Rudra was usually a lovely man, he really was. He was a gentleman and a sweetheart around you. Usually. There was just moments he just was extra annoying.

You weren't sure whether it was boredom or whether it was for anything specific, but he could irritate you so easily when he wanted to.

Just like at the moment, you'd feel the smallest pinch on your arm or stomach, obviously it was him since there was no one else sat next to you. And it just so happened that every time you turned to look at him, he was turned away, his lips pressed tightly together to stop himself from laughing.

Rudra's eyes land on you with a faux confused expression, pretending it wasn't him. He furrows his eyebrows at you, “what, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?„