He was confused, his heart throbbing so loudly in his chest as he felt the softness of her breasts, her body smelling of fresh, bridal flowers. Perhaps, it was the overpowering smell that was confusing him. It had to be that. Why else, would he, Ahanay Kapoor, the owner and CEO of Kapoor Builders and Sons feel this queer sensation for this tiny chit of a girl?

He leaned away, irritated at himself for the throbbing of his heart that dulled when he tackled with the mosquito net. "This mosquito net is small so I needed you to lie down and see if it covered you." He didn't know why he was explaining himself to her, words thick and husky tumbled out of his mouth. He cleared his throat, stepping back. "Here you go. This should suffice."

The white net fell over her like a bridal veil and for the first time, he fully saw her. Perched on the bed with her legs half folded, she was tiny. Her kohl lined eyes were sharp and held a fierceness that for a moment, he was taken aback. Then his eyes travelled further down her slightly upturned nose to plump lips that sat like a rose above the pointy stem of her chin. His eyes grew droopy at how her lips glistened. That queer sensation which both excited and terrified him made him rigid. How could she look like a work of art even with those somewhat imperfect features thrown together?

No. What was he thinking? How small she was! Barely looked twenty! Yet the mosquito net was smaller and he saw her struggle to shift underneath.

He couldn't understand why he smiled or said what he did, "It's small even for a tiny person like you."

"I'm not tiny," she burst out, stretching her hands and legs as far as she could to show how big and dangerous she was. Yet, she looked like a little rat pretending to be a big, bad bear. It made him nearly laugh and he quickly turned around. This girl was driving him mad, he was sure about it now. Otherwise, he never laughed. Never. He walked towards his bed, pretending to be casual and unfurling another mosquito net. "Sure."

"I'm not tiny!" she snapped and Ahanay dropped the net in surprise at how loud her voice was. By the time he turned around, she had already closed her eyes and soon, her little snores echoed in the room. And all night as the naked moonlight danced on her face, her eyes fluttered like the twinkling stars above. He watched her. . . His eyes dark and mysterious as he planned on what all he could do to her . . .

* * *

He woke up with a start, his eyes wide open and sweat breaking out on his neck. And within seconds he recovered, grabbing the towel that he left every night beside him and wiped his neck. The early rays of the sunlight filtered in through the window and made the girl's face luminous, despite the drool that gleamed at the corner of her mouth. With the towel dangling around his neck and hair dishevelled, he watched the sun, not the less brighter one on the sky, but right there on that narrow bed, illuminating the entire room.

When he heard that he was going to be yoked together with some girl who was his father's assistant's daughter, he had mock laughed. Nobody could make him do anything against his wishes. Until she insisted. The thought of her made him tear his eyes away from Naina, almost in guilt, but more from frustration towards himself. What was happening to him? He ran his hand through his hair, getting up and entering the bathroom. With two swift movements, his t-shirt and pants were off as he stood stark naked under the running shower.

Amidst him drowning in his thoughts, he had forgotten to lock the door. And it just happened that the tiny, drowsy girl entered the bathroom. Her eyelids heavy with sleep raised and those sharp eyes widened, eyes so wide that they resembled two full-moons.

"Aaicha Gaavaat!" She screamed and Ahanay nearly turned around (thankfully for both him and her, nearly).

"What---"

"I didn't see anything!"

"You could," he said, recovering from the suddenness and fully turning around. Her eyes were squeezed shut and he smirked, amused to see the colour that rose in her face. Had she never seen a naked man before? "Are you going to sleep standing there or . . .?"

"Right," she said, her eyes still closed. She stumbled backwards, her back hitting the door. Ahanay walked towards her, holding the door when her eyes fluttered open, yet they didn't dare to travel down. She was nervous at his nakedness and that made her furious, her own nervousness. Her eyes narrowed further into slits and she defiantly raised her pointy chin, looking like a bird with the sharpest beak. He was half-afraid that she would poke him. "Have you no shame? No manners?"

"Shame? For . . .?" He cocked his head, deliberately resting his arm next to her. She appeared tinier under his trap and he revelled in the power he had over her. She was aware of his over exuding power and that made her more nervous which in turn made her furious multiplied by infinity, one little tick and she would explode into smithereens. For that tick, he leaned with all his nakedness towards her and a knowing smirk curled his lips. A drop of water from his soaked hair fell on her forehead and that was it. Her tick.

She leaned forward, her eyes blazing and her lips so close to his that he lost his senses. She placed her palm on his broad, naked chest, making him shiver. His neck had turned a bright pink as he was shocked and confused by her sudden move, her closeness, her boldness and her soft hand over his wildly beating heart drove him crazy. That caused her to smirk. "I have power over you too."

With that, she left, leaving him breathing hard and something else harder.

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