| Lavanya |
"YOU! In this house." Agastya points his index finger at me with a certainty that is making me uncertain about my decision.
Before walking out of my room, his face muscles clenched and he gulped. Agastya looks flustered at his own choice of words yet I know that what he just said, is a command, not a statement or a wish. I stir at my place and suddenly, I have grown skeptical about what to do.
He has weakened my resolve to go. I don't know what to do.
An hour back, I was in his room and there was darkness all around me. The weather still seemed cold, and I hugged myself, even while being under the blanket. It felt like I was under some spell, like those movies, sleeping for ages. I yawned loudly when I woke up from my beauty sleep. I felt lethargic and drained out. I looked around and I didn't recognize the surroundings.
It - isn't my - house. Wait. Where am I? What happened last night?
Numerous thoughts rushed in my mind. My eyes fell on the alarm clock, it was 10 in the morning and then it made sense. A small picture on the side table said it all.
NO WAY!
NO FUCKING WAY AGASTYA.
I mentally screamed.
How the hell did he bring me here again? In his fucking house.
After whatever happened last night, he was the last person I'd want pity from. My head pained and I saw the IV attached to my hand. The glucose drip was over, so I carefully removed the IV, my hand was sore. I stood up from the bed quickly and went to freshen up when I realized what I was wearing. It was his hoodie.
Who the hell made me wear it? I would kill him with my bare hands if -
I looked for him in the other rooms on that floor, also the one where he kept me like a hostage last year, but he was nowhere to be seen. One thing that I noticed was, his house didn't look the same.
Previously, it was happy, beautiful and colourful. Blue, beige and white. There were so many of Natasha's pictures but now everything seems empty - the walls, the house, his heart. I'm sure that he hasn't thrown them away but has hidden them from the world, only for him to see and relish whenever he wants. I am sure. His love for her is all about protecting her and safeguarding her memories, even her lies and her betrayal. Otherwise, we never had reasons to be at loggerheads.
Today, when I glanced around, his house was painted with darkness. Fine greys and black with dim lights to add to the gloom and silence, yet it was stunning. The house is still a marvel.
Just like Agastya. It isn't welcoming anymore, but captivating. It's not cozy, but oddly safe. It doesn't have pictures hanging on the wall, but so many memories stuck here, lost and never found.
His house looks finally belonged to its owner.
Nevertheless who cares.
I stepped down the stairs quietly only to find that guy in the kitchen.
Agastya 'Devil' Raichand was cooking breakfast, with just an apron on his upper body. Who allowed him to roam half naked with a girl in a lonely plot? Thankfully, he was still in sweatpants.
What on earth - I gulped on seeing the movements of his muscles as he stirred the spatula. My eyes didn't move an inch away and I was mentally slapping myself for drooling on the man who mistreated me a few hours ago. It hadn't been a complete day to last night and I was already ogling at him?
YOU ARE READING
The Blurred Lines
Romance"Oh Love! You are finally here. And I" he took a pause and roared with a sly smile "am NOT AT ALL pleased." He looked at me, as if I am his prey. Well he's a beast nonetheless. "Stop calling me Lav. It's Lavanya for you." I replied, with fierceness...
