Samrat walked out of the bathroom wearing pants and vest revealing his macular arms, biceps, and broad shoulders and rubbing his head with a white towel, oblivious to the fact that someone else was in his room, drooling over his masculine body.
He hung the wet towel on the dryer rack and saw Simmi is standing in front of the mirror with brush in her hand, perhaps brushing her hair and both of their gazes met to each other thru mirror.
Samrat broke a few seconds long eye lock, picked his white shirt and wore it. While buttoning the shirt, his gaze again fell on Simmi, who was still looking at him thru mirror.
Samrat smirked and asked, “Are you checking me out?”
Simmi zoomed out of her thoughts and averted her gaze immediately. She has never been in a relationship before because she was
