𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( Duet #1 )✔️

31. mood wings

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Rudhransh pov.....

As the soft glow of the night lights illuminated the darkness, I stepped into my room, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the silence. I had a task at hand - to inform Drewdrop to get ready for the dinner gathering that was about to take place. My friends would be arriving any moment now, and I knew I had to be prepared. But as I looked around the room, my mind wasn't preoccupied with thoughts of my friends or the impending dinner party. No, my mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of the one person who had been occupying my every waking thought - my Baby, my  Akshita

With a smile on my lips, I walked further into the room, the sound of the door creaking shut behind me. I poked the door with my key, a habit I had developed over time, given that Prisha always seemed to lock the door from the inside. It was as if she didn't want me to live with her in the room, but I had found a way around that. I had keys, after all, and I wasn't afraid to use them. How many times had I told her that I couldn't live without her, even for a second? But still, she loved to trouble me, to push me to my limits and see how far I would go.

As I walked further into the room, I called out to her, expecting her to respond, to tell me where she was. But there was only silence. The room was empty, and I was left standing there, feeling frustrated and annoyed. Where was she? I wondered, my mind racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Had she run away from me again? The thought sent a surge of anger through me, and I felt my blood boil with rage. Why did she always do this? Why did she always run away from me?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, as I looked around the room carefully. That's when I saw it - the bathroom door was slightly ajar. I heard the sound of water dripping from the showerhead, and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Was she really in there? I felt a surge of excitement mixed with anticipation, as I stood there, frozen in place.

And then, suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and Prisha stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her hair was dripping wet, and her skin was glistening with droplets of water.

As I stood there, frozen in place, I noticed that Prisha was humming a soft tune, completely unaware of my presence in the room. Her voice was like music to my ears, and I felt my heart swell with love and adoration for her. But as I continued to gaze at her, my mind suddenly went blank, and I was left standing there, shamelessly staring at her. My eyes were fixed on the droplets of water that were trickling down her skin, and I couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to be drawn to the curve of her cleavage.

It was only when my eyes met hers that I was jolted back to reality. Prisha's smile faltered, and her eyes widened in shock and anger as she took in my presence. She let out a loud scream,

"Ahhhhh! You bastard!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage. She took a step closer to me, her eyes blazing with fury, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized I was in trouble.

But in her haste, Prisha seemed to have forgotten that she was only wrapped in a towel. As she moved closer to me, the towel slipped from her grasp, falling to the floor with a soft whisper. I felt my eyes widen in shock as I took in the sight of her naked body, but before I could even process what I was seeing, my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, and they closed shut, as if to protect me from the temptation that stood before me.

I was able to hear Prisha's soft breaths, and the sound of her sobs as she seemed to be trying to compose herself. I felt a pang of guilt and regret for having stared at her, and I knew I had to make things right.

"I turned my back to her,"  , trying to sound calm and composed.

"I didn't see anything. Go wear your clothes," I added, trying to give her some privacy and dignity. But there was no response from Prisha, only the sound of the bathroom door closing again, leaving me standing there, feeling awkward and unsure of what to do next.