Chapter 52. Loser

Khushi's POV

"Are you ready yet?"

"Almost. Don't look!" He warned.

"I have no desire to see a pervert get dressed." I responded, applying my makeup.

"Yeah. A sexy pervert." He chuckled.

"You wish." I scoffed as I began to wear my lipstick while talking to him when my eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. And my mouth fell ajar. I swiftly swung around to get a better look at him.

Darsh was garbed in black jeans and a white shirt with stripes. His hair remained well-combed over his forehead. Although his abs were no longer visible beneath that shirt, his broad shoulders and well-toned frame were enough to attract attention.

Darsh stood confidently in front of me. His hands remained nestled inside the pocket while the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. He was breathtakingly stunning.

Even though earlier I felt guilty for forcing him to wear something he didn't want to, it was worth it. At least to my eyes, it was.

"Khush