Story 2

The Gentleman Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 12

I could feel his breath on my neck. I tried withholding my breathing that now happened through my mouth.  Darn, my desires. I wanted him to make magic moving his lips against mine. I had been keeping track of my desires that became strangely wild around him. Percase the side effects of marriage. I had often found myself drooling over this man. 

"Good night! " he said suddenly jerking backwards. What? No. Kiss. What's wrong with him? Hold on. If something was wrong with anyone, it had to be me. 

"Good night!" I said embarrassed. Turning quickly after giving him a glance. I heard him walk away. Why was he not initiating something between us? I blinked. Did I want it? I feared the answer. Was it okay to have a desire, an attraction to someone you didn't exactly love? I was feeling that for him. Oh no. It was the marriage that was driving me to such thoughts I began convincing myself. Before I even realised he walked past me and stood before me. I gazed at him wide eyed. 

"Fudge this pretense!" He cursed, as his hand made it to the back of my head. The next thing I sank in was, my head being pulled closer and his lips over mine. Just what I wanted. I allowed his desperate ministrations and as the feeling sank in, I moved my tongue just as he did. There was sudden heat between us. The ice cold tongues entangled in new hotness. 

I liked how he broke apart to breathe but still kept the lips in contact. I didn't have the guts to look up neither the heart. My gaze was fixed at his lips in those moments when my eyes were open. 

They met, they parted. Our lips seemed to be on their own. I felt his other hand securely on my back while the first was still swimming in my hair. My hands were on either side of his t-shirts hem clutching it tightly. I felt his finger tip up my chin a few minutes later as we both were breathing heavily. I met his eyes. Not just my mouth but my entire face felt like a furnace.  

"Fu-" he said nibbling over my lower lips. I moaned at the sudden sharp tug on my lower lip. 

"Sorry!" He gasped immediately still struggling to breathe. No sooner he said that then his lips took in my lower soothing them. I felt crazy. Warm, mushy and like a jelly. Darn was that it? I was..I was turned on! I grew rigid at the thought. This was a massive realisation that hit me anxious suddenly. 

Before I even knew he had pushed me to the wall, and was kissing my neck. I liked how his muscular body pressed against his mine, how his hand had now entangled mine, how his lips brushed my neck. I felt myself melt. No, no. My anxiety grew. I was muddled. "Arjun.." I breathed out. 

"Arjun" I said a little firmly again.

"Hmm." He said turning to me. His dark brown eyes looking at me through his handsome lashes.

I stared at him. He seemed drugged. I was scared to tell him that I wasn't exactly ready. Why scared? Even I wasn't sure. Because I didn't want him to hate me or because I didn't want him to feel dejected. 

I didn't know what to do at the moment, his lips were before my eyes. His ragged breath fanning my face. His hands intertwined with mine. Worked up thoroughly, I simply kissed his lips. I liked how  they helped me slip into another world altogether. He kissed me back. Our tongues madly mating. My hands found their way up his arms, to his shoulders. I gave in to my long hidden temptation of touching his perfect face. His stubble felt rough against my hands. I felt him jerk my body closer to his. I broke away staring at him. Even though I craved more of this hot passionate world, my fears made me reject the idea. I took in heavy breaths pulling away. 

Our gazes met. 

"You don't want it, do you?" He asked bending down resting his chin on my shoulder. I didn't really understand why he did that.

"I..I.."

"I know." He said softly. "Sorry, if I took it all too far. Saying that he inched his body away from mine. I suddenly didn't like it. 

" I need time." I said quickly. 

"Hmm." He hummed. "Good night!" He said, but didn't move. 

"Good night!" I wished him softly making a slight movement to give him the cue. He stepped back. I gave him an awkward look and immediately walked away till I reached the room. He waited till I shut the door. I leaned over the door, panting. I had never felt this way before. How was I supposed to face him after all this? I closed my eyes running again in my head what had just happened. I liked how his scent still lingered in the air around me. Jeez, I was crazily attracted to him. 

* * *

The next morning all I knew was anxiety. The prospect of facing him made me want to become invisible. Last night I was completely into those hot moments. But right now, I was only cursing myself. Why did I have to give in? Why did I have to kiss him back? I knew the answer. But I assumed the answer to be a inaccessible.

I quickly moved out of my room only to meet him on the stairs. "Good morning!" He wished me cheerfully, showing no signs of awkwardness. Okay, maybe the deal was ignoring whatever happened altogether. Great idea. "Good morning" I smiled back relaxing myself. 

"Shall we leave in an hour?" He asked.

"Where?" I asked him rather dumbly.

"Supermarket!" 

"Right. Ahh, how about you go and I stay to get things ready for the evening?" I had planned this prehand. 

"Fine. Seems a better idea. " he said flashing a smile, looking back at his phone screen. Was he upset with the sudden change of plan? I frowned. 

The breakfast was boring. He was busy on his phone the entire time. Something he usually never did. Maybe he was upset about the last night. Perhaps he expected more of me. Or it could be the sudden change I had introduced.I really had no clue. He left and I went about arranging the living hall. The sofas and table had been moved to the small but sufficient room at the back. Flower vases were placed at their respective places, new cutlery was brought out and washed then dried. I ran across the place to check if things were fine. Reena Aunty, our maid had brought two young ladies to help during the course of day. 

Things went perfectly fine. After he came back we worked on the dinner. A few things were ordered the others we all prepared together. He was back to his light mood much to my relief. He flirted, made me laugh, we fought stupidly and learned from each other. My mother's advice, well, was coming to be true. He can cook? Then marry him! I chuckled remembering it. But, just imagine if he wasn't good at cooking and considering the fact that I didn't much like it, we'd never have such a great time. But the kind of passion he showed for cooking made me admit, cooking could be an art. More than that, cooking, no more seemed a tiring overrated idea to me. I began to like cooking especially loved it when he appreciated it. Honestly, he did that very rarely. Until now only four times!

The evening came quickly. We had both taken afternoon naps after setting everything. Guests began filling in. I felt extremely out of place. I didn't know any of them. He however was always around me, introducing me with pride. It fluttered my heart. 

"All okay?" He asked me entering my room. He usually knocked. But now he didn't.

"I saw you walking up... So I thought of checking of your were fine." He explained.

"Yeah, I am fine. I just wanted to change my earrings. These had started to hurt. " I explained. I was wearing a deep blue dress that landed somewhat lower than my knees. Needless to mention he had helped me selecting it for the evening. I had no clue what kind of crowd would end up at home and didn't want to look the odd one out. But I still felt. All the women down there, a few models, fashion designers, others his friends and acquaintances wore rich clothes, short, sleeveless, and all of latest fashion.

"Come." He said as I finished. He actually stood patiently waiting for me to finish. 

" Do you think I really look appropriate to appear as your wife? " I asked straightening my dress as we walked down the passage. I was skeptic. I didn't want to disappoint him. 

"You look lovely, wifey!" He said, flashing a smile. 

I smiled back. He looked hot. A simple T-shirt paired with a blazer and jeans. I liked how the shade of his T-shirt matched the color of my dress. I was almost sure he decided to wear that T-shirt after he had chosen my dress. 

I was pleasantly surprised when I met my friends. He had invited them as well! So sweet of him to take the care to do that! 

Aaru, Radish and Ruhi were there grinning at me. I stared at then wide eyed. Oh wait, there names– Aarushi, Radhika and Ruhaani. At times like these I was glad my name was already short. People wouldn't come up with still shorter nicknames.

I hugged them and expressed my surprise. "Arjun's plan." They tittered. I smiled looking behind and there he came up to me grinning. His hand wrapped around my waist. "How did you like the surprise?" He asked me in a charming tone. But my mind was where his hand was. The three girls grinned staring at me. Not in front of my friends! I never would've objected if it was his colleagues and friends. But these girls would tease me later. First of all that Adi, my cousin wasn't enough. Over calls and texts the only thing she chanted was "give me details". Like what details? Of my savings bank account?!

I smiled cordially at Arjun, quickly tapping his hand as the three girls attention was on my face . He blinked. " Thank you. " I said softly, tapping his hand which rested over my waist, again. 

"Oh, you don't have to!" He said pulling back his hand grinning. One of those three idiots laughed. God, help me!

A small note to the readers- more like a reminder.

This is all told from Nisha's perspective, so you'll never know what's actually right, what's wrong. You are currently seeing, feeling things as Nisha sees/feels them. 

Just wanted to say so that things make sense as we move forward.

–Anami!

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