Untouchable

Untouchable - Chapter 17

Chapter 17:
I'm About to Fall For You

Describing my morning as "bad" would be a gross understatement. No words could adequately capture the cringe, frustration, and overwhelming sense of annoyance that engulfed me during these early hours.

"Why won’t you answer my question?" Aoom’s annoyingly soft voice cut through the tension, sending an unsettling shiver down my spine.

She was nestled behind Meena on the couch, a stark contrast to Meena, who was completely absorbed in her books sprawled across the coffee table. Her glasses rested precariously on the bridge of her nose as her brow furrowed in concentration.

In all my years of knowing my little sister, I've never been simultaneously shocked, amused, and infuriated by her. How could she stay so engrossed in her reading while Aoom loomed over her with that irritatingly sweet expression? Their disgustingly sweet interaction was insufferable today, and I was so fed up. Ever since I woke up, their incessant chatter had invaded my ears, making me question how I could possibly remain in the same room without losing my sanity.

"Are you serious? You just asked her if she’d still love you if you were a cockroach!" I couldn't help but interject as I took a tense seat across from them, my arms crossed defensively. "Are you out of your mind, or are you just messing with her?"

"Yes, babe, I’d still love you even if you were just a cockroach," Meena replied, her eyes glued to her pages, seemingly unbothered by the ridiculousness of it all.

The sweetness of their exchange felt suffocating, and I was done pretending not to hear their romantic banter.

"Ugh, you’re both insufferable! I wish you two would just get diabetes," I exclaimed, standing abruptly. I had a whole day ahead of me, and I wanted it to be productive, not wasted on listening to these lovebirds cooing at one another.

"Oh, Char, you’re just bitter. You really should go out and have some fun. Maybe you’ll meet someone," Aoom said, her chin resting cheerfully on Meena’s shoulder.

"And go through what I did with Mew? No thanks," I grumbled, ready to retreat to my room when a sudden knock on the front door diverted my attention.

Who was the intruder daring to bypass our gate? My patience was already wearing thin. I opened the door with the intention of unleashing my frustration towards that two sickening lovers to the person outside, but the words caught in my throat when I saw who stood on the doorstep.

"Miss Waraha?"

Engfa stood confidently, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket over a simple white shirt, paired with comfortably worn loose jeans and sneakers. Her signature dark sunglasses rested casually on her head, accentuating the effortless style she exuded. Her hair was stylishly swept up, framing her face and highlighting her striking features. She was undeniably captivating--she looked handsome, again, if it was possible for a woman to look like that.

"Why aren’t you dressed yet?" she asked, as if I had known I was supposed to be today.

"What do you mean? It’s my day off." I replied, confusion knitting my brows.

"You’re supposed to accompany me today, right?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow in expectation.

"Wait, I never agreed to that." I said but she quickly brushed me off with a wave of her hand.

"Whatever. I’m already here, so you might as well get dressed and come with me. I drove all the way from my penthouse." I stood dumbfounded as Engfa swept through the doorway, completely disregarding the lack of invitation.