Can you mend my broken heart? Chapter 77

They just smiled with their eyes and looked at each other fondly . They understood each other so well . Without saying much they could clearly understand each other's pain and state of mind .

Raymond got up from his chair and got some wet wipes for Akira from the washroom .

"Here", he said and handed the wipes to Akira . Then he went inside the washroom and washed his face and came back .

His face and his upper body was all wet . He had folded the sleeves of his crisp white shirt and had opened a couple of his top shirt buttons . He had a chiseled chest and his strong arms were making him look all so attractive . Even though his body was clad with a shirt, it took no guessing how well maintained and toned it was . Akira saw his figure coming out of the bathroom, oozing out all this masculinity and gasped for air . Her eyes wanted to focus on anything else possible present in the room apart from him . But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't . Her entire focus shifted to him . She didn't know but unknowingly she had started admiring him . She absentmindedly started chewing on her nails out of all the nervousness and then started touching her lips while her eyes were busy admiring his stature .

"What?", Raymond asked when he saw her gawking at him . Well, to be honest, he liked the way she had channeled all her attention towards him .

"Huh . . . nothing?", she said all guilt trodden and stole her eyes and started fiddling with a paper clip that she had found on the desk . He laughed in his head seeing her struggling with her thoughts this way . He threw the face towel on the bed and came towards her taking large strides .

He was in such close proximity that Akira couldn't breathe . Her head was still hanging low staring at the ground . The pit in her stomach was expanding exponentially engulfing her away, bit by bit . He smiled again and then took the paper clip from her hand and placed it back on the desk . He placed his hand on her shoulder gingerly, taking care not to touch her wounds and gently pushed her back onto the chair and said .

"Sit . it's not the office that you have to wait for my permission . "

Akira sank in the chair without saying a word .

He picked the bowl from the desk and started eating the Mac and cheese . It was a bit cold by now but still tasty . Akira saw him eating peacefully, sitting on the bed and somehow deep down felt good about it .

"You cook well", Raymond said after having a few spoonfuls .

"Umm", said Akira and quickly glanced at her watch .

"Don't worry I will drop you at your place and don't say no because you know that you will save on the Uber fare", Raymond said and winked at her .

Akira stared hard at him . The Raymond she knew was never this cocky . This was new but she smiled . She was relieved that the environment there had lightened up a bit .

"So how is your character design going on?", asked Raymond .

"Going really well . I did three designs for one character and one of them was approved by Simon, so I am working on that one", Akira said all enthusiastically .

"We have also worked on the color palette to suit the guild and we . . "

Suddenly Akira's phone buzzed and interrupted their conversation . She picked up the phone instantly as it was Vikram's call .

"Where are you now? why haven't you been replying to my texts?", asked Vikram .

"Oh sorry, I had put it in vibrate mode so didn't realize", Akira said .

"Are you back home yet?", Vikram asked impatiently .

"I will start from here in another five - ten minutes", Akira said .

"How will you come alone so late in the night . Send me the location . I will pick you up", Vikram said with a tone filled with concern and irritation too .

Akira turned back looking at Raymond replied, " Don't worry, I won't take a cab . Raymond will drop me" .

Blood boiled inside Vikram's body instantly . His brows furrowed instantly after hearing Raymond's name .

"I thought it was a party for the kids", Vikram asked .

"Yeah, it was . He came in a few minutes back . He had some urgent meeting it seems and couldn't make it to the main party", Akira explained .

"But I heard that his assistant had some urgent health issues and he had gone with him to the hospital . He is back so early?", Vikram asked all surprised .

"Who? David?", Akira asked all surprised and worried . She then immediately turned towards Raymond and asked him,

"What happened to David? Is he all right? You didn't say anything about it . Where is he admitted?", Akira asked all worried .

"Don't worry he is all fine . He gets fits occasionally . He is resting at his home now after consulting a doctor", Raymond said and continued eating .

"I see", Akira said and continued back to her phone .

"He is resting after consulting the doctor", I checked with Raymond right now .

"Yes, I heard", Vikram muttered angrily . He was not able to digest the thought of her and Raymond together under the same roof .

"Go back home Akira, it's late . Call me once you reach", Vikram said and kept the call .

He couldn't believe that he was letting her slip away this time again . He was sure that she didn't have any feelings harbored inside her for Raymond but he knew that it was not the same the other way around . He had seen the way Raymond looked at her and he knew it was not platonic .

Akira kept the call and when she turned back she saw that Raymond was done with the food . She was happy to see the empty bowl . Raymond had already picked up his jacket and car keys and when he heard her disconnect the call, he said,

"Let's go" .

She got down from the car and started walking towards her door . Raymond suddenly got out from his car in a fit and stopped her by gripping her hand .

"Hey, thanks for today", he said sincerely .

"Good night Raymond", Akira smiled and looked at him .

He had her hand held in his own for a moment . But in the next moment, he felt the sweat from her hands so he let her go . She took a few steps towards her house but then turned back and waved at him again . He stood there till she went inside the house and closed the door behind her .

Then he started his car and went back home with a languid smile on his face . She stood behind that door trying to calm her racing heart down . She then lifted her hand which he had held a few minutes ago and looked at it for a moment before placing it on her chest . She closed her eyes and took a deep breath .

They both were painted in the color of happiness .

But not everything was all Rosy and Violet . A few meters away from Akira's house, sat a guy in his car with his brows furrowed and his fists clenched . He was conjuring all his strength to keep himself calm but it looked like he was running out of patience .

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