In Love! Again...

Chapter 8

*Satvi Pov*

"Wake up!" I heard a harsh tone making me groan.

"Go away!" I mumbled and tried to drift off into sleep again.

"Get up right now." I felt the harsh shaking too.

"What?" I asked, sitting up and opened my eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked still with a harsh tone and moved away from me stretching his hand.

"For your information, I just opened my eyes. How can I know the time?" I asked him back feeling irritation hearing his harsh tone.

"Because of you, I am going to get late for my meeting." He replied, getting up from the bed and walked towards his cupboard.

"How can I be the reason for it?" I asked him with a big frown.

"You slept on my hand, making me unable to get up, and I am trying to wake you up from the past half n hour." He replied and went inside the washroom.

Why the hell is he in the mood to fight with me immediately after getting up? I thought, rubbing my neck with soreness because of sleeping uncomfortably.

I should be angry at him for this soreness, but look who has taken away the duty from me. I shook my head and got down from the bed hoping he would come outside soon.

When he eventually did, I calmly said, "You are the one who held me in your arms, which is completely weird and didn't leave me alone. So don't shout at me for something which I didn't do."

Before he can say some other stupid things, I walked inside the washroom to brush my teeth. I walked outside to find that he is still getting ready.

"Go and prepare some breakfast for me." he demanded when I started walking towards my cupboard for the clothes.

"Yeah, right!" I mumbled, rolling my eyes and ignored his words.

"I asked you something." He said again with still harsh tone.

"No! Go and do it yourself." I said, staring at his side.

"Satvi! Go now and prepare it." He said looking back with such a demanding voice that I actually stepped back.

I gulped and walked downstairs to do whatever he asked. I have to get done for myself right so I will do it for him to.

Nevertheless, I stopped, realizing what I am going to do. I started moving away getting back into my rule that I should show him hell, but not serve him as per his wish.

"How much time will you take?" I heard his voice and that too still with demanding.

I was really scared that I actually cooked him and placed it on the dining table. I started having mine by the time he came downstairs.

"Next time I don't want some stupid bread as breakfast." He said not even saying small thanks.

"I will try to serve some hot coal next time." I said, smiling tightly and calmly had my food.

"Why did you hold me and slept last night?" I asked him not able to stop my curiosity.

"Don't you know the answer?" he asked back washing his hands.

"Should I know?" I asked again.

"I waited a long time for this stupid revenge, and I finally started it so I wanted to feel content that I am actually on my way." He replied and rubbed his hands with the cloth.

My jaw dropped with his reply, but I frowned and asked, "You should feel repulse holding your enemy, but you didn't."

"If I feel repulse every time I touch you, then how can we move on to the next step of our marriage?" he asked, smirking a little and closed my mouth when I again felt my jaw drop.