As soon as they entered Riya's room, Seema went straight to freshen up.
After leaving her there, Riya suddenly heard her mother calling from downstairs and quickly ran down.
Now—
Only Anshika was left alone in the room.
She slowly looked around, observing everything carefully. Then, as if remembering something, she stepped out of the room and began walking through the hallway, glancing around.
Step by step—
She moved toward the other rooms.
And soon—
She found herself standing right in front of Om's room.
Anshika looked around once, making sure no one was watching… then gently tried to open the door.
To her surprise—
It wasn't locked.
Slowly… without making a sound… she pushed the door open just a little and peeked inside.
What she saw—
Made her pause.
Inside, a boy was standing with his back facing her, completely focused on a bookshelf filled with books. His upper body was bare, and from the way he stood, it was clear he was deeply absorbed in reading.
She could only see his back.
But something about him—
Held her there.
For a few seconds, she just kept watching.
Then suddenly—
The boy picked up a book and turned toward the door.
The moment Anshika saw his face—
She froze.
It was Om.
But something about him felt different.
Because of his deep focus, there was a strange glow on his face, making him look even more captivating.
Anshika's eyes slowly drifted—
From his face…
To his body.
His physique was strong, perfectly built, and well-defined. His six-pack abs were clearly visible, and her gaze unknowingly stopped there.
Even after years in the gym, building such a body wasn't easy—
Yet Om had it effortlessly.
The veins in his arms stood out prominently, making him look even more powerful and attractive.
The way he was reading so intently…
The way he casually ran his finger over his lips before turning a page…
All of it—
Felt strangely mesmerizing.
Anshika couldn't look away.
She didn't understand what was happening to her.
Her surroundings faded away—
And all she could see—
Was him.
In a soft whisper, almost to herself, she said—
"God… he's so charming… I just want to keep looking at him like this… I wish I hadn't been so arrogant that day… I should have said yes… how did I hurt someone like him… he's just… perfect…"
"Right?"
A voice suddenly came from beside her.
Startled, Anshika quickly turned her head—
Seema was standing right next to her.
Watching her.
With a very knowing smile.
Anshika was caught off guard.
"Seema… you… you're done?"
She tried to sound normal.
"Yes, I'm done," Seema said, still smiling, "but what exactly are you doing here?"
"I… I was just… looking around the house… nothing else…"
Anshika replied nervously.
"Yeah… I saw that."
Seema's teasing tone only made her more flustered.
"Now will you both stop whispering outside my room?"
A voice came from the door.
"Please… you're disturbing my reading."
Both of them turned instantly—
And there he was.
Om.
Standing at the door, leaning casually against it, looking straight at them.
"Umm… sorry! We were just— the papers… signatures… ownership—"
Anshika started fumbling over her words.
"Alright, alright… relax,"
Om said calmly,
"don't take so much pressure. Are you okay? Do you want some water? You don't look fine."
"Yes—no—"
Both Anshika and Seema spoke at the same time.
Om raised his eyebrows, confused.
"What is going on with you two…" he thought.
(He had actually noticed someone outside earlier when Anshika was whispering… but when two voices started, he had no choice but to step in.)
"If you're not feeling well, you can come inside and sit for a while,"
Om said.
"Umm… like this?"
Seema said, glancing at his bare upper body.
That's when Om suddenly realized—
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Oh… uh… sorry,"
he said, slightly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact,
"I was about to wear something… it just happened suddenly."
He quickly went inside and put on a T-shirt.
As he walked in—
Seema leaned toward Anshika and whispered,
"With a body like that… he should make it a habit."
Anshika, already flustered, sat down on the sofa inside his room.
Om handed them a bottle of water.
"So… what were you doing outside my room?"
he asked again, looking at Anshika,
"and wait… what are you even doing at my house?"
Seema answered quickly,
"We were sent by Anshika's uncle. We need signatures on some documents—from you and your family."
"Mine is fine… but why my family's?"
Om asked, confused.
"Because you told the mayor that the clinic ownership will be in your aunt's name."
Seema explained.
"Oh… right. Thanks. I completely forgot,"
Om nodded.
Then he looked back at Anshika.
"But still… what were you doing outside my room?"
That question—
Hit again.
Anshika froze.
She had no answer.
"W-we… we…"
She tried to think, her eyes moving around—
Searching for an excuse.