(Kruthi's POV)
The morning sun rays fell on my face gently. I opened my eyes. First blur and then everything clear.
I was laying on the couch.
And he was laying on the bed.
I rubbed my eyes and silently yawned before getting up and going to freshen up. It was a nice day. Bright sunshine, cool breeze and clear sky. My hands found a brown saree with a white strap blouse. Fine enough.
Then a slight sound.
Goosebumps ran through my body. My eyes slightly widened at the intruding sound.
Then another sound.
I turned around suddenly.
Ugh..Vivaan. Yes, he was the one making different sounds of mumbling while changing positions asleep.
I stared at him for a moment. How can someone be this...weird?
Well, they can be. I am weird myself. No complains.
And for the first time, I believe- I noticed how... adorable his features were. He looks cute when asleep. I took a silent step towards him. A small smile, not specifically small but, a smile appeared on my face.
That type of smile which appears, when you internally are well aware of the chaos you are about to unleash. Even if it is not funny, you do it.
He was sleeping peacefully. His eyelashes are... beautiful. Cheeks slightly chubby and lips pouty. Only if I was allowed, God knows I would have pulled his cheeks or pecked him innumerous times. But no, he's that rude khadoos tiger, not a cute baby.
I hate this kink of 'love cute' in my mind. I mean why? I literally love babies, perhaps that's the reason I attract babies without making them cry. But this, THIS BIG MAN. I wouldn't mind making him cry.
But I want to pinch him.
A voice inside me screamed.
I forwarded my hand slowly. Even the air could have made the slightest noise which I avoided gladly.
And booped his nose gently.
He stirred but didn't wake.
I took my hand back suddenly and rushed to the bathroom.
Moments later I came out finally. He was still asleep. I am sure ki agar Mr.typical Vivaan Malhotra would have witnessed this Mr.Sleepy Vivaan Malhotra, he'd have punched him five times together.
Then his phone ringed, snapping me out of the thoughts.
God his calls and business... so irritating.
I bet his calls are his alarm for mornings.
I silenced his phone and remembered the last night, khichdi served to him.
I should probably pick it up. If he didn't eat that toh then it'll be ruined.
I went to the nightstand and picked up the utensils. But there was less weight inside, less than last night. I removed the covering plate and yes, half of the bowl was empty.
So, this cute..
NO!
Idiot - had the dinner. Little but okay.
I looked at myself for one last time in the mirror and again-
His phone ringed.
I silenced it deliberately again, but a notification caught my attention.
9:30 AM today, emergency exit.
W-what did that even mean?
I pushed off the thoughts aside and went downstairs.
It's not nice of me to invade his privacy, besides I can ask him when he wakes up.