The dark night gone and a new day begins with sunlight, Jiya’s eyes opened slowly and she woke up, yawned, and sat up, stretch her arms, got out of the comforter, moved towards the restroom. Doing after her morning job, she brushes her teeth, take a shower, dry herself with a towel, wear the bathrobe, while let her wet long black hairs down as it is for some time to get dry, she existed the restroom, come inside the room and stand near the window, staring at the garden, like the beautiful white marble fountain and the different colourful flower keeping her wise for a moment.

When a knocked sound is heard.

“Come in…… please……”, Jiya said without knowing who is…?, permit to come in, as she thought it would be the maid.

The door was open and Virat enter the room, he looked around the room but when he turned his attention to the window, looking at Jiya his iris lit up,  Jiya standing in a bathrobe reaches up to her thighs; her knees, and above milky white skin were bare to Virat eyes, her wet long black hairs were open, spread on her back, while some on her left shoulder, small drop of water dripping down from her wet hair, she looks so refreshing and beautiful and an urge to have her, right now, made a way to his heart, he constantly staring her; when Jiya turned to see at the entrance side, she dazed, her eyes widened because of the shock and her mouth open, She observed that Virat eyes filled with intensity were completely on her, staying more at her thighs, she gulps and try to cover her thigh with a towel, she bolted in a loud tone, “You…….. How dared you to enter the room…..”.

Virat furrows his brows and took threatening steps slowly towards Jiya, making her step back but the window behind hit her back and she stops moving backward, Virat continues his steps forward to close their personal space.

Jiya flinch with a jump, her throat clogged up at Virat closeness and try to move aside but Virat abruptly slammed both of his hand on either side of her head, leaning slightly down, very closer to Jiya as his hot breath falls on her face, gazed at her the plump lips for a while, he moved his face near her ear, closed his eyes and inhaled her rosy scent, which makes him arousal toward her.

“First of all……. Stop yelling at me……and Next is…….. I already knock on the door, you allowed me to come inside”, Virat croak near her ear.

Virat raised and folding his arms on his chest and stand in front of Jiya, “I come to call you for breakfast, so get ready and come down………. and one more thing……… I don't like to have breakfast late, I am waiting for you so come down immediately……..”, saying this he turns to leave the room and close the door.

Jiya releases her breath which she holding a second before, “What is he really want from me….. as per his saying…………. he only keeps me here….. till I get completely recovered………but…... don't know why……? I feel his eyes say something else………. else that could be sinister…..”.

Jiya opens the closest, take out knee-length black kamij and red colour ankle-length legging, wear it, make hair, and rushed toward the dining room.

As to enter the dining room, a savory aroma of delicious breakfast sticks her nose, “AMMHHH……”, she gasped and sit on the chair.

“Lataji……….. the smell is itself delicious………. my mouth is watering………. which tasty thing is being made in food now……….. I can't control my hunger anymore……….”, Jiya said in a cheerful tone.

Masala Dosa with red chutney, Rava Upma (South Indian crepes and semolina), fresh fruit juice, served on to her plate on the dining table. Jiya’s eyes widen to see the appealing delicious breakfast, without wasting a second, she is started eating it like a child.

“AHMMM….. it is really very delicious……… and you know Lataji……… it's my favorite”, Jiya said while enjoying the food, without knowing who was made the breakfast….

Another dosa was served to her plate, “OOO……. Thank you…… Lataji…….”, Jiya said without seeing her aside standing person.

“Yes, I know about it that the South Indian food is your favorite………. Do you want more….”, a deep husky voice came from her aside.

Jiya turn her face to see the person, who serves her, a stun appears on her face, Virat was standing wearing a kitchen apron having a dosa filled plate in his left hand and spatula in a right hand.

“Oh…..Ohu…Oh….”, a raspy sound was come from Jiya's throat, as her mouth morsels are stuck in her throat, seeing Virat cook this delicious breakfast.

Virat quickly placed the plate and spatula from his hand on the side of the dining table, went to Jiya, give her a glass of water, and the soft pats on her back.

“Hey, Jiya……… Are you alright…?……..”, Virat asks her with a concerned face.

“I am fi…fin….fine…”, Jiya shuttered as astonish emerged on her face.

“Yo……You….. made all this….”, Jiya asks him curiously.

“Yes………….. especially for you….”, Virat said in a witty tone with a slight smile.

“Th………. Thank you……”, Jiya cover-up, as she can't believe that being a man, he can cook so delicious foods.

“Chote Hukum………”, The maid came into the dining hall bow her head towards Virat, and said in a low tone.

Virat turns toward the maid, “Yes…….Lataji……..”, he answers the maid in a soft tone.

“Dr. Mehra along with the nurse is waiting for you in the hall….”, the maid informs Virat.

A smile that emerged just a moment before change into a little apprehensive on his face.

“OK……  I will be there in five minutes……..”, Virat said to the maid.

Virat turns aside toward Jiya, “Jiya…… go to your room……… I send the doctor for your checkup at your room……”, he said in a soft tone.

To which, Jiya’s face brightens and a wide smile form on her face, “That's good………… now I can go back to my house………”, She said in a cheerful tone.

Virat gritted his teeth, his jaw drops,  fisted his palm to control his annoyance, “Ya…… sure…….”, he said in a hard tone while tried to suppress his anger.

 Jiya leaves the dining hall and gladly started going to her room, seeing this, Virat fisted his palm more tightly as his knuckles turn white.

“ Is it she so happy……. to be away from me.”, Virat said in his subconscious mind and went toward the hall.

Jiya back in her room happily sits on the bed and waits for the doctor.

Knocked!  the sound was heard on the door.

“Cam……….”,  Jiya paused as the incident of morning flashed in her mind.

“Who is it ……?”, Jiya asked in a  soft tone.

 “Madam…….. it's me …..Lata….. Dr. Mehra and a nurse are with me….. Chote Hukum, send them for your health check……”, the maid informs Jiya calmly from outside the door.

 “OK……… Please come in……”, Jiya said in a blissful tone.

Virat was waiting in the hall, as two hours was passed, but Dr. Mehra, haven’t come yet.

“Why Dr. Mehra is taking so much time for checkup…….. If there is any issue related to her health……. or still she is fragile…..”, Virat gets so much anxious about Jiya’s health that he is agitationally move from here to there in the hall.

“Mr. Singh……..”, Dr. Mehra calls Virat from behind.

Virat turns immediately to Dr. Mehra, “Yes, …Dr. Mehra…..If she is fine now……. or Is there any problem…….”, he asks curiously, as the concern for Jiya was reflected in his voice was not unnoticed by Dr. Mehra.

“Don't worry Mr. Singh……… She is completely fine and fit now…….. I have fully check her health………”, Dr. Mehra told to Virat.

“Thank…… God….. She is fully recovered now…….”, Virat murmurs to himself in a low tone.

“Now…… We take a leave, Mr. Singh……. take care of yourself and your friend……”, Dr. Mehra said to Virat, to which Virat nodded, and along with the nurse, Dr. Mehra leave the mansion.

The happiness was spilling through Virat's face and his cheek raised, his lip corner rises diagonally, the first time he smiled so brightly.

“Now……. I can take the next step toward my desires……..”, he mutters himself, as an evil smirk form on his face.

He closed his hazel eyes, morning incident come in front of his vision when Jiya stand near a window in a bathrobe, her peptide frame was exposed, her wetted silky long black hairs spread on her back and shoulder,  her plump lips parted away, her black deep eyes, her milky-white thighs which bare to his iris,  he wants to take that peptide frame in his tight embrace, he wants to inhale her rozy scent again, he wants to kiss those plump lips pitilessly, he wants to drown in those black deep eyes, he wants to open her thighs and burying deep inside her, a sensation of thrusting in and out of her ruthlessly made his member hard,  he just about to lost in his imagination not noticing that when Jiya came behind him.

“Can….. I leave this mansion…. Now…….. I want to go back to my house……..”, Jiya asks a question to Virat from behind.

Virat opens his eyes, a temper appears in his orbs, fisted his knuckles, and turns behind to face Jiya.

“No……. You are not leaving this mansion…..”,  Virat said in a harsh tone to which Jiya’s face paled yellow.

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