Her Flawed Love

Chapter 4

Arni's POV

I just stand there and stare in awe. This is freaking huge! And beautiful.!

"Thanks" Nishil says.

"Huh?"

"Your face.. it screams compliment" he laughs.

Pink creeps up my cheeks as I nod. I follow his lead again. I heard he allows no one into his house if I'm not wrong. But he is willing to allow me who met him just today. So I would totally cross out that wrong assumption on him.

The interior. It's white and beige everywhere! Clean and neat. Organised. Beautiful.

He walks again and I follow him again. He takes me to an elevator.

Elevator? An elevator inside his house? What the actual heck? The elevator is glass on all sides that allows you see what you're passing through.

He presses some buttons and the door closes. I am in awe of everything his house has. The first floor has living room and it clearly screams 'business meetings'. Couches, a huge TV that is running. And the floor above it has kitchen. That's so neat too. Now I feel my room as garbage can.

I am amazed on how clean the glass of the elevator is as well. I spin around so I can see everything on all sides, but I stop when I face Nishil. He is smiling!

Smiling!!!

Wow! That subtle one sided smile which almost looks like a smirk.

The doors of elevator suddenly dings open and he turns around. I blow out the air that I don't know I am holding in. This floor has rooms on either sides and he walks to the one on the left side. I silently follow him again.

It's almost like I am a lost puppy so I just turn to wherever he takes a turn.

I enter the room he just unlocked and I am pretty shook right now. It's so neat I wonder if he has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Everything is placed neatly and in a specific manner.

Did I say I feel like my room is garbage can before? Well.. scratch that. It now seems worse than it.

"Uhh.. take a seat" he says.

I turn around and he is holding a pair of clothes. I glance behind and there is a wardrobe. I nod and sit on the couch that greeted me the moment I entered. It's on the left side and lies just before his King size bed.

He walks out and I am all alone. So I take my time looking around. I try my best to notice every single detail and my eyes fall on a frame of art. Some artist who drew Nishil's face. I wonder if the artist themselves framed it or Nishil loved it that much that he got it framed.

He is smiling so wide in this picture. I unknowingly smile as well. The door opens at the exact same moment and my eyes involuntarily take in his appearance.

Nishil is in an Olive Green US Polo Assn T shirt and some Nike shorts if I'm not wrong. That is exactly when I start coughing hysterically. I just saw a version of Nishil no one has seen. He in just a t shirt and shorts.

"Easy easy" he pats my head and hands me a bottle of water.

I gulp the water down and try my best just not to look at him. I wonder what today has in store for me. I was peacefully sleeping just hours ago and now I am in 'The Great man ever existed Mr. Nishil's' house.

"Would you like to change?" He asks me.

Change? Into what? His clothes??

"Into?" I ask even though I know what his answer is gonna be.

"I can give you a pair. Mine would be comfortable enough I guess" he shrugs like it's no big deal.

I wonder if he had girls in this room. And girls who would slip into his clothes. But I chose to push those thoughts away.

"No! I'm fine" I smile as I look at myself.

And I freeze.

"You sure?" He asks again and now I can say he is finding my outfit amusing.

I am now in a pair of yellow top and blue jeans that might not be weird in your imagination but I bet I might look like a clown right now in reality.

"Haha yes. I am comfortable" I smile trying my best not to embarrass myself again.

Wow Arni! Way to goo!!

He nods and sits on the bed. Silence rules over us and no one tries to change that. I wish for it to be peaceful silence but it is only the silence that screams tension.

"Come!" He says and stands up again.

"To?" I ask him again.

I find myself asking him more questions than just following him. And he has the capability of killing me here and burying me as well and no one would ever find me again!

He doesn't say anything and just walks. Opens the door I was curious. It is right beside the couch I am sitting on.

I follow him because the curiousity is killing me. It's a balcony with two chairs and a tiny table sitting neatly. I am so lost in admiring the beauty of his balcony that I don't pay attention to him laughing.

I only notice that he is laughing when his laughter almost dies down. When I am about to ask him what's funny.. he holds me by my shoulders, spins me around and one of his hands leaves my shoulder only for him to hold my chin and make me look up.

That is when my eyes shine.

Stars twinkling so beautiful. And moon is in its crescent state that is only adding more beauty to the night sky. The pollution makes it hard to see stars on some days but today.. the sky is beautiful than ever.

"Wow" I whisper with a smile.

And I jump into reality again when I feel Nishil's hands on the railing I am holding. His hands just beside mine and he is behind me. So it's almost like he is hugging me from behind without even touching me.

My heart is racing miles per hour.

My breathe. Scratch that because I forgot what breathing feels like anymore.

I can feel his hot breath on my shoulder.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He asks as he looks above.

His voice is honey in my ears. And scorching hot at the same time.

I know his face is dangerously close to mine so I don't dare turning around. I know that me turning towards him could initiate a kiss. I haven't been kissed by a man in years. So I don't know if I can resist this man's charm and intimidation.

I just nod.

I can sense him smirking. He moves away and takes the chair that is in the balcony.

Thank Heavens.

I take the remaining one and we both pretend like there was no tension between us just moments ago.

"Coffee?" He asks and I nod.

I am always in for a cup of coffee. Hot or cold.. anything.

He walks out again and I sigh. I am also proud of myself for not giving in right after we meet each other. I have heard stories that girls fall onto his bed just minutes into their meet with this man.

I thought it was all a joke but his intimidation is something else. And that strong aura he carries around. That's no joke.

I just stare at the night skies for few more minutes and he walks in with two mugs in both hands. He hands the black one to me and takes the white mug to himself.

"Filter coffeeeee!!!!" I squeal.

He laughs. I mean it. He laughs. His laugh is so vibrant that I just watch him laugh for those few moments.

"Maid makes sure there is always some filter coffee decoction. All I do is add hot milk and sugar" he smiles.

I nod again. I take in a sip of South Indian Filter Coffee and ooh boy it's a festival to my taste buds. I moan without my concern and I am not even ashamed of it right now. All that matters is my bae in liquid form.

"What do you do Arni?" He asks me as he takes a sip of his coffee too.

"Out of college. Gotta see what life holds for me" I say.

I am planning on searching for publishing houses because I am very fond of Indian Folk stories. I hope I can just get into any kind of work in publishing house so I can indulge myself into a book world.

"And you?" I ask him a silly question.

He laughs because he knows that's silly. Who doesn't know him.!!

We talk again and we laugh again. That is when I realise, somehow no one has ever seen this side of him. Even few hours ago.. he isn't the one I met. He was intimidating but this man right here is laughing. Laughing like there is no tomorrow.

Maybe he and I can be good friends?