Adya entered the washroom making a face as he came out dressed in his night tracks and white ivory colored v-neck t-shirt. Not a word was exchanged. Once inside she stomped her foot grumpily. The whole bathing area was wet. She hated it. Not to miss the enormous amount of soapy water and his tiny hair that had perhaps fallen of while he scrubbed himself. This was it. One reason why she hated using the bathroom after him. 

She quickly took a shower and changed into her night suit. A comfortable capri and a tank top. Looking into the mirror she pulled up her top. She had not the slightest clue they'd be sharing a room. She shuddered thinking of the look he'd give her seeing her in it. She hated wearing her bra at night. Those poor balls needed to be left loose at least at night. Closing her eyes she wondered about it all. What if...something happened.. Between them?

As much as she wanted to push the thought off, she realised, she somewhere down was wishing for that something to happen. Shaking her head, she washed her face with cold water. Remember, three more days and different ways. That made it even more reason to get intimate with him. Stupid man. Why did he have to be so much of a turn on?

She sighed. Getting intimate wasn't a good option. She would begin missing him even more after going back to normal life. She walked out to see him already sleeping on one side of the bed. He didn't move to see her. She should have felt happy, but she ended up disappointed. She wanted him to look.

She laid on the other side. "Good night!" He wished softly. 

Instantly a smile climbed up her cheeks. "Good night." She pulled up the duvet, the room was chilled. Despite the duvet she felt cold. God knows how he preferred sleeping at that temperature. 

"Dhruv, could you please increase the temperature? The remote's on your side's table," she finally said freezing. Her hands, cheeks, nose, feet, all seemed to have frozen. 

Dhruv frowned. Somethings never change. Sometimes he felt she did it only to annoy him. How could she feel cold in that warm track pants and winter tee she wore? "Adya, are you serious? It isn't even 22 !"

He felt her moving.He turned to her side to see her sitting. His lips parted at the sight he saw. Damn. She looked hot. " Dhruv, please."

He stared at her. That white strapped top that rested over her glowing skin in the dim night light of the room caught his attention. How he wished to push it down. Adya's breathing went out of rhythm when his scrutinizing gaze didn't stop. "Dhruv," She cleared her throat. 

"Huh. Yeah." He turned back to the other side and took the remote control of the air conditioner increasing the temperature.  She had already increased the temperature, he'd surely die of suffocation this night.

He lay back onto the mattress, his eyes wide open and his sleep lost. How long it had been since they made love? Seemed like forever now. He couldn't earse her image from his mind, the image his eyes had captured a few minutes ago. He wanted to be close to her. Feel her. Feel her breath fanning on his face. He closed his eyes. The room was so hot. His thoughts got hotter. He craved to run his fingers on her bare shoulders. No. He shouldn't get carried away with the attraction. The last thing he'd want is to complicate things between them. If they happened to get into some action, he was sure she'd expect more. Perhaps even he would. But expectations always met a brutal disappointment. 

Did he want to go back to the old them? Partly yes, partly no. Arguing everyday wasn't a very healthy lifestyle. He couldn't got through the madness again. But he missed her. Awfully. Her kisses, her care, her irritating him. He missed her every single day. Then there were days he missed her physically. He knew he couldn't get along with any other woman. Not an option. If it was someone, it had to be her. 

He opened his eyes. Sleep had ditched him. He turned slightly, she was sleeping facing him. The rich white duvet covering her till neck. He settled his head comfortably on the pillow gazing at her face. She was so beautiful. He extended his hand, steadily, brushing off the strand that cover a little of her cheeks. She opened her eyes slowly staring back at him. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. His lips parted. He had expected her to be asleep. His gaze dropped down to her collar bone.

She shifted closer, he simply looked on winderi8what the was up to. Her eyes calling out to him. He scooted closer, his hand slowly slipping over hers. She looked at their hands and then into his eyes. She moved her palm and turned it upside down. He steadily dipped his fingers into the grooves between her fingers. Their fingers began to brush. Their fingers spoke of their desires. Both of them stared at their hands. He gently began sketching with his nails over the back of her palm. Her breathing grew deeper. She gently rubbed her thumb in circular patterns over his skin at the back of his plam below his thumb.

 After what seemed like a good twenty minutes, he held her hand, abruptly although. Pulling it close to his lips he placed a kiss. She lowered her gaze not able to look into his deep eyes shining with passion. He left her hand and moved as though to turn back when she shifted closer wrapping her arm around him. She closed her eyes and turned her face to his chest. He clenched his jaw muscles and closed his eyes. He turned slightly over to her side and placed his arm around her waist. Thankful that the duvet was thick and he couldn't quite make out the curve of her body. Soon sleep took over as silence settled.

* * * 

Adya unhurriedly opened her eyes and looked around. The room was empty, showing no presence of him. She sat up lazily still wanting to sleep some more. She looked at the huge empty bed. Tempting enough. She slumped back spreading herself over the huge bed.

Dhruv entered to find her sleeping. This time sprawled all over the bed. He smiled, it had been quite a while he and seen her like that in the morning. Always a late riser. "Sleeping Beauty, hasn't the hunger beast kissed you awake yet?" He said aloud, removing his wet garments from the bag and putting it into the laundry basket. 

"Dhruv, five minutes please!"her muffled voice made him smile. He walked over to her and got on the bed stealthily and then with a grin adoring his face blew in her ear.

"Dhruv!" She stirred moving away. Oh how he loved irritating her when she was in her morning sleep. 

"Wake up. Now." He commanded pulling away the duvet. 

She groaned in sleep. Turning her face to the other side. Dhruv simply stared on. Pulling off the duvet wasn't the best idea. Her top had risen up her stomach giving a nice view of her curvy back. The strap on the left shoulder had rode down to her arm. He wanted to slip his hand inside and feel the curve of her abs and inch upwards to the swell of her chest. Maybe he could pull that strap lower and bite at her shoulder. With much effort, he tore his eyes away and got up looking everywhere but at her still sleeping figure. "Adya.."

"Where were you?" She asked sleepily sitting up. Dhruv turned to her after keeping his phone on charging. That was already charged to a ninety percent. He simply connected it not turning on the switch. He just wanted an activity to keep him from looking at her. 

"We were swimming."

"We ?" She asked rubbing the back of her neck. She winced in pain. New pillows never did good to her.

"Akshay, me and Rupaali." He spoke turning to her finally. He couldn't help but stare at the ample amount of cleavage in view as her top hung loose. He frowned when he caught her closed eyes squeezing as she pressed the back of her neck.

"What happened?"

"Ahh the neck pain...new pillow always does that."

Dhruv quickly walked over to his bag and brought out his first aid pouch. Taking out the balm he walked over to the bed. "Scoot here."

She immediately did. Nothing worked better than his massage. He placed on knee on the bed while she sat at the edge of the bed. She tied up her hair in a bun and he slowly applied the balm. His heart's erratic beat made it difficult to focus on his task. "Here?" He asked moving his fingertips and pressing into her soft skin. 

"To the right.."

"This.."

"Lower, at the junction." She spoke her eyes closed and head tilted. He was in a fix. It was so hard to keep his lips off her. 

He stared at the skin, massaging in circular patterns. He moved his fingers all the way to the other shoulder then back down to the tip of her shoulder blade. Adya's sleep vanished when his fingers began to create magic. Even though her neck hurt, her heart fluttered feeling his firm fingers. "Thanks" she mumbled. Assuming he'd understand the cue to stop. 

"Let me apply it all over. Do you want me to get a spray?" He asked, his voice brimmed with concern.

"No, it will be fine."

He began drawing with his fingertips on her neck. "Freshen up, the breakfast will be coming. We all ate downstairs."

"What?" She turned to him.

"What's the time?" 

He chuckled "ten!" 

"No!" She sat up on her knees, trying to place her legs down. The bed being spongy soft and she being on the edge, her entire balance was lost. He immediately extended his arm to prevent her from propelling forward and her stomach collided against it. Her bosom over his strong arm. She stared at him. "Sorry!" 

He gazed at her. His eyes momentarily looking at her lips. She held his arm, getting off the bed and looked at him gratefully.

"Thank you." Her lips itched to kiss his cheek. She realised she hadn't brushed. He wouldn't exactly appreciate it. 

Once inside, Adya turned beet red when she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair tied into a messy bun, her eyes puffy and her top giving nice view to her woman fulls. No wonder he was just staring. She blushed. Didn't she want all of that again? His love, his care, his presence? Her heart let out a soft yes.

* * *

Adya walked down the passageway of the hotel to towards the main reception. They had all planned to visit the Aguada fort today. Akshay, Rupaali she and her ex-husband. They made a nice group. Instead of taking a car they decided to take two two-wheelers. Akshay opted for a bike. But before Dhruv could ask for one, Adya requested for an activa. Dhruv stared at her. 

"Remember I am the boss." She whispered quickly into his ear, leaning  loser to him, grasping his bicep. For some reason, she was looking for opportunities to touch him. He smiled, his fingers brushing her cheeks and that made her step back in shock. He moved his eyes aside. She followed his eyes with her. His mother stood there. Adya smiled. "I will ride."

"Woah, do you ride a motorbike as well?"

"Oh I had tried..."

"She had tried but ended up falling. With the heavy metal vehicle over her and had to be stuck to bed for a week," He cut Adya off midway.

Adya made a face at him. Why did he have to tell the world all the bad things she got into? 

"But the fact you tried is praiseworthy." Akshay said sweetly tilting his head to see her. Dhruv's lips grew into a tight straight line. 

"How about you give it another try?" He said with sparkling eyes.

"Wonderful idea!" Adya smiled. 

"Don't even think of it. " Dhruv said taking the keys of the activa he was handed and handed it to her. "This or Back seat?" He asked. 

She gave him the look that said you-know-I-loath-you-from-the-bottom-of-my-heart. 

He smirked extending his hand. "Shall we?" She looked away. "Rupaali?" He said turning to a Rupaali who looked up from her phone. "Yeah."

Adya frowned. Too much sweetness for Rupaali! The way he called her name. Like she was a two year old kid.