Second Chance

Chapter 5

MISHTI

I move closer to the intoxicating scent around me. It smells so familiar, but I can't place where I've smelled it before. It smells so good that I don't even want to open my eyes to check where it's coming from. It calms my heart and makes me want to spend the whole day wrapped around it. I let out a sigh and feel my breath bounce back against my face. That's odd; why did that happen?

I slowly open my eyes to find out what's wrong. My eyes widen as I come face to face with a rock-hard chest. I quickly check my body to ensure I didn't do what I think I might have done. I know I drank a lot last night, but I am not one to have a drunken one-night stand. A breath of relief escapes me once I see I am fully clothed. Thank God, I didn't have a one-night stand.

I tear my eyes away from my body and look up to see the owner of the magnificent chest in front of me. Every finger is itching to rub my hands all over this beautiful man's chest, but I stop myself because I need to know who it belongs to before I take advantage of him. I unwrap his hands from around my body and pull myself away from him a little.

"Ritwik!" I say once I see his face. His eyes immediately shoot open at my voice. I can see the fear in his gaze as he looks left and right, probably looking for any sign of danger. Once he realizes there is none, he calms down. I watch as he rubs his eyes. For a split second, I forget that I woke up in bed beside him and admire how adorable he looks rubbing the wax out of his eyes. But I snap out of it once I remember where I am. 

"What the hell am I doing here?" I shout at him as I jump out of bed. I regret it the minute I do, because I end up almost falling, but Ritwik catches me quickly. I close my eyes as I try to massage the headache I just gave myself from screaming. I can't believe I shouted like that. Did I forget how much I drank last night?

"You shouldn't scream; you will make your hangover worse," Ritwik says, placing his hand above mine to help me soothe my headache.

I slap his hand away from my head and move away from him. "Don't touch me."

"How bad is it?" He looks genuinely concerned about my health, which is surprising because I know he doesn't actually care.

"None of your business," I look around the room to find his bathroom. I need something for the headache. It's terrible; I feel like removing my brain is the only solution.

"Sit down; I'll get you something for the pain." Ritwik ignores my request not to touch me and places his hands on my arms. He makes me sit down on the edge of the bed and then walks towards what I'm guessing is his bathroom.

I take this time to look around the room properly. I might hate him, but he does have good taste. That was one of the things that drew me to him in the beginning. The way he knew how to mix his colors and recognize beautiful things pulled me to him. The walls are painted black, which is not surprising. Black has always been Ritwik's favorite color. There is a lovely painting on the wall above his bed. The lights are also done beautifully. I can admit I like how his room is designed, even though I don't like him.

"Here you go," Ritwik says once he returns, placing a pill in front of me while also handing me a glass of water. I contemplate if I should take it from him or not. Ritwik might be a horrible person, but I don't believe he would physically harm me.

"Thank you." I grab the pill and the glass of water from him before quickly knocking them both back.

"Do you want me to take you home or to your friend's place where I lied and said you were at last night?" Ritwik asks as he walks to his closet. I follow him and ask him the one question I haven't been able to answer since I opened my eyes.