound asleep, but he never forgot to grip my hand.

Harsh was asleep, curled around my body, and his face was so innocent. Harsh looked so cute sleeping like a child that I couldn't resist kissing him on the forehead.

I had no idea when my eyes closed when I became involved in the questions.

As I massaged my eyes, the beep beep of the alarm woke me up.

I snoozed for 10 minutes on the phone before falling back asleep.

He held me once more when he realised I was sleeping next to him, this time placing my head on one of his shoulders and my face on his chest, with the other hand resting on my waist as he lifted my feet. His preferred sleeping position was in this position. His hand had been raised while I was sleeping, allowing him to come up close and personal with my waist.

I felt his hand on my waistline as he asked, "Should we do it again today?" he said.

"There's no way!" As I slid his hand away from my waist, I murmured to myself. "I have to go to the office."

He breathed deeply into my neck as he rubbed his long, sharp nose across the bridge of my nose. I began reacting to his actions by kissing him on the chest with my lips as a way of showing my feelings.

When the alarm buzzed off, my attention was immediately drawn to it by the beep beep of the annoyed alarm.

I forgot about my sleep and awoke from my romantic vision with his hand removed from my waist. As soon as I was able to sit up, he kissed me once again.

"Don't go to the workplace today, Riya," he whispered sleepily. I have to devote some time to you. I'm not sure why it feels like I'm spending less time with you."

"What happened so suddenly?" I inquired, smiling. Where did I escape to?

Every night, I'll spend it with you. I only work throughout the day. I explained to him, releasing my hand from his grasp and leaping from the bed to stand on the ground with agility.

The alarm's beep, beep sped up my work;

I went into the bathroom with the towel draped over the edge of the bed;

he got out of bed and went into the kitchen, where he made tea for us.

I emerged from the restroom feeling refreshed and turned off the snoozing alarm before heading to work. Because of the delay in getting to work, I hurriedly put on some random black jeans and a sky blue casual shirt that I had in my closet at the time. Due to the fact that I didn't have time to do anything with my hair, I called Harsh and informed him that I would be leaving. I grabbed my laptop bag from the nightstand, tucked my open hair into a bun, and walked out the door with my phone tucked into the pocket of my jeans.

Harsh senses my haste and chases me down with a cup of tea to force me to drink it.

I'm late, so Harsh let me go; I'll eat something in the workplace, I said hurriedly.

It'll only take 2 minutes, and you may leave after you've had your tea; I've already cooled it. After 2 minutes, he offered me a cup of tea.

I have a cup of tea and take a sip. "Harsh is well aware of my tea preferences." So I hurriedly finished my cup of tea, grabbed my purple running shoes from the hall's shoe rack, and ran down the stairwell.

I walked away, leaving Harsh alone on the balcony, saying my goodbyes.

Harsh then began preparing to leave for his office.