Chapter 6

It slipped Shanaya's mind that she was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. She slid the door wide open, allowing Shaheer who stood outside to take a good look at her. The calm over his face vanished in an instant. His cheeks blushed pink and he lifted his eyebrows in embarassment, clearing his throat at the same time. 

"Oh," Shanaya said to herself, realising what had happened and in a haste almost closed the door on his face. Luckily, he stepped behind on time. 

She sighed deeply and counted to three, letting her erratic heart go back to normal before slightly jerking the door open to peek out. 

"Did you get what I asked?" She said hurriedly and for a moment Shaheer's brows furrowed in confusion. 

"What? Oh, yes. Yes, here it is. Ms. Arora," He said and passed through the little gap a bag with her clothes. 

Shanaya grabbed it without another glance and turned around to find Dhruv looking at her with a smirk. 

"And who might that be?" He said, more to himself than to her and took a step at a time leisurely towards the door. He was still only wearing a towel around his waist. 

She outstretched her arm, causing him to halt. Under her touch, she felt his muscles tense. The sight was too tempting and Shanaya had to try very hard to not take another look at those abs.

Dhruv tilted his head and waited, looking at her with raised brows, his eyes shining with innocent confusion.

"Don't make it more awkward than it already is," She said in a sickly sweet voice with a pursed, wide, ear-to-ear smile. 

He frowned at her dramatically and said, "Sure, darling," loud enough for people to hear in a half mile radius. However, he poked her nose a second later and continued his way to the door. 

She groaned and stopped behind a wall to change into the new clothes. As she dressed herself, she heard the two guys talking. 

"Good morning," Dhruv greeted her assistant, his voice full of confidence. 

Shaheer on the other hand replied with a smaller voice, "Good morning, Sir." There was a pause and then he asked, a hint of curiosity and amusement in his tone, "So you sent Ms Arora those tulips yesterday?" 

While pulling the jeans up her thighs, Shanaya could picture Dhruv nodding slowly. 

"Yes," He said cheerfully, but then his voice lowered, "I know, I know. She loved the bouquet so much, she couldn't stop kissing it?" 

"Er-actually, Sir, when I asked if I should put them in a vase, she told me she hated tulips. Especially the yellow ones and then she tossed them very carelessly into the bin." Shaheer added after a pause, his voice barely a whisper, " I think she also tore down your note to bits. The flowers were beautiful though. What a waste of beauty."

Shanaya resisted the urge to cackle up and walked out right in time to catch Dhruv frowning at Shaheer's words. She had never been prouder of the latter before. But, when their gazes met, the smirk returned to Dhruv's face. His eyes raked up and down her figure and the smirk widened. 

"You looked better in my clothes, darling. You always do," He commented. 

As Shanaya walked past him, swaying her hips, she threw the t-shirt on his face that was clutched in her hand. He pulled it down, slowly unmasking his wide grin. 

Dhruv sighed and waved at her. Shanaya pretended to completely ignore him. 

Shaheer was already in the car when she left the house. 

"Whether you want to or not," Dhruv shouted on top of his lungs so she could hear him across the road, leaning against the door frame, "we'll meet again. Until then, miss me!" 

When they were well out of sight, Shanaya looked out of the window and said, "Shaheer?"

"Yes, Ma'am?" 

"A word of this goes out and you know what will happen, right?" 

"Y-Yes, Ma'am." 

"Good," Shanaya remarked, smirking to herself. 

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Shanaya successfully slipped into the Arora mansion through the back door, avoiding anyone's notice and sighed in relief when she got into her room unseen. 

Tossing the purse on the bed, she entered the bathroom and showered once again because she felt the urge to do so. Shanaya told herself not to think of what happened the previous night between her and Dhruv, but her mind didn't comply, and little goosebumps lined her arms as she recollected moments from the night. 

The dress, she thought. It didn't deserve that fate. With a swift movement of his strong arms, Dhruv had ripped it from the front, all the way down to her waist before pulling her closer. Before creating havoc inside her body. Before kissing her like his life depended on it. She blushed at the memory. It was engraved in her mind forever; nothing she did would ever erase it. 

As Shanaya slowly massaged her scalp, she remembered how Dhruv's fingers ran through her hair, gently caressing it as they kissed each other. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory. She traced a finger over her slightly swollen lips and sighed, realising her mind was occupied completely by him.

Druv's dark eyes and that stupid smirk plastered across his handsome, handsome face.

She needed a distraction. She had to stop thinking about him.

Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she stepped out and for a moment her soul left her body when she saw someone lying across her bed. 

"Kabir!" She shrieked, holding a hand over her chest to calm her erratically beating heart. "You scared me!" 

"I see you tried hard but the scent lingers," Kabir commented, straightening himself, a sly smile playing about his lips. "You smell like sex." 

She rolled her eyes at him. "Is that a gyn thing to say?" Shanaya asked, walking across the room to plug in her hair dryer.

"It's true then. You got laid last night. That explains why you didn't come here."