Vikrant :

I slightly opened the door to find her wrapped in the white quilt she had just been sleeping under, her hair was a cute mess. She looked like a perfect cream roll.

Such a cutie.

"Now will you stop smiling and let me in?", she said, her face glowed and I just couldn't tear off my eyes from her.

"Wait.. Let you in where?", I asked regaining my senses.
"Into the bathroom.. I have a meeting.", she said.
"Ma'am I am already in, and I also have a meeting.", I said with a sarcastic smile.
"Then let's bathe together, because I can't be late.", and holding the quilt with one hand she pushed open and door and walked in.

"What the—"

"Listen, I'm in good mood, now don't ruin it. Go out or shut your eyes and let me bathe.", she said as I immediately shut my eyes.

"You seriously have no shame na..", I said shutting back the door, my eyes shut.
"Listen, I can't be a hypocrite and have shame only in the day and forget about it at night.", she stated before turning on the shower.

"Ah, of course. I was expecting this behavior.", I said slithering out of the bathroom, shutting the door and finally opening my eyes.

Although she had a point, I was still feeling shy.
How stupid.
I know.

I noticed my buzzing phone on the small table near the bathroom. It was Arshika.

" So you remember your brother after three lifetimes? Awesome!", I said sarcastically as she laughed.
"How're you? And your darling wifey?", I heard wifey and started blushing deep red.

God!

Thankfully no one was watching me so I managed it.
"I'm fine and she's also fine.", I said, although I wanted to scream and say I am doing really amazing after years, but nope.

"Alright. You know what? I met a guy here, his name is Manav—", there aas another voice, "Okay, I've got to go. Bye"

And she hung up the call, before I could ask "Who Manav?"

I drew in a sharp breath.
Was this the same Manav who was the reason for my stress?
God knew.

The bathroom door creaked open.
"Vikrant! Give me my clothes and a towel please! ", Simran shouted from inside the bathroom.
"Where will I find your clothes now? God, seriously.", I sighed heading to her cupboard.
"Just give me my bathing suit and towel, it's on the second rack.", she shouted.

I opened the door of her cupboard.
Just then my eyes fell on a small diary.

So madam also has a diary? Does she?

I took the things she needed and passed them on to her, then I tip toed back to the cupboard and took that mini diary and took it to my room.

Thankfully no one was awake and around yet, because I didn't need to be spotted in my boxers.

Please.

I went into my room and shut the door, and opened it.

"SIMRAN THINKS AND WRITES.
do not touch."

Wow. Straight forward.

I opened the first page and it was a photograph, or her with that manager I met yesterday.

In smooth cursive she had written below it, "My King and Me."
A sting of jealousy struck me hard.

I turned the page,

“And maybe at the end of the day we'll all be left with ourselves, but I know, he'll always be there with me.
Because he's a part of me.”

"Extremely romantic.", I mumbled with a sigh.
I realised that this girl I was dealing with was someone who could live and die for the person she loves. She was extremely emotional.

No, I cannot keep her under a false impression. I should tell her about my deal, how much ever it hurts.

I was about to change the page when there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Yes?"

"Vikrant sir, you have a meeting.", Rizwan said as I remembered.

I immediately placed the diary under the cushions on my single sofa in my room and went to freshen up.

...

Simran :

I was standing by my car wearing a black suit over my white shirt with red lipstick, looking like a boss lady.

I know I am one though.

Last night was pure bliss, if my opinion is to be taken. I was not expecting Mister Grumbly Suryavanshi being so damn good.

He walked out of the mansion in a black suit and white shirt.

"Wow, we are twinning.", I said with a smile as he stood right in front of me.
"Yeah.", he said softly.
He looked slightly nervous.

"What happened?", I asked him softly, edging a step closer to him.
"No.. Just that..", he mumbled.
"Tell me, what it is.", my voice turned stern.

He looked up at me.

"Simran, I can't love you.", and my heart shattered.

...
Love hurts.. Wait is it love?

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