Accidentally, In love ( UNDER EDITING )

Chapter 24 : I Hate SKYPE.

Chapter 24 : I Hate SKYPE.

“Zoya, Zoya get up.” Arnaud shakes me gently trying to wake me from my slumber.

“Two more minutes Arnaud,” I say and burrow under my cozy blue blanket not wanting to let go of my dream where I was hugging and talking a mile a minute with Sharukh Khan my favorite Bollywood actor.

“Zoya, I’m really sorry to disturb you but you need to wake up.” He says with a tone of urgency in his voice.

“Arnaud, we just got back yesterday, I’m very tired. Please let me sleep. I’m jet lagged.” I mumble into the pillow.

“I know baby but you need to get up. There is a woman on your laptop screen frantically screaming the house down once she saw me. I think she might have a coronary if she does not see your face.” He says trying to help me understand the gravity of the situation.

I got up instantly, “ Come again, what happened?” I ask him.

“There is a woman….” Arnaud starts

“Yes. I got that part, but what were you doing on my laptop?” I ask him.

He gives me a lopsided sheepish grin, looking a tiny bit embarrassed and says “ I went to make us both coffee and I saw your Mac light blinking so I switched it on, thinking it might be your research guide sending you another mail, I know how annoyed you get when you see his mails late and before I knew it, this woman was on screen screaming hysterically asking what I had done with you, and how much ransom I wanted in order to set you free.”

I smile at the sweet intentions of this man standing in front of me and before I can comprehend my own thoughts, I kiss him smack on the mouth. He looks as awestruck as I am. He pulls me in for another quick kiss.

We break apart and Arnaud still breathing heavily tell me, “Zoya, I would love for us to spend the day together in this bed sleeping but that woman on screen will keep haunting me, so please go and see what she wants and tell her that I’m your boyfriend and I did not kidnap you. You live-in with me.” He says with a hint of possessiveness and he pulls me closer to his body and nips my ear slightly.

I nod still reeling under the shock of his words.

Boyfriend, live-in.

 I have a boyfriend. I can’t keep the smile out of my face. I want to run out and tell the whole building that Arnaud is my boyfriend. But of course they might have guessed that we were a couple as we were living in the same house.

While I’m lost in my own dreams Arnaud brings me back to reality reminding me about the lady on screen.

I quickly brush my teeth and cautiously approach my Mac which is lying on the dining room table. As I come closer, I can see a familiar fair oval faced shape, hair the colour of salt and pepper tied in a bun, spectacles perched on the nose hiding the jet black eyes that were currently appraising me and a mouth that had not stopped since I entered the room.

“Hi Ma,” I say slowly.

“Zoya Subramaniam-” My mother starts,

Oh boy. I know I am in deep trouble. Sentences that begin with my full name generally do not have happy endings. I learnt that by experience.

"Zoya Sybramaniam, Mrs Narayan called why did you break their glass pane?"

"Zoya Subramaniam, your Economics professor called, Where were you during the lecture?"  Her voice broke me from my reverie.

‘Ma, it’s such a pleasant surprise, how are you? How is Papa? And Pia? I have not spoken to her in a long time. How’s Nani and Dadi?” I continue pleasantly trying to distract her form the topic at hand and hoping to God it works.