He’S My Daddy, Not My Tutor
EP 3
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*snapping *
Rohan! Go open the door!
Rohan Sharma/brother
*whining*
I’m not going!
Suresh Sharma/FL Dad
*calmly, but like a death sentence*
Anaya
Anaya Sharma/FL
*sighing *
I opened the door, expecting coriander or some uncle needing walking company
Anaya Sharma/FL
*heart gone rogue*
Up close?
Even better.
Flawless skin. Hunter-brown eyes. Voice like sin. And tall—I mean, I barely reached his chest
Suresh Sharma/FL Dad
*calling out*
Who is it, Anaya?
Anaya Sharma/FL
*blinking, stammering*
It’s—I—
Aarav Rathore/ML
*cool, collected, ruinous*
Your neighbour across the street
His voice. Oh god, his voice
Aarav Rathore/ML
My mom tried a new brownie recipe
Our fingers brushed.
Butterflies. Earthquake. Lightning
Aarav Rathore/ML
*with a soft smirk*
Good night
He turned and walked away
Anaya Sharma/FL
*staring like a lovesick idiot*
Breathless. Transfixed. Wrecked.
That man could ruin me in every possible way.
And I’d let him.
With open arms.
And probably brownies.
Because I swear, Aarav Rathore just stepped out of my paperback dreams.
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