Eshanya's clenched jaw ticked away with the ticking wallclock, frustration built up within her.

It was all pent up together.

Jaiswal, the rumours, the headlines, Sharmin, and her own career.

Sharmin was desperate to earn attention.

And she was well aware of it.

But she couldn't let her win this time.

Not this time, not this once.

She was going to have the last laugh this time, and Sharmin would have no choice but to watch and accept defeat.

'You SHOULD try covering this song!'

She remembered her managed Geetika's insistence on covering the song River by Bishop Briggs out of the blue.

Huffing to herself she kicked her feet in the air, recalling her own response as well.

'Those are not the kind of songs I cover! I love exploring but...this...this is too....explicit. It's not my cup of tea.'

' Eshanya you won't know unless you try. I'm not asking you to sing it live or perform it, just try it out in the studio?'

She let out a groan, why was she so persistent over a mere song?

To build up further frustration and make things even worse, Yashasvi and Eshanya were papped on their way home from a 'date' and now, media was waiting outside her penthouse building.

So Yashasvi had to switch routes, take a longer one to loose the paparazzi and he got her to his house instead.

She'd thought he lived with his parents, but as per new found knowledge, his parents lived nearby, but not with him.

Gritting her teeth, she tossed her phone on the couch, massaging her forehead.

And unknowingly, the play button for the song played and her head snapped towards the phone.

But before she could turn it off, the main door opened to reveal Yashasvi's drenched self walk in.

The t-shirt plastered to his body, he took it off in frustration, muttering something incoherently under his breath, completely forgetting the presence of someone else in the room.

Her jaw fell agape, her eyes widening, her gaze raking over his bare chest, fleeting away and returning back to his infuriated face.

And she refused to admit, he looked hot.

Realising she stared, she immediately covered her eyes.

" At least go in and take it off! Have you no shame?" She gritted, as her cheeks heated up.

Yashasvi's eyes widened, as he suddenly realised she was there too.

His gaze flickered down to the discarded t-shirt, and he realised he stood bare chested.

It wasn't his fault!

He did not expect it to pour cats and dogs in mid April!

But then, it was wrong of him to ignore the cloudy sky, and the changing weather.

He was well aware that Mumbai weather could not be predicted.

Yet, he chose to ignore the sudden weather change and the weather forecast-they anyway bluffed most of the time, no one payed them heed.

His gaze flickered back to Eshanya who still had her hand over her eyes and a smirk spread across his lips, an idea creeping into his mind.

" What's wrong Singhania? Afraid that you'd be caught staring? It's perfectly fine y'know? I know I'm quite attractive."

" Shut up! Who's staring at you?"

" Oh weren't you?" He murmured innocently, walking over to her, his hands pressed to the sides of the couch, entrapping her.

" No I wasn't!" She stubbornly shook her head.

" It's okay Singhania, anyway, I'm your boyfriend aren't I? So you staring is not that big a deal. If you want you can take picture, might last longer than your current view?"

" Fake boyfriend and no thank you, I'm good! Mujhe horror cheezein dekhne ka koi shauk nahi hai, raat mein faltu ke bure sapne aayenge."

" Ah you mean wild fantasies." Yashasvi nodded and she took her hand off, her heated gaze meeting his.

" What is wrong with you?" She gritted.

" Everything darling, everything." He grinned, enjoying the sight of her all riled up.

" Tum...tum kahi replace hoke aaye ho kya? Ya apni sadu shakal aur sadu personality kisi ke saath badal ke laaye ho?" She looked at him, baffled.

Yashasvi chuckled.
" Nahi. Woh kya hai na, maine yeh tumse hi churayi hai, you know it best-how to annoy the hell out of people. I'm learning new things from my girlfriend Singhania, how dare you accuse me of stealing someone else's personality?"

Eshanya sighed, and despite the aggravation, the corner of her lips quirked up.

" I hate you y'know?"

" Oh of-course I do. The feelings are mutual. And these mutual feelings are what led us here."

Her lips parted to speak, probably to give back a counter attack, but he placed his finger on her lips, leaning even closer.

" Oh hush you! Bol bolke kabhi thakti nahi kya tum?"

His light brown orbs bore into hers, her breath hitching, simply unable to understand what exactly had happened to him.

" Yashasvi?" She murmured, but he simply stared at her.

" You're so...pretty." He said, his voice the faintest whisper that she almost missed it.

" Huh?"

His lips parted to repeat what he said, but the doorbell that rang broke them apart and stopped him.

Clearing her throat, she looked away, her cheeks heated up as she grabbed her phone.

He opened the door to reveal Riyan with bags full of food.

Yashasvi, seemingly irritated, shot him a glare as he stared at him, his jaw agape, his fleeting gaze flickering from him to Eshanya like a pendulum.

His brows drew close seeing Eshanya's disheveled self and Yashasvi bare chested, her pale cheeks coloured crimson, and his bronze cheeks turning crimson.

" Tujhe bhi abhi hi aana tha?" He grumbled under his breath as he grabbed his t-shirt and stormed away to the bedroom.

" Isse kya hua?" Riyan's brows furrowed even more, confusion taking over him and Eshanya shrugged in response.

" Ghur toh aise raha tha, jaise maine inka makeout session interrupt kar diya." He muttered under his breath as he walked in.