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Entering the room, after completing my nighttime routine, I saw Aryan sitting on the bed with a laptop in front of him.
Doesn't he get tired of working twenty-four-seven?
We were staying at Aryan's ancestral home in the town, which was more like a palace and less like a house. And because a lot of his relatives and family were also staying here for the wedding, we had to share a room. Like a normal couple. Of course.
And share a bed too, if I forgot to mention it explicitly.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. When he glanced at me briefly, I instructed, "You will be taking the couch."
He looked up from the screen, at me in slow motion, as if I had told him to jump off the balcony. "And why would I make such a sacrifice for you? What are you? The Queen of England?"
I furrowed my brows, pressing my lips together. "Because that's the gentlemanly thing to do?"
He shot me a lopsided dimpled smile, closing his laptop. Leaning forward, he asked, "What gave you the impression that I am a gentleman by any means?"
My nose flared, as I yanked my pillows from the bed, intending to march towards the sofa. "Forget about it. I will sleep on the couch."
Just as I started the pull the comforter off, a hand latched on my wrist, tugging me into the bed. I fell on the mattress with an oomph.
Aryan rolled onto, to lay on his stomach, suddenly too close to me. He tucked a piece of rogue hair behind my ear, peeping up at me. "It's so easy to rile you up, you know that?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. But then an idea came to my mind. A devious idea. It's easy to rile me up, he says. I will show him.
Giving him a sweet, innocent smile, I trailed my fingers from his cheek, working through his hair with a feather-light touch, finally settling at the top of his shoulder. An amused grin covered his face, as I wandered my hand to his chest.
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