An Aesthete - A triangle love story

Chapter 8

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RK Tejaswi

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Darshana

Why are my ears ringing as a feather caresses my face?

I slowly open my eyes to find Hridhay taking his hand away from my face and scooting back on the bed, pulling the duvet up to cover his body. I sit up on the bed in shock and the events of night flashback to my mind.

"Night enna aachu?" He holds the duvet closer. (What happened last night?)

"Nee aasai padra mathiri ellam onnum nadakala. Paatha therila? I'm fully clothed." Hridhay gives me a sweeping look and I look down at me to realise the bathrobe has fallen open. (Nothing happened like your imagination. Can't you see? I'm fully clothed.)

I look back at Hridhay and he averts his eyes. I turn around pulling the sides of the bathrobe together. I hear the doorbell ringing and respond that I'll be there in a moment before getting down the bed. I look at myself in the wall size mirror next to the bed and tie my hair into a bun.

Hridhay locks my eyes in the mirror. "Appo enna yaru undress panathu?" (Who undressed me then?)

I open my mouth to say about Joseph but remember my plan to tease him. "Naan thaan." (I did.)

"What?" He looks at me shocked and the duvet slips down to his waist.

"I... I mean, I covered you with the duvet and then removed your dress." I don't meet his eyes and try to tie the robe belt together with trembling hands.

I look at the mirror by mistake to see Hridhay scooting to my side before pushing off the duvet and sliding down the bed. In terror, I leave the sides of the robe belt and the robe falls open, covering the glory of Hridhay. He stands behind me and I close my eyes, breathing heavily.

I feel his fingers at the nape of my neck as he slides aside his fingers down my shoulders and arms. "Then you must have touched me, didn't you?"

I swallow hard as the images of me touching the scars on his back and him pinning me under him appear in my vision. I open my eyes to stop the memory but find him throwing the bathrobe around his shoulder and walking away, tying the bathrobe together. I stand there in my tanks and thigh shorts, releasing the breath that I have been holding for long and look at my flushed face in the mirror.

Gratefully, I didn't see anything. Not another naked body to get confused with the art I have seen before.

Arrghhh.

Hridhay was cute when he was drunk. Now he is somber and back to his monster mode.

Cute ah? Athu ellam nee solla koodathu. Yen solra nee?

I glare at myself in the mirror and Hridhay returns with two paper bags. "Your dress." He leans and places one of the paper bags on the bed, a little closer to me.

Hridhay turns to walk away but stops and looks at me. He drops the bag in his hand on the bed and steps towards me. I take a step back as he stalks forward like a predator.