Drishti's POV:

College at 9 which meant that I had to wake up at 7 or 8. Oh god. "Are you crazy or what? Mr. Shergill?"

"What's wrong princess?"

"Are you even serious? How will I get up so early?"

"Sleep early. That would be the best suggestion"

"Keep your suggestion with you please, I can't wake up that early.

I went straight to my room not in mood to argue with the man whom I fought with every now and then. One sided fights.

After an hour I felt hungry so I went downstairs to find something to eat only to find Rakshit hissing in pain holding his finger.

"What the fuck happened to you ?" He looked at me and maintained a serene smile. His smile was something that was never going away.

"Nothing, just a small cut."

"What were you doing that you a cut?" I asked him while opening the fridge and grabbing out a water bottle from it.

"I was making some white sauce pasta for you. It's your favorite, right?"

I stood there where I was surprised.

How did he know?

Drishti, maintain a like deserve. He shouldn't feel that you are soft and try getting attached to him because whenever dad finds me someone its just bad.

"Is it ready?" I asked, to divert the topic.

"Just in a minute. I just washed my finger and now I'm going to finish cooking"

"You mean to say you didn't bandaid the wound when your finger was cut?"

How careless this man was! He didn't even care.

"I was about to..."

"Seriously? Like when? The 30th of February?"

"I was about to!"

"I don't trust you"

"Then don't trust me!" He made an annoyed face and turned around holding his finger.

"Yeah, I know. So I'll do that" I went towards him and held his hand while he simply gave me a shocked look followed by a smile. "Don't smile too much"

"Trying to act like you're tough, aren't you?" He smiled at me.

"Stop that smile. I hate you and when you smile my mind explodes!"

"If that's what makes you happy then how little a cost I am paying for your happiness" he had the nerve of giving me a wink.

"Stop flirting around!"

This time he gave no smile. I could feel his hands tremble in his my grip as the cut was deep enough to make him feel all the pain.

"You know what, give me my finger back" he pulled his hand back. Right now he acted just like a child, trying to prove that he is all grown up. "I can do this. You stir this pasta, get your plate and go upstairs. Don't make it messy" He slightly glared at me.

"Ok fine" I left his finger and did as he directed. Soon I saw it was ready and filled my plate with the pasta.

I went upstairs, laid back in my bed and started surfing through Netflix looking for a great series which I could enjoy but my mind kept pondering over his thoughts.

How could this man remain so cool? He was too calm. And that was seriously driving me insane.

The plate of pasta was still full since my mind was only concerned about his finger. I had seen the cut and it seemes pretty bad. Seeing him I could tell that he was not the best person when it came to taking care of himself and doing first aid.

I had to check on him once.

So I went downstairs only to find him applying ice around the cut while blowing air on it.

Idiot!

A big one!

Moron!

"How pathetic! You can't even do that" I taunted from near the stairs but he ignored me.

He grabbed a first aid box while trying to band aid his index finger but was failing miserably. Couldn't this man do anything on his own?

"Can't you do that properly?"

"I am trying to!" He looked a cute innocent kid complaining about his chocolate being stolen.

"You what. Just leave it" I kept the water bottle on the slab which I brought with me so in case he had done the first aid I would act like I was there to fill the bottle. I went towards him as he kept looking at me with questioning eyes. "Sit on the slab"

"I'm too big for that''

"Don't you dare complain because I can see what you are doing" he turned his head away in defeat.

He sat on the slab while I grabbed his hand and cleaned the wound. After soothing the pain with my breath I gently dried it with a cotton towel lying right beside him. I undid a bandaid and wrapped it around his finger carefully.

I wasn't being soft for him. Point to be noticed I only wanted him to be okay cuz he was going to cook for me.

Yeah.

"Thank you"

"Welcome" saying this I went back to my room, started surfing through the internet watching DIY videos and some awesome 5 minutes craft which would be not less than any drastic catastrophe if I tried them.

They were already dumb, and me doing them would make them dumber.

The day was indeed long for me. The thought that I was married, that too a normal man was freaking me out.

"Princess?" I heard him knocking at the door and calling me out.

"Come in" He came inside and sat down beside me. Remember that my bed was a sort of floor? I mean the mattresses were laid on the floor but they were seriously cozy.

"I didn't ask you to sit, did I?" He was about to stand again "I was just, you know what, leave it and sit down. Now what?" Didn't knew he would be so, say, obedient.

"I just came here to ask you will you get up tomorrow or do I need to wake you up?"

"What the hell!! I ain't a kid Rakshit. I can wake up on my own"

"But I have heard that you are a sleeping beauty?"

"Don't call me that"

"Well, I was gonna call you a snoring big wild cat" nevermind.

"Sleeping beauty was okay" This man has got gut. The Great Drishti Sharma. Err!!! Now The Great Drishti Rakshit Shergill.

Why was I even attaching my name to his?

"So?"

"Okay. You can wake me up. Acting like an alarm?" I smirked at him.

"Anything for you" this man was going to be my death one day.

"How about you help me in applying my nail paint then?"

Trying to act bossy, yes for sure!

"Your fingers hurt?" I tell you to stand up, you stand up. I tell you to help me, you think you are hilarious?

Was he trying to be sarcastic? Was he insulting me?

"What do you mean?" I shifted right next to him and leaned closer to him while he was getting back seeing the look on my face. I was feeling like a hollywood movie hero who was trying to overpower a woman.

"No. I didn't mean to offend you. I just meant if you are okay?" I was actually not going to believe that but the look he held in his eyes made me belive that he was trying being funny. "I'll do it"

"Okay. Here's the black one" He giggled seeing the black colored nailpaint.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing" he raised his hands in surrender and opened the nail paint bottle.

I forwarded my hand and sat back plugging my headset again to the bluetooth of my phone listening to some music while he held my hand applying the nail paint.

Something unknown was sending tickling sensations down my fingers making me go MIA in my classy state. His fingers holding my hand indeed Making me think if he was actually good or pretending it like everyone else.

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