Livid Guardian's Endless Coddling

Chapter 545: Love?

Arsh's words annoyed Naira more. 'Same as Snow?' She understood he was trying to say she is like a little sister to him and she disliked it instantly.

"Then stop seeing me like Snow." She really wanted to add in frustration, 'Goddamn, I am not your sister.' But she controlled.

Her tone had raised which she realized after gazing his face continued to darken. The air around them turned suffocating but she didn't regret it even if their friendship was at stake.

Arsh clenched his fist at the thought of 'what if women's heart is fragile? Not everyone is sensible.' He turned away from her and grabbed his protein shake bottle and left the gym adding, "I already made myself clear." He added coldly.

"Arsh" She yelled his name but he didn't turn back and left.

Arsh paused when he found Rian who might be passing by was standing there. Even though he couldn't be as handsome as his elder brother, he was still good-looking, humorous and a Morgan who dares to tease his brother anytime, anywhere.

Arsh thought he might be dissatisfied hearing them but Rian flashed a proud smile, "I had told you, you guys never can be the Fourie." He chuckled to lighten Arsh's mood as he patted his back to relax him.

Arsh faintly smiled and walked downstairs with him without knowing Naira had called Arna who was still in deep slumber.

The groggy voice of Arna had just sounded, "It's better" 'be important.'

Naira blurted out without hearing her, "Your brother is insane. He finds the thought of us dating is nonsense and turned me down saying he sees me as a sister. I was anxious as hell and he walked on me as if nothing happened."

Arna frowned on the other, displeased by Naira's behavior. She had faced rejection too but her behavior and emotions were entirely opposite to Naira's so she asked directly forgetting she lost her sleep.

[Girl, as far as I know, rejection hurts but it doesn't bring anger. You will be desperate but not resentment. Do you really love my brother?]

Naira had forgotten when it comes to the matter of love, Arna is just like her parents. She is completely aware of the dating rumors of Arna which were just hype used by the celebrities and she put on a show but the one she loves is Ivan which never changed for many years.

Momentarily speechless, Naira quickly regained, "Arna, are you doubting me now? Everyone is different, don't weigh me the same as you." She sounded displeased.

Arna sighed on the other end and tried to calm her down, [Don't even think Bro is the same as Ivan. Bro is too stubborn. I am not trying to discourage you, instead of getting angry, why don't you patiently talk to him? I am sure if you sincerely try, you will have a chance.]

This time her words failed to calm Naira and she wasn't even motivated but her anger still lingered in her eyes. "I am shamelessly asking him and you are saying I am not sincere enough. Thank you so much." Her sarcastic voice ended and she hung up the call.

Naira stormed out of the gym to the second floor to go to Arsh's room.

She entered inside the Arsh's room after like ages. She was stunned. The Morgan mansion is vast to start with so the rooms were huge. Arsh's bedroom was completely turned into a smart room and the room was in duplex style connecting the room upstairs.

The room was minimalistic in grey and white. The bedroom had no extra furniture other than a large bed in the center with small bedside tables on each side. The chandelier wasn't high but reachable from the bed in geometrical pattern.

At just two steps, there was a wooden relaxing chair with a light stand and many books around on the floor. One side of the wall was a sliding glass door to the balcony where only two chairs and a small center table were present.

The stairs upstairs were in brown shades with a simple pattern. She itched to check what was upstairs but controlled herself looking at the room that didn't actually make her comfortable. 

It was like there were mysteries and secrets buried in the room. Her instincts weren't wrong either. She couldn't even make out where his bathroom and closet are.

Her heart was ramming so hard that she felt her stomach lurch. She felt like the Arsh she knew is totally different from the real one. 

"What are you doing here?"

Standing in the middle of the room, she jerked around and couldn't understand how he appeared there. She didn't even hear the door opening and closing. Everything behind him looked like a wall.

Arsh crossed his arms and watched her. Her stomach twisted and turned but the words didn't come out of her lips looking at his gaze. That gaze was so unfamiliar that it sent shivers down her spine. It was like he wasn't Arsh she knew but a whole new person she never met.

'Arsh isn't like that, what am I thinking?' She thought. She couldn't just accept the person who was friendly with her being lazy all the time carrying the undercurrent in his eyes that made her tremble.

'Love?' She even doubted it because she doesn't even know the person in front of her. This side of him felt so real yet difficult to accept.

She again jerked and her breath hitched when there was a knock on the door. She turned to see Noor having the same pleasant smile facing Arsh who still looked damn serious and deathly cold.

It was like Noor didn't find any difference in his behavior. "You both are here!? I came instead of the maid, will you guys have dinner here? Or going out?"

Naira alternated her gaze between the two while Arsh responded, "I am coming downstairs." He paused glancing at trembling Naira but thanks to her excellent acting skills, she hid her weird fear, "Naira is going home." He didn't want her stay.

Noor still had her little lovely smile as she nodded with a response, "Alright, I will inform it in the kitchen. Dinner will be ready soon." She left from there without entering the room and didn't wait for a response or bothered about what they were doing in the bedroom.

Often studying in the Morgan mansion learning from Arsh, she was well acquainted with everyone unlike Naira so others hardly treated Noor as a guest but a member in the house.