.CHAPTER 20.

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.

Thick mass of curly jet-black hair was pulled up in a messy bun with stray curls framing a soft angular face. Forehead creased into a frown, chocolate brown eyes stayed glued to a creamy coloured page, its words filtered through slightly large reading glasses slipping down to rest on the bridge of its owner's nose.

Xaver wondered how anyone could look so fucking beautiful by 9 in the morning.

"Adding 'laxity' to Sreya Dronian's long list of fascinating attributes. Check", he announced loudly.

Unceremoniously startled, Sre's body jerked , the act