FF: Keeping the moon... END PART- Pg 77 - Page 12

One hour and forty five minutes. I have been standing here, in the middle of Shiv's room, alone, for one hour and forty five minutes. Shiv is not in the room, and he was not here when I got here. The party is still going full swing downstairs because I can hear the chattering of people and the music in the background. Wondering what Shiv's room looks like? Where should I start, it is beautiful, quiet masculine, but still beautiful. It has deep grey walls, with one wall the one behind the bed, being covered with wallpaper made of his various, black and white pictures from over the years. His bed, is gigantic, I bet my entire family could sleep comfortably on it, heck even Shiv's family could fit. And it looks really comfortable, with many big fluffy pillows, a large duvet, and silk sheets, I just feel like diving into it. Looking at the bed is making me realize how tired and sleepy I actually am. The strings of flowers that are hanging of the bed are spreading an intoxicating scent around the room, which is not helping my drowsiness. Maybe some fresh air would help? Now there is a door at the other end of the room that I am sure leads to a private balcony, I could stand there for a couple minutes and let the cool breeze wash over me, reviving my energy, so maybe I could wait and little longer for Shiv.

Oh my goodness, footsteps. I hear footsteps outside the room. It must be Shiv. I can't just be standing here I should look like I am busy doing something. But what? What can I be busy doing, in his room? There has to be something. I have to hurry, think, think, think! Oh gosh, the door is opening, think! Sitting on the bed, I could be sitting on the bed smelling the flowers! Rush! I have to rush to the bed, before he gets into the room.
Darn this heavy lengha. I need to pick up the skirt and make a run for it.

Oh no! Oh no! No! NO! I didn't know the floor can be this slippery. I tripped, slipped and then fell, landing right into Shiv's arms. I have no option now, but to nervously laugh, and just hope that when I finally get the courage to look up to him, he is not giving me his very serious and angry look. What? He is smiling at me. Immediately I push him back, straitening myself. No he is not smiling he is laughing at me. Anybody can fall! Not my fault his floors are so slippery. Huffing and puffing I turn around, I am not even going to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, perfectly fine!" How can he even ask me that? Of course I am okay; I just tripped a little not like I fell of a cliff!

"So we have to sleep together."

"What?"

"I meant, in … this … room, you … and … I … have … to … share … this … room, so we … have … to … sleep … in… the … same … room!"

"Oh." That what I thought too. What else would I think? He doesn't need to speak so slowly, I can understand him.

"Well…"

There is not way I am sleeping on the floor, that too, which is marble and will be so cold. "We can sleep on the bed together." Okay why is he looking at me like that, surprised? There is now way I am letting him tell me to sleep on anything other than the bed. "Your bed is so big; I have no problem in sharing it with you. I mean unless you have a problem. I can totally understand, it can be difficult with such a beautiful girl right beside you. I won't blame you if you want to sleep on the floor or the couch."

"I have no such problem."

Yes! I get to sleep on the comfy bed! Ok where is he going now? where does that door lead, that he just went into? I never noticed that door, in his room earlier. Oh my goodness, what if it is like a secret room, attached to his room. Maybe this secret room hides a big raaz. This door has been locked for years, and only Shiv is allowed into the room, because the raaz is very crucial to the family. What if I just happen to peep in and by mistake discover this secret? I could use this information to my benefit later, just something to safeguard my life here. Yes, I will just casually go and open the door, as if I had no idea it was a secret room.

This is exciting, I feel like a detective. Of course in my mind is playing the detective pink panther music as I am tiptoeing across to the door. The door knob feels nice and cool under my warm hands as I slowly turn it to push open the door. Gathering up all my courage I forcefully push the door open, feeling an urge to jump in pulling out my fake gun and pointing it at Shiv, and saying, "Your secret is no longer safe!" and bursting into a evil laugh.