Yours, With Love ✓

38| Confessions

Published on 10th October 2021.
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It's highly disappointing that no-one is willing to share their views. I don't even have any words to say. If you don't like the storyline, constructive criticism is always appreciated. But staying quiet never allows the author to think what's going wrong. I've never forced you to vote if you don't like reading this story.

It's really hard to write something, separating time out of my personal life. I do so just to read your lovely comments. And when there's nothing, I can't help but feel demotivated. I don't even know how I'm even gonna start Akriti's story on this rate.

I've seen authors setting benchmarks in the count of votes and I strictly hate that. Surely, I'm never gonna do such a thing.

Anyways, I can't even expect anyone unique to pop out and comment other than those usual 8-9 people out of 100s.

Extreme apologies if it sounded wrong or wierd in any way. Periods make me write my heart out.

The next update might take longer than expected.
Xoxo ❤

♡ So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder ♡

– S H R U T I –

I switched the tap on and kept my leg under shower. As my skin neutralised with water's temperature, I forcefully dragged myself under the shower and closed my eyes while grinding my teeth. Although the room temperature was best for me, water flowing through the taps was too cold to go through.

Quickly going through the bath, I pulled my towel towards me and patted my body with it. I kept my hand on the area where my clothes were placed and strangely, found it empty.

God!

I took a deep breath and wrapped the towel around my body. I slowly opened the door half-way and saw Rishabh busy in his phone. "Rishabh." I called him out and he looked up.

"Hmm?"

"I forgot to bring my clothes. Can you find something for me in the bag?" I said and he nodded. Placing his phone on the bedside table, he got up and walked towards our bags. "A little faster?"

"I get it. But, why didn't you arrange them in the cupboard beforehand?"

"I'll do it later. You don't get to scold me just because you're older." I complained while peeking through the bathroom door and he turned towards me.

"Shruti!"

"Rishabh! Hurry." I sighed and watched him as he tried finding clothes from the mess I created inside my suitcase. Picking a pair of casuals he walked towards me and kept them on my hand which I had already forwarded out.

"Here you go. Wear it and don't catch cold." He said and I hummed before closing the door. After wearing my clothes I walked out and saw him doing something with my stuff. Going near him, I saw the correct scene.

He was arranging our clothes in the cupboard!

So caring...

"Rishabh?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm free and there's nothing much I have to do." He sighed and I sat beside him.

"Should I help you?"

"Ofcourse." He said and I pulled one of the bags towards me to clear everything out. After putting almost everything inside, my gaze went towards a black bag kept beneath my night clothes.