It's my T-shirt

"Riya's point of view,"

It was after 10:00 p.m. by the time we got home, and traffic in Gurgaon is so horrendous that it takes an hour to get there that neither of us remembered to discuss the important news.

Harsh pushed through the main entrance and turned on the lights in the hall.

I also took off my shoes before entering the house.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, I ran to the bed, leaving my laptop bag and handbag on the side table, and lying down, telling him how fatigued I was today.

"Me too," Harsh said as he was going to change his clothes in the washroom, to which I answered, "Well, come back soon, I have a lot to talk about with you."

Waiting for Harsh to return, I took turns on the bed from here to there. I got up and started headed to the washroom to change clothes as soon as he returned.

"Why are you running away from me so much today?" he questioned, grabbing my hand in his.

It blew away the color of my face once more after hearing his statements, and I said, "N... No... No, I was only going to change clothes."

As I leaned back in my bed, he mumbled, "No, you're lying; you're fleeing from me."

"Oh my gosh!"

"You want last night's performance to repeat today," he sarcastically remarked.

"What exactly do you mean?" I shouted it again, my mouth open in surprise as I glanced at him.

"It suggests you requested I arrive early, and you intend to get up as soon as I do."

"Would you like me to lift you up in my arms and bring you back to your bed as I did last night?" His head rested on my shoulder as he explained.

I couldn't stop giggling when I heard his nonsensical answer.

He couldn't stop laughing after seeing my laughter.

"So, tell me what important news you planned to deliver to me at the restaurant." He asked so that he could remind me of the breaking news.

"Yes, indeed! "

"I completely forgot about that," I remarked, rolling my eyes.

"We've settled on our annual workplace holiday, and this year we'll visit Shimla," I replied cheerfully.

"When are you going and for how long?" he enquired, pleased to see me so happy.

"I'll leave here next Friday and return on Sunday evening," I said, chirping.

"However, the temperature there is exceedingly chilly; what if you get sick?" he expressed his displeasure.

"Hey, I'll get some warm clothes on and take care of myself," I responded, a pout on my face.

When he heard this from me, the tough guy burst out laughing.

"What did I even say to make you laugh?" I snarled fiercely.

"You and your caring nature," after giggling out loud and repeating my words.

"OK, I can't take care of myself, so you come with me," I said furiously.

"I wish your corporate policy would allow for this," he said, exhaling a chilly breath.

"As a result, you are free to come. Isn't it possible for everyone to go to Shimla separately?" I made a suggestion.

"Of course I can," he responded, caressing my fingers with his own. "But I don't want to interfere with your professional life."

"Why so?" I asked as I pressed my foot into him.

"Because I don't want to imprison you," he said kindly. "I'm in love with you. You are not a slave to me. You are not required to get my consent for anything."

Recalling the lift incident, I felt ashamed after hearing his statements.

"Ashish is also with you; he will look after you," he continued. With a nod of my head, I agreed.

Harsh has never had a problem with my friendship with Ashish. I never discuss personal matters at work. Ashish is the only person in office who is aware of our relationship, but Ashish has told no one in the office about it. Harsh treats Ashish as if he were a buddy, and I sometimes get the impression that Ashish is Harsh's friend rather than mine.

"What's on your mind, Riya?" With his eyes fixated on my face, Harsh enquired.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to figure out what I'll wear in Shimla."

This was something I stated flatly.

"So you have to go shopping?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes," I said as I smiled.

"Tell me when to go shopping," I exclaimed as I stood up.

"We don't have anywhere to go right now, so let's go on Sunday," he said.

Giggling, I dashed to the restroom to change my clothes.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Because of the inquiry, harsh came to mind.

Harsh state "Hold on a second!"

"Riya, did you wear my T-shirt today again?"

With a finger pointing to my navy blue T-shirt, I enquired. "Are you talking about this?"

He said yes with a nod.

I made fun of him by saying this. "You know, this is my T-shirt."

"Well, when did you buy it?" he queried. "And where did you gain it from?"

As I hurried into the kitchen, I said, "my lover gave this t-shirt to me."

"Return my t-shirt right away," he cried as he sprung from his bed and dashed towards me.

"No, it's not yours!" I replied emphatically.

As he stood at the kitchen's entrance, he was staring at me.

His T-shirt, which reached almost to my knees, readily hid my grey shots.

"Don't you have clothes?" he asks, expressing dramatic fury.

"There are a lot," I said.

"Then why did you wear my T-shirt?" he queried, a childlike expression on his face.

"Because I find your things comfy," I responded.

He responded by attempting to remove my T-shirt from my body. "I'd like my T-shirt," I joked, "but it's already mine." "My boyfriend gave it to me," I answered, casting a peek across the room.

"Oh!"

"Are you going to rip the T-shirt off in a fit of rage?"

"Yes, of course." With a shake of his neck, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation.

I was teasing. "Well, you may grab the t-shirt."

I begged frantically. "I prefer to wear your things because I like the smell of them," I gave a reluctant response. When he heard my statements, he came to a halt and gave me permission to wear the T-shirt.

We returned to the bedroom, each with our own cup of tea.

After drinking my tea, I yawned and murmured a good night to him.

I closed my eyes and lay down.

I requested him to lie down because he was just sat.

He softly placed his hand on my face, kissed me on the forehead, slowly removed his hand from my grip, got up from the bed, turned off the lights in the room, and came over to me and laid down.