your wishes, never. You can trust me,” He stated the words with a brief smile before turning abruptly and walking out, leaving her alone.
He didn’t see the lone tear roll down her cheek.
Ruhi, Shaan, marriage, love.
Bee, Grey, friendship, or mere affection?
Interplay
R uhi knocked on her husband’s door. “Grey? Are you up yet?”
“Just a minute! What’s up, Bee? Want something?”
I bet she has concocted some kind of revenge for last night , he thought with trepidation when he saw her looking terribly innocent and oh so cute holding a cup of coffee in her hand with her face scrubbed squeaky clean, a natural pinkish hue on her cheeks, and her heavy mass of hair caught up in a crooked bun. But the aroma from the fresh brew was strong enough to infuse him with happy serotonin.
Happy enough he wondered, How would she react if I kissed her? She would probably run a mile or worse use that Swiss army knife. Better to be safe than sorry. He grinned sheepishly hoping she hadn’t read his mind.
Midnight eyes appraised him. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept much. His eyes are puffy, he looks haggard, and also a little nervous. He’s probably anxious about last night. Well I’m not going to make him feel any better!
“Just wanted to check my e-mail, haven’t done so ever since I got here.”
“Oh what an idiot I am!” he said, running fingers through his tousled hair. “Of course you need to access your stuff. I should have given you the password. Let me do it now.”
Holding the door wide open, he said, “Come on in. Sorry it’s a mess.” He grinned ruefully while scrambling to right the bedsheets and scoop up the pillows, which had fallen to the floor. “I’m not used to having visitors,” he added, gathering up the books and magazines, which lay scattered all over.
“These happen to be my faithful sleeping companions, and I guess they’ll continue to serve that purpose for a long time,” he muttered, stealing a glance at her and was rewarded by a deep blush of discomposure.
“Here’s your coffee. Shall we?” she said, thrusting the cup sharply toward him.
She is gutsy, that’s for sure , he grudgingly admitted to himself while clearing the miscellaneous paraphernalia from his desk.
His life is full of books, papers, and the occasional woman—and in that order , she thought conjuring up the picture of the mysterious Des in her mind. The perception was so hilarious she clamped a hand on her mouth to stifle laughter.
His eyebrows scrunched together. “Something funny?”
She shook her head; her body shaking with mirth. “It’s just that our situation is so odd. People would have a tough time believing it.”
“Then it’d be better not to reveal the truth, wouldn’t it?”
Oh yes! Better for you while I prepare myself to be hanged and quartered.
“Here you go. The username is…” He looked embarrassed. “I should change it.” He wrote it down on a piece of paper. She looked at it and started to laugh again.
“Seems like our lives can be defined by a series of four-letter words.” Then she muttered something, which caused his jaw to drop. “And don’t you dare tell me it’s not ladylike to swear, Grey!”
“I won’t. Didn’t know you could handle it.”
“I can. I went to college.”
He laughed. “I think that’s justification enough. The password is worse. You can change it.”
She did. “Now, if you will give me some privacy please.”
“Oh, yes of course,” he said, walking out of the door.
She scoured through the e-mails, most of little consequence, which she deleted without opening. Among the rest were some that included references and certificates from her work and school, which she had made requisitions for before embarking on this nightmare of a journey.
I guess I was counting my chickens before they hatched, but what else is a new bride supposed to do? Stop dreaming?
Cousin Vinay had sent some pictures he’d taken at the wedding; her piqued
He didn’t see the lone tear roll down her cheek.
Ruhi, Shaan, marriage, love.
Bee, Grey, friendship, or mere affection?
Interplay
R uhi knocked on her husband’s door. “Grey? Are you up yet?”
“Just a minute! What’s up, Bee? Want something?”
I bet she has concocted some kind of revenge for last night , he thought with trepidation when he saw her looking terribly innocent and oh so cute holding a cup of coffee in her hand with her face scrubbed squeaky clean, a natural pinkish hue on her cheeks, and her heavy mass of hair caught up in a crooked bun. But the aroma from the fresh brew was strong enough to infuse him with happy serotonin.
Happy enough he wondered, How would she react if I kissed her? She would probably run a mile or worse use that Swiss army knife. Better to be safe than sorry. He grinned sheepishly hoping she hadn’t read his mind.
Midnight eyes appraised him. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept much. His eyes are puffy, he looks haggard, and also a little nervous. He’s probably anxious about last night. Well I’m not going to make him feel any better!
“Just wanted to check my e-mail, haven’t done so ever since I got here.”
“Oh what an idiot I am!” he said, running fingers through his tousled hair. “Of course you need to access your stuff. I should have given you the password. Let me do it now.”
Holding the door wide open, he said, “Come on in. Sorry it’s a mess.” He grinned ruefully while scrambling to right the bedsheets and scoop up the pillows, which had fallen to the floor. “I’m not used to having visitors,” he added, gathering up the books and magazines, which lay scattered all over.
“These happen to be my faithful sleeping companions, and I guess they’ll continue to serve that purpose for a long time,” he muttered, stealing a glance at her and was rewarded by a deep blush of discomposure.
“Here’s your coffee. Shall we?” she said, thrusting the cup sharply toward him.
She is gutsy, that’s for sure , he grudgingly admitted to himself while clearing the miscellaneous paraphernalia from his desk.
His life is full of books, papers, and the occasional woman—and in that order , she thought conjuring up the picture of the mysterious Des in her mind. The perception was so hilarious she clamped a hand on her mouth to stifle laughter.
His eyebrows scrunched together. “Something funny?”
She shook her head; her body shaking with mirth. “It’s just that our situation is so odd. People would have a tough time believing it.”
“Then it’d be better not to reveal the truth, wouldn’t it?”
Oh yes! Better for you while I prepare myself to be hanged and quartered.
“Here you go. The username is…” He looked embarrassed. “I should change it.” He wrote it down on a piece of paper. She looked at it and started to laugh again.
“Seems like our lives can be defined by a series of four-letter words.” Then she muttered something, which caused his jaw to drop. “And don’t you dare tell me it’s not ladylike to swear, Grey!”
“I won’t. Didn’t know you could handle it.”
“I can. I went to college.”
He laughed. “I think that’s justification enough. The password is worse. You can change it.”
She did. “Now, if you will give me some privacy please.”
“Oh, yes of course,” he said, walking out of the door.
She scoured through the e-mails, most of little consequence, which she deleted without opening. Among the rest were some that included references and certificates from her work and school, which she had made requisitions for before embarking on this nightmare of a journey.
I guess I was counting my chickens before they hatched, but what else is a new bride supposed to do? Stop dreaming?
Cousin Vinay had sent some pictures he’d taken at the wedding; her piqued
Similar Books
