Bab 69: Not Your Type

Third Person's POV

As he took slow and calculative steps towards her, Diya looked at him with utter curiosity, pondering what was he up to.

" W-What question?" she stammered getting alert of his increasing proximity. Not caring about her trembling voice, Rahul continued hawking towards her. She was squirming in her seat and tried wiggling out of her place. So, when he noticed her poor attempt of escaping from his hovering form, he immediately caged her with both his arms resting it on the armrest of her couch.

Getting uneasy, she shifted back more into the couch, expecting it to open up and engulf her. As if towering over her and his hot breath hitting her face wasn't enough for him, he leaned more towards her completely shutting the sane side of her brain.