Samaira's POV

Josh Hudson is a very odd man. He uses the F-word in almost every sentence. A day's stubble with a wild exasperated look in his eyes is worrying me. There is no way I can accommodate him here while he sorts his problems. As he is swearing and signing the FedEx papers, I can almost see a madman ready to burst his frustration at me.

"What is it?" I ask, scanning the large pile of boxes in a neat condition.

He looks at me with his blue eyes. "A problem," he answers and sits on a chair placed on the front porch.

"Is it your stuff? Were you thinking of moving here in this house?" I query even when I know the idea is absurd. What will a man like him want in Panchgani?

"No," he answers impatiently. "I am not crazy!"

"Then? What is it?" now I am impatient. "Look, I am not a fan of mystery. I like control of the things at my workplace."

This time, thankfully, the man takes my words seriously. He answers locking his gaze with me. "This is my recording stuff. Richard, my manager has sent them on this address for me to work here."

"What kind of recording work?" I ask, genuinely intrigued.

He takes a deep breath. "I am a musician," he says and momentarily looks me in the eyes. I can see the pain. I want to ask him what pains him so much. Maybe just hold his hand and tell him that everything will be all right. I am not sure why he being a musician doesn't surprise me. I have had interactions with many kinds of artists. They are complex personalities. Many times they are introverted and serial thinkers. He is unlike them. He appears shallow on the outside, yet I think if I peel his layers I will find a different man inside. I shrug off the feeling. He is a distraction to my work.

"I know some decent hotels here if you would like to shift now," I say and gauge his reactions.

"However incredible it may sound, I don't have the cash to go to one good hotel. Maybe I can survive for few days with it. But my stuff is too expensive and delicate to be put into any hotel room. Just give me some time to figure out what should I do next," he says and begins to pace around.

"Well, you can always go back home," I suggest meekly. "Just book a flight."

"Don't underestimate my intelligence, Samaira! I am weighing my options," he admonishes and put his head in his hands. After a couple of seconds, he snaps up and asks, "I want your phone."

I sigh and produce my phone. "Who are you going to call?" I ask even when I know it would go unanswered.

And my guess was right. He dialed the last number and waited for the call to go through. "Hello? Hey, so, my manager specifically mentioned in the site for bookings in January. Now I am going to let that go, alright! Just hand me back my money and I will go my way or arrange an alternate accommodation in a suite of the best hotel around here."

I guess he waits for half a minute patiently. And when Sameer doesn't respond, he barks out, "Are you listening?"

The reply doesn't lower Josh's anger, instead, his brows creases in annoyed V.

"I am only going to wait for the day. You need to make the alternate arrangements. And not any hotel. I need a big suite for my recording stuff. Get it?" he says and hands me back the phone. "He says that he will come down here personally and resolve my problem. I sure hope it involves a good plan for his benefit."

I look into his blue depths as he stands up. I can survive a day with him. Anyway, I would be busy in supervising the work while he stays in one room. Hopefully, Sameer will come in time and take him to a hotel.

"I know you are uncomfortable," he murmurs, only a step away from me. "But I won't trouble you while you work. Just let me sleep in your room for few hours. My jetlag hasn't subsided yet."

This is probably the first time he sounded weary and worthy of sympathy. So, before I could think twice, I agree. We arrange the boxes in the living room and then I show him my room. 

**Don't stop now. New Update in few seconds... Josh's anger subsides and he looks forward to spending time with Samaira... Please do drop your thoughts on the plot!**