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Chapter 4 : Two Peas In A Pod

Gauravi was proud of herself. She had woken up early and fresh. She had jogged around the Oberoi garden for thirty-minutes and then had a lavish bath. This time in the bathroom attached to her room.

She was ready before time. She hummed to herself applying the moisturizer. Picking up her shoulder bag she headed out of her room, with her head held high. She was about to turn to the right when she heard Nishaant's muffled voice. Stopping in track she turned around. She heard another muffled grunt from his room.

What on earth is he doing?

Curiously she walked ahead and peeked through the ajar door.

Her eyes widened. No wonder he was panting and grunting. She should have understood!

He was shirtless. His bare body flaunted his well sculpted back which was glistening because of the layer of sweat that covered it.

If that wasn't sexy, she didn't know what was.

Gauravi couldn't help but stare at his well-maintained body. She swallowed hard. It wasn't right to check out a man when he was exercising, was it?

Turn away, Gauravi. He's trouble for you.

She backed out before he turned and took notice of her. While walking downstairs she couldn't help but wonder how he'd be looking from the front.

She paused midway on the stairs.

Wait, Why am I ... thinking this way? She mumbled to herself.

She shook her head. He didn't deserve her attention. He was snobby and had too much ego already. She remembered the previous night where he walked in without permission.

Hell, he even taunted her at the dining table. She made a resolve to ignore him and a few recent facts. Namely, she had shared his first kiss with him, he had a really hot body and that he had beautiful deep eyes and... she shouldn't be making this list.

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Nishaant made his way to the dining area. His eyes scanned around only to stop at her.

There she sat dressed in a simple black sleeveless top. Her long raven hair tied up in a bun. She was laughing and playing with Aayush.

Her smile was gorgeous, he noted. His eyes dropped slightly lower fixated on her lips. Damn, smudged in gloss, they were more inviting than ever. He was strangely attracted to the petite young woman. His eyes glided lower to her collarbone. How would it feel to have his fingers graze that spot?

"Lambu!"

Nishaant grimaced hearing that and tore his gaze away from their guest. He wondered what irritated him more, the fact that he could no longer taste her with his eyes or the fact that Daadi called him Lambu in front of her.

He hated when his grandmother called him that. It was as though she was punishing him for being tall.

"Good morning Daadi!" He greeted sitting on the chair across the table from the one their guest sat on . He greeted the others as Raashi put a paratha onto his plate.

At the sight of the paratha glistening with home made butter, Gauravi was forgotten. Although Raashi made very very scrumptious food, they were generally unhealthy for his body. He wasn't complaining, he could always work out more, especially if it was to be able to eat these parathas.

"Raashi, just look at the amount of butter you've applied to the paratha. It's almost like you've dipped it in liquid butter." Shiv reprimanded chewing his bland boiled egg instead.