*Satvi Pov* “What are you doing?” I heard a question coming from behind me. “Playing cricket!” I replied without turning around and continued to play. “Really?” he asked in a sarcastic tone and then sat in the chair which is directly in front of me and a table is dividing us. “Yes! Want to play?” I asked him showing my mini bat and ball I made with flour in the evening. “Have you lost your mind?” he asked, shaking his head. “That is your profession and sorry to say, but I feel that profession very boring, so I never showed any interest.” I replied smiling sweetly and placed the wickets properly. “Will you play or not?” I added playing with the ball in my hand. “No! I don’t have time to waste on these kind of things.” He said and started getting up. “Why? Are you scared?” I asked him smirking hearing which he sat down. “Scared? I am best in cricket. Are you?” He asked arrogantly. “No! But I at least have dare to play and also have dare to lose. Do you have that… Dare?” I ask

*Satvi Pov* “Did we get any parcel today?” He asked, walking inside the kitchen. “Nothing!” I replied, not turning around. “What happened to you?” he asked, standing beside me. “Nothing!” I replied, turning away and it is feeling more than déjà vu because the same thing is repeating for the past two days. Now like every day he will leave the kitchen giving a shrug, and I would continue my ignoring task in which I am getting failed pretty badly. By this ignoring task, I realized that he never talks to me about any normal things. What he always talks is about his wife, mainly and then some situations in which he can compare both of us. And then about the new thing which is happening from the past one week. The stupid parcels which are getting increased, but for now they have been reduced. Of course, he talks about his work a very little through which I can’t know anything about it properly. Yesterday I took lots of calmness inside so that I will not burst out at him and asked pe

*Satvi Pov* “Satvi!” I heard his voice calling me, and I glanced away from the wall to see him standing near me. “Huh?” I asked him, frowning coming out of my thoughts. “Dinner?” he asked back, and I nodded understanding it. We both walked towards the dining table and started having our dinner in which I have no interest at all, but if I try to skip it-like last week, then he will keep on pestering me, which involves him being near me which I don’t want at present. What happened to me? What am I even thinking? I thought, shaking my head to keep any thoughts out of my way. I took a slight peek at him and saw that he is behaving the same like he was before the trip we took last week. Why will he behave differently? What difference does anything make to him? I took a deep breath and finished the food before him and walked inside our room to sleep before him like every day or at least act like I am sleeping. After some time, he entered the room and lay on the bed but stayed at his

*Rohan Pov* I stood still for a few seconds before kissing her back, pulling her to me even more making sure that there is not any distance between us. When I held her face in my hands, I felt her tears, which didn’t stop from flowing from the time I came here. Without releasing her, I started brushing them away and tugged her to me even more, which is completely impossible because of which we kind of stumbled back making us stop the kissing. She slowly released me, and I followed her suit having no idea what she will do next. I thought she would step back completely, but she just stood there and pressed her forehead to mine. We both gazed at each other with heavy breathing, but didn’t utter a single word. I glanced around a little to see the pictures of Swetha and mine. If she asks me why Swetha looks like her, then I would say how can I know. I will say it little rudely after which she will stop asking me about it and then will be even more rude making her to divert from this

*Satvi Pov* What have I done? I thought, pacing around the room which I have been doing for the past few hours. I glanced at the clock to see that it is already nine o'clock, but I hope he is awake. I think yesterday is not my day at all. Everything just went wrong and to top that I behaved like I know this man for a long time. I know I have to show my face to him and leave the house, but I am feeling so awkward even thinking about the way I talked to him. And to top off that Dad must be worried about me as I didn’t even inform him about my disappearance even in the night at home. But I really don’t want to go home right now, and I can’t stay here too. I took a deep breath and opened the door only to hear the sounds coming from the kitchen. Looks like he is awake, and this will give me a chance to express my gratitude and just leave from here taking my bag and phone. Nonetheless, when I started walking inside the kitchen, I felt a presence behind me and turned to see him actuall