KRISH
Next Day
I paced restlessly around my room, my mind replaying the intense, unexpected kiss I'd shared with Trisha on the terrace last night. The memory of her soft lips crushed against mine, her fingers tugging at my hair, our bodies pressed together in a desperate, heated embrace - it all felt like a dream. Or rather, a torturous, tantalizing nightmare I couldn't escape.
“Where the hell are my sunglasses?” I muttered, frantically patting my pockets. I needed a distraction, anything to get Trisha off my mind.
Just then, Ayaan strolled in, grinning from ear to ear. “Right here, genius.” He plucked the sunglasses from my front shirt pocket and handed them to me.
I snatched them back, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I...I knew that.”
Ayaan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned closer. “By the way, what happened to your lip? Got a little nibble there.”
My fingers instinctively flew to my lower lip, and I winced at the tender soreness. Trisha's passionate bite mark was still there, a branded reminder of our encounter. I quickly glanced at the mirror, then back at Ayaan, hoping to play it off.
“Uhh, must have been something that bit me. I don't know.”
“Something, huh?” Ayaan barked out a laugh. “Or should I say someone?”
I glowered at him, willing the blush to subside.
“I have no idea what you're talking about. And if you are here to waste my time, then get out. I’ve loads of work to do yet, all thanks to your silly plan of confronting to Raghav alone in ‘The Roost’ pub.”
“Why are you being cranky?” Ayaan mocked.
“I'm not being cranky,” I muttered, cutting off Ayaan mid-sentence. “In fact, why are you in my room? Why are you not bothering your wife today?”