Apartment No : 107

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Chapter Eight

I turned around slowly to find my roommate on a motorbike, wearing a white polo t-shirt, khaki pants, and a black leather jacket along with a backpack and sunglasses. It was like he was trying to prove that he can get even hotter each day.

"It's way past ten minutes. Aren't you supposed to be back at the apartment?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and he removed his sunglasses to look at me.

"I was running some errands. Do you need a ride?"

"Well, I'm hungry and I know for a fact that we don't have food at the apartment. Thanks for your concern but I can find my own way." I snapped in anger and being hungry was not helping the situation at all.

"Look, I can just drive, leaving you right here where you can't find a single cab or you could shut that smart mouth of yours and get on my bike." He replied in a demanding tone, making me swallow hard.

That was so freaking hot.

I took a deep breath and licked my lips before answering, "Fine." I muttered before grabbing his spare helmet and getting on his stupid fancy-ass bike and sat far away from him.

"Do you wanna be thrown off the bike? Jesus! Sit closer." He snapped at me, which made me even angrier.

"I know how to sit on a bike. Shut up and drive."

"Suit yourself."

He started the bike, making me jerk immediately and I held on to the back handle but he continued to drive faster on purpose. I had no choice but to move closer towards him and I started to feel all kinds of butterflies in my stomach. I haven't even hugged a guy in real life and this close proximity to a guy was all new to me.

"How far is the apartment? You seem to be driving for a long time," I asked him but he remained silent.


"Can you at least slown down?" I shouted, hoping that he hears me amidst the blowing wind.

"No. Just hold on to my jacket," he yelled back, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. I had no choice but to grip his jacket tightly and closed my eyes, hoping that I don't end up dead.

"Get down." He spoke after a while and I noticed that we had stopped at a strange place that wasn't our apartment.

"Where are we?" I asked, removing my helmet and adjusted my hair that must have looked like a bird's nest by now.

"I thought you were hungry," came his response as he placed his helmet on top of his bike. I got down and looked around to find an Indian restaurant which looked almost deserted expect for few elderly people.

"How do you even know this place?"

"It's not that hard to find. Let's go." He started to walk ahead of me and I followed him like a lost puppy. The smell of fresh aromatic spices hit my nostrils, triggering my already hungry tummy.

"Wow," I sighed in content as I admired the authentic Indian restaurant and for a brief moment, it made me feel like I was back in India. We found a table at the further end of the restaurant and sat down to order some food.

"One hot ghee sambar rice with pickels please," I placed my order and looked at him. He was starting at everything with wide eyes and I could help but smile at the irony of the situation. He felt so out of place and I was enjoying this.

"Shall I order for you?"

"Nope. I'll stick to my burgers." He grimaced, taking just a sip of water from the glass.

"Suit yourself." I added sarcastically and rested back against my seat.

"Here is your keys and the rental agreement. I haven't mentioned any time period so you are free to move out anytime," he spoke in a robotic voice, pulling out the keys from his jacket and the agreement from his backpack.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I took the agreement from his hand and started to read it. Everything looked good so I pulled out a pen from my bag to sign it and gave back his copy.

We both remained silent and I started to tap my feet to fill the silence while going through my phone. Thankfully, my order came soon and I couldn't wait to eat it. It smelled so damn good.

"Oh thank God!"

I started to eat and closed my eyes in delight as soon as the food touched my taste buds.

"This is so good. Thank you so much for bringing me here." I spoke with my mouth full of food, not caring if I looked unattractive.

"You do realize that you are like a little dinosaur when you are hungry, right?" he asked, giving me an amusing look and I blushed a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I guess." I said in almost a whisper, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Note to self. Stay away from you when you are hungry," he added, making me roll my eyes.

"Here, have a taste." I offered him a spoon of food but he shook his head.

"Trust me. It's so good."

"It looks so mushy and yellow like baby food." He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Just open your mouth,"

He slowly opened his mouth and licked the end of my spoon at first and then took a full bite. I noticed his expression changing from shock to surprise which made me smile.

"How is it?"

"Okayish but like I said, baby food." He replied, not making a big deal out of it and cleared his throat.

"Jerk!" I muttered under my breath, making sure he hears it and I continued to eat my food.

"What do you do?" I asked after a while out of curiosity.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked with a slight smirk, resting his arm in the table and looked straight into my eyes, making me go speechless for a second.

"I--Well, you are my roommate and I need to know basic things about you, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm not a serial killer." He scoffed in response.

"Come on, I'm serious. What do you do? Are you from here?"

"Would you stop with your questions if I answer these two?" he asked, letting out a huge sigh and I nodded eagerly even though I was dying to know more about this sexy guy right in front of me.

He was unpredictable and clueless to read. All I know about him till now is that he rides a bike, never cooks and probably has sex everyday.

Maybe it's normal here to have sex everyday!

"I'm a freelance architect and yes, I'm from Texas. Born and bred here," he replied, making me raise my eyebrows.

An architect?

Wow, I never would have guessed it.

I was about to open my mouth to ask more but he stopped me by placing his finger on my lip and I stopped breathing for a second.

"Eat. No more questions." He stated in a low voice but all I could focus on was his burning touch on my now trembling lips.

Okay! I need to calm the fuck down. Just one look or one touch from this guy is making me go all crazy and hormonal.

This is bad!

"Okay." I replied in a meek voice and looked down at my food immediately. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't look up as I didn't want to blush for the millionth time that day and I most definitely didn't want him to think I was some boy crazy chick.

"What about you?" he asked after a while and I finally looked up to meet his gaze.


"Same questions."

"Well, I moved here from India to do my masters and I got a scholarship at the University of Texas. Lucky me," I grinned proudly and he shook his head with a small smile.


"Woah! I'm not a nerd. I do have fun sometimes." I defended myself and let out a small pout.

He must think I'm so lame and ugly.

"Like what?" he asked, throwing me off guard and I started to think about all the cool things I've done with Eshika.

"Umm... well...you know, not the kind of fun you have with your 'company' but the common stuff like...uhh...wait, I'm not gonna answer that. No more than two questions right?" I smirked, folding my arms in front of my chest and he let out a small chuckle.

"Sounds fair. Shall we go?" he asked, standing up and I pulled out my purse to pay but he stopped me.

"It's okay. I'll take care of it." He stated and walked towards the cash counter without waiting for my response.

"But you didn't eat anything. I want to pay, Ray." I whispered, tugging at his jacket sleeves but he paid me no mind and went ahead to pay the bill which pissed me off.

"You are so annoying," I stomped and walked outside the restaurant to wait near his bike. He joined me after a while and I kept glaring at him.

"Oh God, stop being mad now. Just consider this as my welcome treat, Ri." He spoke, letting out a loud sigh and I bit my lips, trying so hard not to smile at the cute nickname he gave me.

Fuck, please don't blush, Ridhi!

"Okay, fine. Thank you." I responded in almost a whisper and noticed his lips curve into a small smile.

"What was that?" he asked again and I stared at him, knowing that he was asking me to say it again on purpose.

"You heard me." I rolled my eyes, trying not to look at him.

"No, I didn't."

"I said thank you."

"You are welcome, of course." he smirked, looking at me a little too longer than usual and turned around to grab his helmet. I copied his actions and hopped on my dead ride all the while praying that I get home safely in one piece.
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