We should stop pretending to be in love when all of it is adorably real.

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HRIDAY'S POV

It was 02:30 am when my phone buzzed. Before I could wake up properly and reach out to pick up the call, it was disconnected.

And then, my eyes fell on the screen.

It was her.

I panicked and called her. Multiple times, not once. But she didn't pick up.

Sweat beads fell down my throat as my mind spiralled through the possibilities of her calling at that time. Without any further thought, I went downstairs and started my car.

And then, at 2:57 am, I was in front of her house.

I peeped through the car window. Everything looked fine except this restless heart of mine. So, leaving all the hesitation behind, I stepped out and walked to the main gate.

All the lights were off. I cross-checked. But then I found the light in one of the rooms, one that was on the left, was on.

It must be hers.

But how to go there? The iron gate stood in front of me like a barrier.

Should I jump over it?
No way.
I am Hriday Singhania. I am not going to do such cheap things.

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"You?" she gasped.

"Of course, whom else did you expect after calling me at this hour?" I asked, catching my breath.

Damn. It wasn't as easy as it seemed.

I almost broke my leg while jumping to the other side.

"Oh God, it was by mistake. I didn't intend to call you," she said, slapping her forehead.

What the heck?

All that worry for an unintentional call?

"Are you for real, Mrs Singhania?" I asked and took a step toward her.

"Are you for real, Mr Singhania?" She asked, doing the same. We stood closer.

"What if someone else saw you? Thank God that I came here. Otherwise, you would have been in jail for sneaking into someone's house by now." She muttered, crossing her arms.

Should I tell her she looks prettier in anger?

No. No way. Not at all.

She will kill me right away.

"Excuse me?" I raised my brows. "First of all, you call me, then when I call you, you don't pick up my call. And above that, when I came to check on you like a decent husband should, you are-"

"One second," she interrupted. "Decent husband? You?" She poked my chest with her finger.

"Out of all the mess, you got these two words to start a new argument?"

"Shhhhh," she kept her finger on her lip as I said the last few words in a raised tone.

It's past midnight and I wanna scream at the trouble in front of me.

What has she done to me? I am turning into some lovesick idiot with her.

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