Hey guys, I know it's been terribly long since I updated my SS. But that's only because I really don't know what to write. I'm at a deadlock concept wise. If any of you have any ideas please feel free to PM me.
But since I love Virman soo much, when this idea popped into my head during a really boring lecture, I couldn't let it go. Here is the result, hope you enjoy it!!
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Of Tears, Condolences and Attraction
He stood outside her door, debating whether he should enter or not. After all, she might not appreciate his intrusion. When he heard her muffled sobs through the almost soundproof door, he knew he had to go inside and comfort her lest she wake up the whole house. That's it, no other reason, he told himself.
As soon as he turned the door knob and pushed the door open, he realized what sounded like sobs outside was actually loud wailing. He quickly shut the door behind him. She sensed his presence and turned her head from where she was lying face down on the bed, to give him a quick glance and buried her face into the pillow and continued crying like a child.
He sighed as his heart constricted at the sight of her tear striken face. 'This is going to be harder than I anticipated' he thought. Especially now that Bhai and bhabhi were on their honeymoon, Manvi was his responsibility. For the time being at least.
He moved towards the bed and sat down next to her vibrating-due-to-crying body, waiting for her to blow up. He knew that she wouldn't let him leave the room without giving him an earful. Barely a minute after he sat down, she started with her rant in her full Rishikesh-express speed.
"This is all because of you! You and your stupid car. If only it hadn't broken down at the wrong time and if you hadn't lost both our wallets, I'd have reached Rishikesh on time and been in Allahabad enjoying my cousin's wedding by now. Then I wouldn't have had to come back here with my di and jiju gone. I wouldn't have broken a vase and dropped water on Swamini bua." She was sitting up, pointing an accusing finger at him and letting it all out at his expense. Her tears temporarily forgotten, anger taking control, then grief struck, "I wouldn't be here, in this prison, being scolded by the jailer." And tears escaped her eyes once again.
He felt like his heart was tearing itself apart into tiny pieces. He wished he could wipe her tears away and make the pain disappear. He hated himself knowing that she was right, he was responsible for her condition. He should've tried harder to find a way to make her reach Allahabad. Hell, he should've dropped her all the way to Allahabad personally. He really should've made more efforts, even fought with Bhai to drop her off. She was his responsibility, he was responsible for her tears and happiness. He knew this house and its rules stifled her, yet a part of him was happy that he'd get to spend more time with her. 'Shame on you, Virat!' he thought. Nobody understands her here, just like nobody understood him. He could gauge how lonely she must be feeling in this strange atmosphere with the sole support of her sister gone. He had to make her feel better.
He cupped her face in his hands, wiped away her tears with his thumb and whispered, "Shhh... I'm sorry."
He didn't know whether he made the first move or she did, but the next moment her head was buried in his chest, wetting his shirt with her in controllable sobs, her hand on his back with his shirt bunched up in her fists as if she was ready to rip it apart. He was stroking her hair with one hand while the other clutched her waist. 'Why does she smell like roses?' he thought as he breathed in her hair.
"Shhh... Everything will be fine. It's okay. You'll be back in Rishikesh in no time."
He alternated between kissing her hair and resting his cheek on it. He began to wonder if he was trying to console her or himself a he rubbed his hand in her back in an attempt to calm her down.
After about half an hour of her testing his patience he started to question whether her tear ducts were malfunctioning and he needed to take her to a doctor to make her stop crying. Surely, nobody could cry THIS MUCH!
He pulled her away from his body and asked, "Hey, are you seriously crying or just fooling around? Cause I swear, even new born babies don't cry this much." He held her face in his hands again.
She smiled at the thought of tiny human bodies wrapped in little blankies with cartoons made on them but didn't say anything, quite contrary to character.
"You look really ugly when you cry." Then as an afterthought added, "You should always keep smiling, you look pretty when you do." His words turned into a whisper as he traced her lower lip with one calloused thumb. Manvi closed her eyes in response to his gentle caress that was beginning to create havoc on her senses, her palms plastered to his chest. She was suddenly extremely aware of all the touching that was going on but enjoying the feel of her head cradled in his hands, his thumb on her lips. She felt her pulse race, her breathing becoming shallower every time she felt his hot breath fanning her face. Her muscles were tense, afraid that the moment would break if she dared to move.
She felt his hand trail her neck making her body temperature rise to a 100 degrees in the cold Chandigarh weather. Her hands balled into fists pulling at his shirt. Suddenly an image of what his chest would feel like beneath her hands formed in her mind, skin-on-skin, no obstruction and made her already pink cheeks blush deeper.
Virat thought he would loose control any moment when his fingers glided along the silky smooth skin on her neck, especially since they were just inches apart. Then his gaze dropped lower and he felt his breath catch. 'Where were frivolous little things like dupattas when you really needed them?' he thought as he gazed at the hint of visible cleavage longingly, his fingers involuntarily following his gaze. His mouth went dry as he stared at her heaving chest with just a little desperation. While his hand continued its journey down her body and stopped at the point just above her left breast where he could feel her increased heart rate.
That's when he came back to earth, 'She's crying, you moron. She's upset. This is not the time to get turned on no matter how long it's been!' he chided himself. He pulled his arms back and surprised himself by managing to stand on his two feet without stumbling.
Manvi opened her eyes, flustered by her thoughts and actions. 'What is wrong with you? Just because you're attracted to him, doesn't mean he is attracted to you too. And you don't have permission to imagine him shirtless, at any cost.' Cold air enveloped her form and she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"Uhhh... I should leave, it's really late, get some sleep. Uhhh... Bye" he murmured and fled from her room, stopping only when he reached his bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to knock some sense into his head and other parts of his anatomy.
Manvi laid silently on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Swamini's wrath being the last thing on her mind.
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Okay, so how was it?
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