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I took a shower. The cold water dripped in thin channels down my pale body, nullifing the ecstacy of my fear. Being a woman is not easy. I Exhailed an air of resentment and stared at the thin green lines on my wrist. The dull skin was drenched in water. "The skin! This is all they want from a woman?" I hated my body for being mine but I loved my soul inside. Skin is just a cover to the soul. If someone wants to touch the soul one must first unwrap the skin but not tear it. I came out of bathroom dressed in purple silken robe and lay still on bed, pondering.

I have seen the worst phases of anger but today Ayan was at his extreme. He was even angry at me. But what did i do? Where did i go wrong? I needed an answere. I switched off the lights of my room, closed the door behind and paced towards room no-125.

The door was ajar. I went inside without knocking. I had queries in mind and everything else was secondary, even the basic manners. I shouted loudly walking through the narrow passage to his bed room. "Ayan, you cant just force me to stay here in your company's residential room. I want to go back. Now." I went inside like a whirlwind just to land in an awkward place.

A man, dressed formally, equipped with laptops and other gadgets was having a genial discourse with Ayan. He looked at Ayan suspiciously and Ayan looked at me horrifically. Now I realised the importance of ettiquets but it was too late to apologise. The man immediately shut the laptop and said, "we can continue with the presentation tomorrow. Good night Sir."

Ayan had no other choice but to bid him farewell. "Make sure that Rahul's accoladates is nowhere mentioned in the presentation." He said with authorotative accent. The man nodded and left us all alone in the room to settle the matter arbitrarily. I looked at ayan's weary eyes and said, "I am sorry. But the door was ajar and..."

"and you considered it your right to enter my room." He smiled and began to unbotton his shirt. What is he upto at. I shifted my vision to lambshade by his bedside. I dont have to fear about anything, I am with Ayan. My mind concluded.

"Let me take a shower so that i can have a fresh fight with you. Till then carry out the inspection of my room." He had now removed his shirt and I gaped devouringly his muscular chest and deeply outlined six abs. Shameless I am.

"I wont inspect your room." I hurled back.

"I know you will." He tapped my forhead and went past me, smiling.

Ofcourse I started examining his room. From the pile of files to the mattress of his room. I keenly observed his likings and habits. Clothes of few brands but different style hung inside his wardrobe. He had bookmarks of every book which clearly exhibits his impatient behaviour to complete anyone of those. The keys lying on the bedside table and not on the key rack, spoke volume about his conciousness. The more frantically I searched the more curious I became. Suddenly my eyes rested on a brown Book. Smaller in size but elegantly covered. No bookmark! May be he hasn't started reading it. I turned to the first page and noticed his handwriting "Never Again". My mind struck to that one statement of ayan that I had been wondering so long. "I write poetries and my syllables are sharp." My heart started pumping more blood to my brain. I tried to sneek few lines but I couldn't.

"Do you think bathing reduces stress?" Ayan came out from the bathroom, draped in a white towel, rubbing his hair ferociously. I craftly hid the diary beneathe his pillow as soon I heard his steps. I looked at him nonchalantly, still in the hangover of his secret diary.

"I dont like that look. Haven't you seen shirtless Heroes in movies? Stop gazing at me." He retorted with a mischivious grin.

"You are not a hero. Better put on your clothes. You are nothing more than a skeleton." I said defending myself though I could well define his muscular body. He went to take out clothes from his wardrobe.

"If you call my physic a skeleton, I wonder what is yours. An x-ray sheet!" He laughed hysterically. I furiously went to strangle his neck but he warned. "Do you want to see me changing clothes?"  I was shameless but not of that level. I gave him the worst look and moved outside his room.

Has he gone mad. Trying to flirt with me? I came here to have my queries solved. I should return to that matter. I went inside, this time knocking the door twice. "So tell me ayan, why were you angry with me?' I set a serious tone.

He made me sit beside him and said in concerned voice, "You are a superwomen, Farha. Dont ever let a fool shake your spirit. Why were you afraid to hit Rahul when he tortured you. You can't be meek. I know you could have defended yourself but you did not. That made me extremely furious. I trust you, i trust your power but today i felt betrayed. My mother never taught me to consider women as weak. You have everything to take the world for a roller coaster ride. Trust yourself." His words sensatised my brain cells giving me goosebums. No one ever said that to me. Yeah, I was taught to be delicate flower at my home but never a pricking cactus. I looked into his eyes. Gulping his anger as love.

I placed my hands into his. "I am a superwoman." I said proudly and he smiled. "Thank you Ayan. good night." I went towards the door.
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