Chapter 15

Mahima's POV

I gulped and got nervous and went out immediately thinking that by the time I would be back, he would have worn the clothes. As maybe he was looking for something to wear.

Yes, maybe. I actually wanted him to wear something as his perfect torso without a single thread on it was making me very nervous. He had a perfect physique and I was tempted to look at it, but I would not even dare to do that.

I scolded myself for even thinking like that as he treated me like dirt so why should I give him the importance and inflate his ego even more?

After about ten minutes, I went to the room again thinking that maybe he was fully dressed now.

But to my dismay, he was still bare-chested. I ignored him and went to the washroom. I was shocked to see that even his T-shirt and shorts were not there in the washroom. I had no other option but to wear the nightwear mom had given me. I was frustrated that I could not ever wear what I wanted.

I didn't want to go out wearing that. So I wore