Royalty or Love!!! #1,#2,#3.

Chapter 10

*Aahil Pov*

What am I even doing? I thought before pressing my head to the steering wheel and then glanced up to stare at the building which is having a business of clothes.

Though I have no business relating to those things, I have a personal business regarding the work going on in the single room on the top floor. This is all Dileep's fault! I thought planning to call him and scold him for asking me to keep an eye on this woman.

I don't know what she is doing there with that guy, and it is not even my duty to know as all Dileep asked me is to make sure she doesn't leave the city.

I step outside the car and started climbing the stairs, hoping they both don't see me or any media. When I reached the room, I heard the guy saying, "Yeah! Just like that."

Ok! Am I going to walk on them while they are going on or what? I thought, shaking my head and then glanced through the window only to take a step back.

Painting? Really? And looks like he is teaching her. Is it some act or they are really doing just painting? I thought and immediately started climbing down the stairs when I heard them talking about some restaurant show and also that the work is enough for tomorrow's show.

"Ouch!" I cursed myself feeling my leg hit the wall directly in the rush, but I limped towards my car before settling inside and drove away.

"What happened to your leg?" Nipuna asked the minute I stepped inside the room looking away from the book, she is reading.

"How do you know there is something wrong?" I asked her frowning as no one got a single clue, and I tried hard not to wince even while climbing the stairs.

"Everyday you enter the room like this is your palace or something, and you are king. However, today you are entering like you are a servant to your palace." She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book.

"King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?" I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box.

"It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children's stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them." She explained and sighed at the end.

"You are not a fan of children's stories when you are a kid? So, you are weird from that time itself." I commented and limped to the bed.

"Look who is talking. I was just angry on them as no one reads me a story when I was a kid." She mumbled, and I glanced at her to see her shrugging to herself.

I kept quiet hearing her words and tried my best to clean it, but why is it so difficult to reach it properly. I thought, shaking my head and glanced up to see her already looking at me.

"Want to help?" I asked her gesturing the wound.

"Sure! Come here." She replied, patting the chair before her.

"What? I am wounded here, and you want me to come there?" I asked her completely shocked.

"Yeah! You need my help so, take it or leave it." She replied and placed the book aside.

I grumbled and stood up before limping near to her and sat in the chair she patted before leaning back. She gestured to put the leg up, and I did before giving her the box.

She slowly started cleaning the wound, and I calmly mumbled "Be careful with it."

"Ouch!" I hissed with pain when she pressed the cotton swab more on my wound and glared at her.