Robbed
She extended an arm and went to touch hischeek, and balled her hand into a fist as it almost touched it, he alwayssmelled so good, like some unknown fragrance… sage, pine, or bergamot or birch.He reeked of class and style. She usually didn’t give such men a second look…ever
He watched stunned, and he held her wristfirmly, Letting out a slow agonized gasp
“Viveka” he growled adding a “Ahh!” atthe end… as if she had robbed him of his life and soul and being, He had said her name privately many times, hehad no idea the first time he would say it out loud would be to her
Such a beautiful name. He had read someplace that we become the name that’s given to us.
Boy did she..
The most gorgeous woman he had ever met,way out of his league, miles smarter than him, intellectually they were galaxies apart.
He ached for her
the unexpected call out, the way he said hername possessively sent her over the edge, A delinquent sob escaped her throat
“Not here” he said his tone holding a promise, it sent a wave of soaringpleasure still holding her wrist firmly
“I am sorry” she apologized
“Don’t” he said quietly
He stood there quietly until herbreathing calmed down, her eyes were closed, his grip was firm yet gentle, thewell groomed fingers wrapping around her slender wrist like they always knewhow
“I am fine” she smiled taking a long deepbreath
“Good” he said softly like he cared,slowly releasing her wrist
“Are you going back in?” he asked
“I am the cousin” she smiled weaklyleaning back on the wall
Her phone beeped
It was Abhishek “Bata kidhar hai mainaata hoon” he sent a wink
“I am walking back to the hall” shetexted “A-Kar” she finished
He tried not to look at her phone
He stepped away
She turned to walk away in the oppositedirection
“That was unexpected and awkward” shesaid displaying a maturity befitting her name
“It doesn’t matter” he leaned on the wallhis arms across his chest, one foot up on the wall
“Hope you enjoyed the engagement” shesmiled quietly playing the perfect hostess
“I got here 20 minutes ago”
“the food should be awesome, its anauthentic cook from Bareilly or cooks” she said playing tour guide
“Have you eaten?” he asked
She turned red at the possessive concern
“Umm. No… my parents are eating”
His eyes danced with amusement as a retortformed in his head “So only two per family are allowed to eat?”
“I mean I could eat too but I was too tired after dancing” she said
He nodded, she began to wave and stopped
He hoped she would ask him to go back with her and they would eat together, he felt like a lucky ba---rd tonight, she had unwittingly opened her composed façade a tiny crack and allowed him to glance at the emotional fiery being inside. He had a private box view to her soul. She was not out of reach unattainable for those few minutes, she was right here in flesh and blood and sentiment.
His Mom was crazy to hand craft a shiny, lab created thoroughbred women, who were waiting for the right billionaire husband that Daddy would buy for them
Just look at Viveka Mathur!!
He exhaled watching her walk away
She would tell him about every dish, and how it was made
He would tell her why he is going to Singapore every week
He imagined going home with her and making sensuous love to her, comforting her in his arms, treating her like she was Kalyani, protecting her and pampering her
But she would go home with Abhishek.. tohis place
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