42. Disturbance

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Samaira applied her nude pink lipstick, and mascara on her lashes standing in front of her dresser. She combed her long hair and tied them into a ponytail, she was wearing a floral dress, little more than her knees and matched her attire with white flats.

She was putting her stuff in her bag when Abhimaan came out of the washroom in his pants only while whipping his upper body with the towel. Both were getting ready for their respective works.

She took some breath seeing this Greek God in front of her, so close in the same room. This is complete torture.

He throws the wet towel on the couch and took his shirt which was already on the bed. He didn't surprise because it's her daily ritual now. She likes to do these small things for him, and he likes her small gestures so much.

He was going to button up his white shirt when his gaze falls on her throw the mirror, she was looking at him. Soon, she widens her orbs a little and looked away, tugging some loose hairs behind her ear.