28 # The Past

28 #

Third Person's POV

Harsh got up earlier than her. His eyes found her sleeping when he opened his eyes. He smiled for a while. He ordered the maid for coffee through the intercom.

He went to the private gym inside the mansion after doing his daily core. It is his routine, but it was skipped due to a wedding. He started again today.

When he returned after an hour, he found her sleeping. He smiled and sat beside her, adoring her beautiful face.

"How innocent...!" He whispered slowly.

He found two mugs of coffee on the table, covered with lids. He always surrendered when the matter came to her. He begins to hate her but fails.

"Are you getting up or not, Mrs Rawat?" He tried to wake her up.

"Mrs Rawat," He whispered into her ears. No reaction found.

"This is the last time I'm calling you," He groaned. He doesn't have any work with her, but he was teasing her.

"Mrs Rawat, get up otherwise, I will kiss you," She covered her face with the below under her head.

"I'm tired, let me sleep,"