Todos os capítulos de Tell Me I'm Yours : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"So, you're not having a random party this time." Sarita said. "It's your birthday tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me?"Vikrant shrugged. "It didn't come up in our conversations.""You invited me to it but you didn't say it was your birthday." She said in an accusing tone. "I don't think I have the time to get you a present now.""Your presence at my party would be a better present." He said."Are you always this smooth, Mr Suryavanshi?" She teased.Vikrant laughed. "Is it working?""You'll have to be more convincing than that." Sarita grinned."You'll be at my party tomorrow." He told her."Overconfident?" She arched her brow."Not really." He said. "But it's something I know. Here we are." He stopped in front of room 202."Mrs Newton will be so mad." Sarita muttered as she peered into the class through the glass. "She hates tardy students.""I'll talk to her." He knocked on the door before Sarita could stop him and opened the door.Twenty something pairs of eyes turned to look at him

Sarita became nervous as Michael drove up the driveway to Vikrant's house. It was a gorgeous estate and she couldn't begin to say where it started or ended. Expensive cars lined up in front of them in a queue as their owners alighted from them, threw the keys to the valets and made their way up the stairs and into the house through the open doors.It was Michael's turn finally so he alighted, threw his keys to the valet and went to help Kaly out of the car while another opened the back door for Sarita. Samishka had decided to leave on her own because she wanted to pick up two of her friends but Sarita didn't know if she'd arrived.Sarita felt like a fraud dressed in her designer outfit and gorgeous boots. Kaly had done makeup for her even though she'd originally declined but after she saw herself in the mirror, she appreciated how she turned out. Her lips were painted blood red and instead of the purple off shoulder top, she'd donned a red one to match her lipstick."Don't fuss." Kal

"Can I have this dance, Miss Madhav?" Vikrant held out his hand to her as a song he liked started playing."I don't dance." Sarita shook her head."Then, I guess it'll be one of the many things I have to teach you." He grinned. "Besides, it's kind of a crime to say no to the birthday boy."Sarita let out a shocked gasp. "You're going to use that card?""Yep." He nodded. "Is it working?""If I step on your toes and break them, don't complain." She warned him."I won't." He promised.Sarita sighed, placed her hand in his and let him lead her to the dance floor. She was very shy to be seen dancing with him so she hid her face in his shirt and it seemed that he didn't mind because he wrapped his arms around her and moved to the slow beat of the music."Happy birthday." She said."Thank you.""I didn't get you any present." She said."I told you that your presence here would be more than a birthday present and it is." He reminded her. "I'm happy that you could make it."They'd all wished h

Vikrant found Sarita leaning against the wall in the staff quarters which was the west wing of the mansion and he frowned. He'd expected that even if the restroom in the hallway downstairs was filled up, Divya would have taken her to another one that wasn't so far away. "Anu? What are you doing in the staff quarters?" He asked when he got to her. "This is the west wing." Sarita's shoulders slumped. "Divya brought me here. I couldn't find my way back." She replied. "There are east and west wings?" Vikrant pointed in the opposite direction. "That's the East wing. Family members only." He said. "Friends of the family use the guest rooms downstairs." "Wow." Sarita said. "Nice." "Why did Divya bring you here?" His brows furrowed. "There are bathrooms downstairs." Sarita shrugged. She also didn't know why Divya Malhotra went to all the trouble bringing her here just to warn her to stay away from the boy who didn't belong to her or anyone else. It was funny because she didn't think Vik

Vikrant paced to and fro in front of his bed with his phone in his hand wondering whether to call Kalyani about Sarita or not. He was sure Kaly had not noticed the mark on her friend's face last night and Sarita probably didn't tell her about it either. He checked the time on his phone, saw it was 1am on Monday morning and decided that he'd like to disturb Kaly's peace anyway and he went through his contacts for her number, clicked on it and pressed the call button then put the phone to his ear. Kalyani stirred and sleepily reached for her phone as it rang on her bedside table wondering who was calling her so early. She glanced at her alarm clock, scowled when she saw it was 1am and groaned louder. She answered the call and put the phone to her ear. "Singh." She said. "I figured you'd be asleep by this time, Yaya." Vikrant drawled. "That's why I chose to call you at this time." "For the love of all that is holy, Vikrant! It's you?" She growled. "It's 1 freaking am in the morning!