𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑑ℎ𝑖 𝐺𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑎 -

"So do you have any friends?"

Abhay Rathore asked taking the seat on the couch beside the bed. I fisted the blanket which he neatly placed on my legs, i hate to converse especially about my personal life and this guy is being stubborn on making friends with me.

"No"

He frowned at my reply, his eyebrows furrowed making an adorable frown. He is 6' ft height and have a bulk body full of muscles. He acts totally opposite of his personality.

He is charming, playful and complete extrovert. Perks of being the younger one in the family. According to my sources, his brothers are the ones who raised him and his sister which made them both a little dumb and spoiled.

He has never been in any relationships or any hookups, nor he was interested. He was just a playboy, flirted with a lot of girls making them swoon over him.

Until he met the girl he was forbid to fall in love with.

"Why? Why is that?"

His questions continued making me release a frustrated sigh. He must be seeing me as an alien for not having friends.

What can I do? My bitchy face and introverted personality make it impossible for me to have friends.

"Because I don't want friends" The lie rolled off my tongue.

I do want. But I don't want as well.

It's Complicated!!

"What? Why?"

He shouted standing up, seeing his horrified expression I doubted if my problem of not having friends is that big, like common I don't want them, that's it.

I shrugged my shoulders frowning. My eyes landed on the other two people in the room. They both are discussing something. The grey eyed man is staring at the laptop and Pratik Rathore is explaining something.

His husky deep voice can be heard. I don't want to stare at him especially not into his goddamn eyes.

"You know what? Let's be friends, I want to be your first friend"

I sighed hearing him. He just proved that he is dumb.

Otherwise, Who would want to be my friend? Everyone want the ones who would lie a thousand times to please them, and I'm a person who will rather stay alone than be fake, not to forget, I have a loose screw in my head, which makes me a bit crazy.

"No"

The wide grin on his face fell and it captured the attention of the other two brothers. I don't have to see to know, the grey eyes are piercing through my head.

His presence cannot be ignored, he is bulkier than his younger brother unlike Pratik who is has lean figure. The growing stubble and his messy hair is making him ridiculously handsome at this time.

"Why?" Abhay asked. His voice was a mere whisper. He acts a lot childish just like the way sanjana does, which is quite irritating.

"Because. I. Don't. Want. Friends"

He blinked his eyes at my cold tone and turned to his brothers. Within a second, he turned towards me with a wide grin, larger than the previous one saying

"Then I'll be your brother. Your first brother"

Pratik giggled hearing it and said

"I know you are younger than us. So you can be our sister if you don't want to be our friend" his words are directed to me but his eyes are on his elder brother.

I closed my eyes shut and groaned.

'But why do I feel like I'm not the only one who groaned hearing him'

"You can call us bhai, Abhay bhai, Pratik bhai and Rudransh bh-" Before he could complete, he lost his balance and fell down right on his face. Pratik started to laugh loudly holding his stomach while Abhay groaned still laying on the ground.

Rudransh sat with a stoic face, like he just didn't kick his brother with his leg, making him fall in his face. He bend down a little and twisted his brother's hand back making him hiss in pain.

"So what did you get from it?" He questioned raising his brow. He looked so hot doing that.

What the hell I'm thinking?

"Running your mouth more than necessary will only lead your face kiss the floor!" Abhay mumbled still laying flat on ground.

"Good" Rudransh said patting his back. Hard. and went back to staring at his phone like nothing happened.

Sighing, I replied because I have a kind heart which I'm so proud of.

"Friends is fine!" He got up from the ground and squealed with a red nose and a bump on his forehead. Poor him!

Before he can open his mouth and utter something there is a knock on the door. A guard came forward to place all the items on the table which we have ordered.

The room filled with the aroma of Indian spices. I've travelled a lot of counties, ate a lot of different food but nothing could ever beat the flavours of indian food.

If I was in my apartment, I would have started eating by now but these people are first neatly placing the food on the table, arranging plates and all, making me irritated.

The grey eyed man got a call in the middle and he went out to take it.

Maybe I'm not the only one who is feeling irritated because Abhay is also getting impatient just like me.

I will surely regret tomorrow but now food is my first priority.

Abhay grinned at me while handing me my donut to be specific, my dark chocolate donut and chocolate cake. My mouth itched to form a smile but I held back.

"Maybe being friends with him is not a bad idea"

I completed my donut first, and then started eating my chocolate cake, it melted in my mouth making a sudden energy run through my nerves, it made me feel alive. They are like a boost to my body. Closing my eyes, I savored the chocolate taste. Taking another two bites, I kept it aside to eat it again after dinner.

Because I want the final lingering taste in my mouth should be of chocolate. It satisfies me.

I'm crazy, I know. But who cares.

I saw Pratik shaking his head but joined us. We ate like we have been starving form years. I'm not a girl to go on diet to maintain my hourglass figure.

I eat what ever I want because I know, even if I become like a whale, I'll be as beautiful as I'm right now.

I felt sudden shiver running down my spine and a hot intense gaze on my head. Damn!! Doesn't he have any work other than staring at me like that?

I raised my eyes and my breath hitched when my eyes locked with his grey ones.

He is in his white shirt, hands folded on his chest, leaning on the door frame and directly staring into my soul.

His mischievous grey orbs always remind me of the dark clouds which hides the moon in the sky spreading the darkness all over place.

His face always stoic and emotionless and his eyes, they always tried to convey something which his mouth couldn't utter. As if he is tired of carrying. Carrying a weight on his shoulders form a long period of time.

The weight of the world and the weight of his sorrows.

I couldn't get much about him and it made me a lot curious than I should be.

I felt a sudden constriction in my chest like a sudden ache, like a feeling to do something, for him. And I don't know why and what.

I want to avoid it like I have always done but it keeps growing day by day. What is it?

My thoughts broke after hearing someone clearing their throat. I snapped my head to my food as soon as possible and started eating. I tried to swallow my embarrassment with the food and act normal.

What the hell happening to me?

"You know Nidhi" I raised my brow at Abhay as he kept on talking. When and how the hell we became on nickname basis.

"You should talk more. It is good to make a lot of friends. You should also learn to smile and laugh, it is good for health. Don't worry since we became best friends today, I'll teach you" He said cheerfully.

"How about, I teach you how to shut up?"

That shut him up, he silently ate but sulking a lot. Pratik patted his back sympathetically making him slap his arm away. I looked at the entrance to find him gone.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know why the fuck I was blushing.

I don't know why I'm letting him carry me around.

I fucking don't know why the freaking hell I'm having dinner with them.

I also freaking don't know why the fuck I'm enjoying all of it.

Sighing I came to a conclusion. Enough of him ruling my mind all the time with one or the other reason. I had enough of him getting on my nerves.

If it continued, I'll definitely kill him one day.

"Um. Do you want it?" I came out of my thoughts hearing the voice. I blinked twice and it turned out that I've been staring at his plate full of food from the past few minutes.

Can my day get any more worse?

"No" my reply was quick showing my embarrassment.

Pratik coughed beside me to cover his laugh and abhay nodded at me innocently. I rolled my eyes at them and continued eating.

Then my phone went off with my driver's call. I sighed and answered it.

"Sorry for the delay mam. I'm waiting for you at the entrance"

"I'm coming" I said grabbing the attention of the other two or may I say the other three. The grey eyed man just entered the room.

I saw a sudden disappointment flashing in his eyes. It disappeared as soon as it appeared. I stood up on my one leg and tried to maintain my balance.

"I'll get going. Thank you for the food and the meds" I said. I may act like a bitch but I'm not a ungrateful brat.

My dad didn't raise me like one.

Thanking them I flashed my genuine smile, popping out my dimples.

They gasped at me. This is unexpected, I know. Seeing them gawking at me I'm pretty satisfied. Suddenly they were out of my view due to a hard chest standing infront of me blocking them.

I raised my head and a sudden chills ran down my spine. His grey eyes, dark and hard. I gulped and looked away not being able to stare at him.

Without any warning he lifted me in his arms like I weight nothing. I didn't protest but kept looking here and there. He started walking out of the room but I heard pratik's voice.

'So possessive. Can't even stand us admiring her smile'

It sent a weird tingles all over my body. I shook my head to get these things off my mind and tried to concentrate on the infrastructure of his office rather than his strong spicy yet manly Cologne which was hitting my nose.

My ringtone distracted me. A visible frown formed on my features seeing my dad's bodyguard calling me at this time.

Without wasting a second, I answered it only to go complete numb the next second.

"M-mam Sir got into an accident. We are in the hospital now"