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Part 8 Sneaking


She just paved the way for this. Saving him form his gang on Ragging. Damn had he know he would propose her later he would have punished him more on the Ragging itself.
His thoughts are interrupted as the different sound from the window snapped him out of daze.

What was now???

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The serene of silence was interrupted by the sounds of hustling from the window. What was now? He got irked by his peace disruption.  He get closer to the window.

Is it theif? He quickly took the phone from the side drawer and emergency knife he had on the drawer. Without making much sound, he hovered around the window. Again the moving sound his sharp hears heard.  A back of the person apparent to his eyes. He was about to stab the person. He was about to hit, when the person turned revealing face making him stop on the process.

"Ragini." He uttered in shock.

She blinked her eyes innocently,  and tried to put her legs on the window. And scratched her hand, and hissed in pain. "Ouch"

"Ae. Idiot. Wait I would help you. Stay in that place." He ordered and placed the knife and cell phone on his bed. "Give your hands." He extended his hands forwarded she gladly put her over his rough hand. He tighten his grip on her hand, and made her get from the small slab under the window. "I came. Thank you. " she said but the pull from the motion was more and made her stumble on his legs she fell on his chest, he landed on the bed clasping his hands around her waist automatically securing her in his embrace. She closed her eyes, liking the warmth his body generates.

He strugled to get up trying to keep her body aside. But he was lower and she was on top of him making him again fall on bed. "Get up." He ordered her irately.

"Why?" She asked blinking her eyes innocently.

"You just weigh much." He reasoned stupidly,  she pouted and stood up anyways she came here to have talk with him. Not for romance.  But with all happened.  She was feeling like having Romance.  She glanced at him sidely, well looks like she need to romance on dream or alone. The person needs to accompany was seem pissed.

"Sanskar."
He was standing aloof near the bed his mind was not present here. She could tell that his rigid form.

"Sanskar" she called him lovingly a little louder.

"Why did you come?" He asked her directly not even turn to see her. Why was he behaving like girl as if boy had secretly sneak in to her room.

"Came to see my fiancee." She replied earnestly, he turned to see her. She winked at him, "You can go. I am not in mood to talk or see anyone." He said curtly.

She sighed, why was he acting so much today? Drama queen. Oof. Drama king! "Well. I am not anyone." She came up with some considerable excuse.

He didn't seems to answer her back, while she continues.  "And. If you didn't like me to come then why did you helped me get in." She asked cleverly crossing hands before her chest. She moved to his side and gently touched his arms. He pat off his hands. "Sanskar. This is too much. Okay, I did wrong.  I am so sorry. Please apologise me." She said him holding her hands on the ear. Looking at him, with her puppy eyes. Begging for apologise.

"It's not wrong.  It's more than that. You talked with him.  Who proposed you? And having deal with him." He said angrily staring into her eyes. She still didn't took her hands, even he didn't pushed her off. She needs to take it easier, two peoples talking and fight would always worsen situation.

"I know Sanskar. It was wrong.  But he is my friend.  He changed now. Recovered his mind back.  I told him I can't love him." She said gently making her best to make him understand situation. 

"I already told you to get away from boys. After Laksh fiasco. Why can't you understand? What I feel!" He said grabbing her hands tighter. "I'm sorry." She repeated almost broke into tears. She hates him fighting with her. She was not feeble. But her feelings towards him overpower her always. She should have stopped talking to them. If he dislikes it this much.

"Ragini. Stop crying." He said leaving his hold, scratched his head in frustration.  Why can't he gentle and make her understand?  But what would he tell? He never likes her being with other men. He was so much possessive of his things. When it comes to her, he would always cross those limits of possessive and hurt her.

"I'm sorry." She repeated again sniffling her sobs by nesting her head on his chest. "It's okay. Don't cry." He said soothing her patting her back. He took her head from his chest and looked at her eyes, tears were still on her eyes.  He wiped off her eyes with his thumb, gesturing her to not cry. "I hate this tears. Coming from your eyes. Filling your eyes by them. And not by me." He said with a smile. He smacked his arms playfully letting out a chuckle.  God! She don't know, with what he gets possessive from. With her tears, this was too much.

"Had you eat?" She queried in care. He nodded no in lying. When her glares made him indicates no. "Wait here." She said making him sit on the bed like a kid. And ran to the window taking something from their.

She picked up a cover full package, he raised brow in confusion. "I had brought food for you." She replied his unasked question,  as he nodded happily. She started placing the food on the plate in which he had kept fruits always in. And brought the food before him. He smiled at her caring. She gave him food and he denied it. She took the plate and started feeding his Aloo paratha with her hands. He happily took the food in his mouth while he leaned on her shoulder. 

"I shouldn't have done that. " He said out of blue making her confuse.

"What?"

"Our condition" he answered taking the food.

"It's all okay, I have no worries in that sanskar. " she tried to cheer him.

"It's mine mistake to put that condition.  And so much idiot of you to even oblige for that."

"Hey. I am not idiot. " she quickly denied,  if he was not in good mood, it doesn't mean he can say idiot about her.

"You're" he said with smile.

"Tell me one reason. That makes you feel I am idiot." She asked putying hands on her hips.

"Your love on me. It makes me think you idiot. Your care on me. It makes me confirm that you're surely idiot."

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