Hemadri's POV

It was 10 am in the morning and I reached the area where he lives. I walked into the street and finally, I saw house no 480. I wanted to be sure that I am at the right address, I commenced to the house next door and rang the bell. An elderly lady opened the door, I smiled at her and said: "hey sorry I just wanted to ask is this house belongs to him?" I showed her the photo.

The lady smiles "yes.." she said.

A smile curves up my lips "Thank you" I said and left. I came to his house and rang the doorbell impatiently.

I assumed he isn't at home, I thought if I wait for him here he won't even let me inside the house and sent me off. I moved towards the backyard and tried to open the door with my hairpin. After a few trials, it opened and I entered his house. She looked around and it was one 1BHK just perfect for one person.

I saw the groceries bags on the table left unattended. I assumed he had to meet the client and that he didn't have time to even arrange the groceries. I saw the butter melting, I took the bags to the kitchen and arranged them in the fridge properly.

I heard a bike sound, she looked through the window and saw him getting off his bike. I hid in his bedroom and he enters the house. He locks the door and was left surprised to find grocery bags missing.

I bit my tongue out and slapped my forehead. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He scanned it and was more confused "ye arrange main toh karke nahi gaya tha raat.." he thought.

He takes out the water bottle and picks up the glass from the shelf. He pours the water into it and keeps the bottle back in. He drinks the water and moves to the hall. He turns on the television and switches to the desi music channel.

He then entered the bedroom, he removed his shirt and I throw it on the chair. I was hiding under the bed and could clearly see what he was up to. He went into the bathroom and I heard the shower sound. After 15 minutes, he came out only wrapped a towel around his waist. I glanced at him and he was extremely hot with that water dripping down to his chest from his face.

My phone beeped and I silenced it immediately. I glanced in front and he was looking down at me in disbelief "tum!" he said.

I smiled innocently and got out. He stared at me "Tum mere ghar mein kaise ghusi?" he asked.

"Peeche ke darwaze se?" I replied.

"Aur mere ghar ka pata kisne diya tumhe?" he further questioned.

I moved closer to him and kept my hand on his chest "muskil tha par maine pata laga hi liya.. Tumhe kya laga tum apna personal number nahi doge toh main tum tak nahi pahuch paungi"

He jerks her hand off and said "you know it's a crime to enter someone's house without permission"

I glared at him "Acha?? Lekin maine kya kiya hai? Tumhara samaan fridge mein rakha uska ilzam lagake mujhe andar karoge?" I asked crossing my arms across.

"Dekho tum.." he paused when I removed his towel from his waist. He was shocked at this move of mine. He immediately moved into the bathroom and shut the door.

I laughed at this act of his as he was behaving like a decent and innocent person. He lightly opened the door and shot a deadly glare at me "tum please bahar jao mere room se"

"Kyun?? Maine toh tumhe dekha hai na aise.." I winked at him.

"Dekho wo mera kaam tha aur ye mera ghar hai.." he explained.

"Okay fine.. Jaa rahi hun" I agreed and moved out of his room. He watched me till I completely disappeared from his sight. He quickly stepped out and wore his shirt and trousers. 

He moved to the hall and found me sitting on the couch. He stood in front of me and asked "kya chahti ho tum? Kyun peeche padi ho mere?"

"Ye ab bhi batane ki zaroorat hai??" I questioned, he looked at me silently for a moment. I could read in his eyes that he is aware I have a liking of him and want to know more about him.

"Please jao yahan se" he requests me.

"Nahi jaungi.." I denied.

He sighed deeply "Dekho.. Main"

"Tumne mujhse apne off time pe milne se mana kiya lekin maine toh khudko nahi kiya na.. Isliye mera jab mann karega main tumse milne aaungi" I declared.

"Ajeeb zabardasti hai ye" He retorted.

I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck "tumhe jo samajhna hai samjho Mr.. Rocco"

"Mera naam Aa..." he paused and I glared at him.

"Aarav Malhotra hai tumhara naam" I compeleted his sentence.

He looked at me completely surprised "Tumne mera naam kaise jaana?" he asked.

"Wo table pe tumhara ek parcel hai uspe likha hai.." I replied with a smile on my face. 

He eyed the table and a parcel was kept. He removed my arms and backed off "naam jaan liya mera ab jao"

"Kyun jau? Tum abhi rocco ho ya Aarav?" I questioned.

"Usse kya farak padega?" he counter-questioned.

"Batao na.." I nearly shouted.

"Aarav hun.. Ghar hai ye mera.." He replied

"Great.. Toh ye ladki aarav se milne aayi hai.." I said.

"Par..." I placed my finger on his lips and he looked on at me.

"Shhh.. socho jo ladki tumhare ghar mein ghus sakti hai wo kya kya kar sakti hai.." I smirked.

He jerked my hands off and glared at me "mujhe dhamka rahi ho? Kya kar logi tum??" he asked. 

I pushed him onto the couch and leaned on top of him. I gazed straight into his eyes and he was also lost in my eyes. I moved my fingers across his face and asked "do you like me?"

"No.." he denied.

I smiled as I could hear his heartbeat horsing. "Toh phir tumhari sansein itni tej kyun ho rahi hai mere itne qareeb hone par" I asked.

"Aisa kuch nahi hai" he lies and I am liking his denial. He pushed me off and gets up from the couch. He moves to the main door and unlocks it.

"Please jao mere ghar se..." he said. 

"Kaise host ho tum! Ek ladki pehli baar tumhare ghar aayi hai aur tum use bina kuch khilaye pilaye bhej rahe ho" I said giving another excuse to spend time with him.

Aarav shuts the door, he asked "uske baad jaogi?"

"Haan chali jaungi" I promised him.

Aarav moved to the kitchen and began to prepare lunch. His phone rings, I picked it up and it seems to be from some client. I was about to disconnect it but he snatched the phone from my hand.

"Yea.. Rocco here.. Send me the address will be there by 5" He replied and ends the call.

He glared at me "aise dubara mat karna.."

"Nahi karungi.. Agar tum mujhe apna personal number dete ho to" I said with a smile.

"Itni hi hosiyar ho toh khud hi pata karlo" He said sarcastically and went to the kitchen. I glared at him and loved his attitude. 

"Thanks," I said.

He rolled his eyes toward me and asked "kis liye?"

"Uss raat cab bulane ke liye.." I replied.

"Maine nahi bulayi thi" He lied again.

"Itna toh jhooth mat bolo.. Dusri baat jab tum mujhe mile maine tumhe sach bataya tha aur ab tum.." I said making a disheartened face.

"Haan okay.. Maine bulayi thi..." He said and I smiled. Within half an hour he finished preparing the food and served it to me. 

"Tum nahi khaoge?" I asked.

"Haan khata hun" He sits beside her and began to eat the food. I licked my lips as the food was extremely tasty.

"Tum toh bahut hi ache cook ho..." I praised his cooking skills.

He glanced at me and pointed towards my lips "Waha tumhare laga hai.."

"Kya?" I asked.

He took the napkin and wiped the spread lentils beneath my lips. I pulled him closer and attached my lips to his leaving him in a state of shock. I began to kiss him passionately and he was trying not to lose control of himself. He parted away and said, "wait.."

I glared at him and again kissed his lips. He finally responded back and he climbed on the table to get closer to me. 

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