When I thought about starting a business, I never expected it to be this hard. The ideas I steal from Pinterest looked simple and easy but actually doing it is hard enough to make me sigh for fifteen minutes straight. One minute I'm in kitchen and the other I'm running into my room.
For some reason I thought candle making will be easy, guess my assumption were all fake. The melting of wax shaping and molding, even mixing essence is hard. Not to mention that I'm also trying to hide from certain someone which is really not helping since there are three wagging tails following my each step.
It's has been three days since our fight, or more like his weird comments. I still make breakfast and dinner for him, and he still do not touch it. Most of the time he is not in home and when he is I try to hide in my comfortable room with three barking and not so quite dogs. They do greet him at the door but then they come running into my room in hopes of getting treat. Maybe I'm spoiling the dogs with all the treats I'm giving them. Even after his not so sweet warning I still keep my door open or maybe the dogs keep it open, Nri knows how to do so.
I was mixing the right amount of essence -which is a headache- in the melted wax when my phone dinged making me wince when a few drop essence dropped more into the liquid.
An unknown flashed at my screen with two texts written below it.
"We are going out. "
"Be ready at 5 straight. "
I did not needed to guess after all there are only two persons who barks orders at me, first is my father and second being yamraj himself. The least he could do was to ask me nicely, but then again I was avoiding him at any means and I think he also know this.
I wonder where he is taking me now, another place to insult me or maybe a cliff to push me off. This time, I didn't think much about my attire as I was already being talk of the town from my last outing.
When the clock hit five I was still struggling with the zipper that was in the back. Look I love wearing salwar suit and anarkali but the only thing I hate is the zip that is provided in the back, back at home, my nanny was my life saver for this but here I don't think I will be able to wear any of my favourite suits. My makeupp and hair was done, I've even wore my sandals just the zipper was open... means I was naked from the back.
Knock, Knock, Knock a three times knock, means the yamraj was here for my soul. Now, this will be a very awkward situation. I was in the dresser and he was outside my room, means even if I will shout at him, he will probably not hear it. And I really am not going to open the door with my back bare at display.
Think Kavya, think. Use the last two braincells that is left after watching all the K-dramas.
Bam, Bam, Bam. This time he didn't knock, he tortured the door with his big scary hands.
Now I tried every nook and canny to pull the zipper up but it was wasted and resulted my hands to get cramps and my hair to get stuck in the it resulting me to hiss out in pain.
"I'm coming in. "
His voice was steady but unsure at the same time. Jeez how can he come into a lady's room without permission. Doesn't he get some basic etiquette lesson.
"Woman, you in there. "
Now he was standing outside my bathroom door ready to bust in any second if I don't reply, so I did... it just didn't come out properly. More push and pull and more hairs are tangled, at this point I want to scream out in pain.
"Y-yeah."
"Everything ok? "
"Yes, I'm all good. "
Just my hand is busting with pain, and hairs are going to fall off from my head. I felt my eyes getting moist, I blinked my eyes trying not to ruin the mascara I wear not so long ago.
"Are you sure. "
"Yes, yes I'm. "
Please just go, it will be so embarrassing if he look at me like this. Oh, who am I kidding, just when I finished this man barged in like a bull with his one hand carrying a gun... A GUN!!! Why does have a gun and I'm 100% sure he did not went into his room to take it out from whatever corner people hides their weapon at. Means that he carry a gun everyday. Means when I was calling him a monster he could've blanked it out in me.
He moved forward, I moved backwards this followed until I was gluing to a wall wanting it to sallow me whole. He was again wearing a suit just no tie this time.
"What were you doing? "
None of your business... only if I was able to say this straight to his face.
He slowly tucked the gun back to his waist after eyeing every corner with his hawk like gaze. How do his office staffs even work for him, his one gaze is enough to scare the any soul.
"I asked -he rested his right arm aside my head on the wall- what were doing princess. "
What should I say, that I'm struggling with a simple zipper for nearly half an hour or that I stuck my hair in it and it is hurting like my hair will fall off.
Rather than saying something I stayed quite thinking of ways to get him out of here. Should I just kick him out or should I politely ask him to get out.
"My patient is running low princess. "
"Nothing. "
"Hmm? From your little researches you must've known how I don't do well with liars, right princess. "
I know, I've read the article quite many times to remember it well. An article that says how he nearly killed a man with his bare fists because he lied about his investments and how that man is in coma till now.
"Now tell me again, what were you doing Kavya? "
His voice was more cold now sending chills down my spine. His figure hovers over mine. Even through I know that I'm not small he makes me feel like a short girl. And I know that being 5'7 is definitely not consider as short, not in India at least. And this man here is huge as in huge, he is nearly 6'3 or 4 with lean muscles and scary handsome features.
"My hair is stuck. "
My voice came out meek and scared. Scared because last time he was this close it did not went well.
"Hmm... "
I continued without looking up at him.
"The zipper is in the back and I'm not able to close it. - A little sneak at his face which was asking me to continue with same cold glare in his forest green eyes- I tried but it only resulted in my hair getting stuck and my hands being cramp. "
His gaze first went to my hands from which I was clutching kurti with for my dear life and then at back at my hair which was being sandwiched in between the wall and me.
"Turn. "
"Kya? "
What does he even mean by turn, there is no way in million years I'm turning to give him a look at my back, no nope.
"No? "
I shook my head as fast as I could and a low chuckle left his throat making the butterflies erupt in my stomach, oh seesh wrong guy, quite down.
I was still scolding my unwelcomed butterflies when his cold hands wrapped around my waist making me stand away from the wall. I gasped and stared up at him, his eyes were already set at mine. The green of his eyes were like calm but chaotic at the same time. His eyes looked old, like they have seen many more things than a normal adult, like he has experienced many more than an adult. People know him as he has made them see him, there was not a single article about his personal life. He has kept the secrets hidden very well and I want to see them up close, I want to see the man that is hidden inside his monster cell, that he is hiding well.
I felt something pulling my hair and then it was gone, he ran his hand up and down my bare back making more butterflies to erupt and making my stomach tingle and then with one swift motion it was closed. I wonder for how many minutes I stare at those eyes of his.
He slowly dipped his head in crook of neck and sigh taking in a long breath. Both of his hands were resting on my hips.
It was minutes after, he stood straight but did not move his hands and again the annoying smirk was gracing his lips.
"Silk, here I thought you were a lace girl. "
I felt my face heating up. I knew it, this man was checking my bra material. Only if I could punch this face.
"I have heard silk slide down fast. "
Ughh!! I knew it, I hate this man.
Pushing me aside I made my way out, still hearing the chuckle behind me, and I hate to admit it but a small smile was lifting my lips up.
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