Page 113 of Sumanika

The memory of him watching me the other day, sitting on the couch while sunlight fell on my body, filled my mind, and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip while lowering my gaze.

“Change? In front of you? And you’ll just watch me?” I managed to ask, convinced I had misheard something. He lowered his gaze to my feet for a moment before staring back into my eyes again.

"Yes, take off your blouse and skirt and slip into those," His words caused a slight throbbing in my core, and I shook my head slowly.

"It's embarrassing," I managed to say, and he furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"Well, you complained that I watched you change, so this time, grant me the pleasure of watching you with your knowledge. And it could not be more intimidating than anything else. “ His words made my fingertips feel cold, and I fisted them tightly.

“Um, but Kunwarsa, I’ll feel ashamed changing in front of you,” I tried to say with a pleading tone, and he gritted his teeth slightly.

I didn’t know, but he looked cute even when he was angry.

“Then you can turn your face away from me,” he said, and I sighed in frustration.

"So, you would not listen to me?" I asked. He scratched his jaw with his index finger for a moment and then shook his head.

“Umm, you have already accused me of not listening to you. So, I am standing up for my allegations,” he said, and I gritted my teeth at his stubbornness.

“Why are you even upset?” I asked, finally letting the bag drop to the floor and covering my face with my hand.

“I’m not angry. Do I look angry?” he said, and I sighed in frustration as I looked at him.

"Fine, fine, fine, how can I make it up to you?” I said, feeling like I was already losing in front of him. His brothers had raised a spoiled prince who would neither listen nor understand.

“I’m not angry. So, you don’t have to do anything to make it up to me. After all, I go out to meet girls at night, I flirt with Rashmika, I watch you undressed without your knowledge, and so on. So, you don’t—“

"You watching me naked without my knowledge was true," I cut him off, and he exhaled deeply.

"I lay naked in your lap. You did not have any problem that day. Why is your body a body and mine is not a body?" He said in a slightly frustrated tone, and my mouth hung open.

“But you knew I was watching you,” I attempted to say, and he lowered his gaze.

“I’m not talking to you. Just change,” he said, and I bit my lips and shook my head.

“Sorry, I don’t feel like going out. You can go,” I said, swallowing hard as I noticed him watching me.

He remained silent for a moment and nodded.“Okay, as you wish,” he said, then opened the door and left.

I felt bad. A painful ache erupted in my heart, watching him leave.

I did not know what had suddenly happened between us. Kneeling down, I looked at the bag he had brought me.

Maybe I was being too stubborn. Maybe we both didn’t need to stretch it further. Maybe we could talk without dragging up the past.

I mean, I wasn’t offended the day he saw me changing. I don’t know why I brought it up today—just to have something to say in return.

But it did nothing but hurt him. It did not bring us closer. Sometimes, in a relationship, one has to overlook a few things. One of them was the past. The past is called because it was in the past.

I sighed deeply and walked toward the door, but my steps froze when I heard a soft knock.

I gulped silently and looked at myself, wondering if I looked presentable or not.

However, the moment I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat, and a slight smile attempted to appear on my lips.

He lifted his gaze from the floor and looked at me.

"I came back to find out why you are angry?” he questioned slowly, and I heard the distant sound of anklet bells.

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