New week new update. Long chapter ahead and get ready for a steamy scene ahead.

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The numbers won't just leave me alone. That many deaths has me shaken up badly. And all because of Basheer? I can't even go accuse him, then he will understand that I have been spying on him. That brown manilla envelope, I need to get it. Perhaps it has some answers to my everlasting questions.

Should I just seduce Basheer? The idea seems promising and easy. But I really don't want to associate with a person like him.

Haven't we associated enough already?

I will just go with my original plan. I get up from my bed, slip on the kameez and make my way to the window, pulling it open and taking deep breaths.

My eyes catch some dust particles settled on the window pane as I wipe a finger over it and bring it to my nose, inhaling it deeply.

Soon enough my eyes water and I start sneezing. I inhale further trying to trigger my allergic reaction to dust even further. Satisfied, I have tortured myself enough to cause a rosy hue on my nose and mucus accumulated in my nose to give the impression of cold, I make my way to Basheer's room.

I don't knock this time, but stride inside in one swift motion, acting very much sick and worried and still sneezing before I say, " Basheer. . . "

Startled to find me standing at the door he immediately pushes back the paper into the manilla envelope before putting it into a cupboard and locking it. My eyes notice the keys still hanging to the lock, but then I avert my eyes to look at him as if I was not interested in whatever he was doing.

" What happened Sahiba?"

Back to Sahiba. Are we?

" Basheer I feel hot." I say as his eyes widen and then realise how wrong it sounds, " I mean I have fever and a runny nose. Could you get me an Ibuprofen and a cough syrup?"

Basheer relaxes visibly as I finish my words, but then his stoic expression is up. He finishes the distance between us as he walks up to me before resting his left hand on my forehead.

" You don't have a fever." He says, his brows furrowing.

" Are you acting sick Nehali?"

I sneeze again before continuing, "Do you think I am acting now too?"

" Yes." He says totally unperturbed.

Rubbing my nose once again, " I have internal fever. That's why I feel hot but a thermometer or your hand in this case won't feel it. The only symptoms are cough and cold." I finish before asking him in a mildly irritated tone, " Can you get me the medicine please? Or am I supposed to keep on sneezing all through the day?"

" Okay. Fine. Now, go back to your room."

I sniff twice rubbing my nose before as the sneezing finally stops, " Can I stay here? I don't want to be alone." I say, looking up at him trying to draw his pity.

" Well, I guess okay. Just don't sniff around."

" I am sick and so lonely. Why would I do that?"

My dignity overrides my loneliness.

It's only the envelope that has me acting like a damsel in distress.

" Rest here. I will go get the medicine." He says before striding out.

I don't miss how he takes the key with him before going out. It must be really important.

I tread my way to the bed as I remember that time I was here, before my dignity was shred into pieces.

We are over that Nehali.

Right. I won't spend my time analysing that moment. I have a plan up my sleeves. I need to work on it. But the key is gone. I need to wait for the right moment. It's too early to act now.

I lay down on his bed drawing up my legs to my chest, in a foetal position. His trace is left behind in the pillows as they smell of jasmine and woodsy. I inhale the crisp, earthy smell momentarily forgetting as to who he is and let it lull me to sleep.

" Are you sniffing me like a dog?"

Huh?

" What?" I say, immediately pulling away the pillow from my nose and sitting up.

" What makes you think that? I was only trying to sleep."

He nods, as his lips lift up on one side. I snort trying to shoo away the embarrassment at being caught.

" Here's your Ibuprofen and cough syrup." He says pulling out something from his pocket.

" Thanks," I say, not even looking at him.

What does he think of himself?

He places it on a table beside the bed before moving away from my line of sight.

I can not let him out of my sight. I need to see where he puts the keys. So I turn back, resting my back on the headrest so that I have a full view of the room.

I notice how he puts the keys in his pant's pockets before pulling open his thobe to reveal a very much bare, hairy, muscular chest. I avert my eyes before he can totally hypnotize me. I don't want him to know how much he affects me.

He knows. A traitorous voice whispers.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes shut, a red tinge forming on my cheeks as the room feels too small for me. Suddenly I am too conscious of how close he is, how close I am to everything that screams his name. His smell is everywhere and annoyingly enough it only soothes me. I want to hate him so bad. But I can't. Even after all that he said to me.

The bed dips down beside me as I open my eyes to reveal a bare chested Basheer beside me, very close to me.

" Are you going to be here?"

" It's my room. Where do you suppose I should be?"

Ah, well, I hadn't taken this into consideration.

My breath hitches as I realise a little bit of movement from either side and we will be touching.

"Can you please maintain some distance? You are invading my personal space. " I beg, my voice coming out airy instead of being irritated.

" Didn't you not want to be alone?" He asks, moving closer, gently brushing his bare arm against mine, settling it there itself, touching my arm. The gentle, not so innocent touch has every nerve ending in my body sensitized. I try to move away but he takes hold of my arms pulling me to him roughly, " Why don't you just accept you missed me? That's why you made up this entire drama?"

" No. I prefer being away from you. But, I am alone, sick and emotionally unstable and have no one here except you."

Except you. This part has me gulping painfully as a pain not so familiar clenches a certain organ in my chest.

Is it angina?

I must have developed a heart disease and a hypothalamic lesion too.

But he doesn't move away, instead his breath fans my neck as he brings his mouth to my ears, " I missed you." His words, just a whisper loud enough to throw my insides in a frenzy of chaotic emotions. A moan escapes my mouth as his breath fans on my left ear. I roughly push him on bed backwards getting up on top of him, striding across him as I press myself to him taking his meeting his lips roughly.

His hands immediately come up to my hair pulling it roughly and his other hand encases my neck. My tongue lightly touches the seam of his lips teasing him, coaxing him to open his lips. He abides, slightly opening his lips before pushing his tongue into my mouth.Mu inexperienced tongue engages in a battle of dominance.

My hands explore the rough contours of his chest, my fingers gliding on his chest hair before finding his nipples and lightly touching them, teasing them, circling them thus stimulating the nerve endings that have him wriggling beneath me.

Being on top feels powerful. Triumph overpowers me as Basheer's hips bounce up every time I tease his nipples. The tips of my hair burn but they feel good as he pulls them even more. A traitorious moan escapes my lips as I kiss him further.

His fingers move from my neck to my sides before roughly encasing my breasts over the material of my dress in one hand as he pinches the already hard nub. My already hard nipples tighten further at the delicious sweet friction. I press into his hardness, rubbing it and eliciting another growl from him. My hands slide from his chest to his sides near his pocket, my left hand continuing the path lightly tracing the inguinal fold and my left hand moves into his pocket while rubbing him vigorously to keep him distracted.

I run my pelvis against his one final time before I pull back with the key now safely enclosed in my left hand, not giving him the chance to resist.

" Was good. Having you at my mercy." I say, my lips quivering up one side as I take in Basheer's enchanted grey eyes, half open mouth still breathing heavily, his dark messy hair framing his face, falling on his forehead, evidence of my fingers pulling them present. The sight in front is a one to behold. If I were a painter, he would have been my muse.

" You kissed me." Is the only thing he says before starting to sit upright, still astonished at my bold move.

" I did. You see my hormones are messing with me. I just used you to release the pent up frustration." I say, trying to sound less airy.

How does it feel to be used, Basheer?

A hard glint takes over his eyes before his lips quirk up on one side in a sardonic smile, " If this is how you use me. I don't mind it." He says this time pushing me back on bed, encaging me in between his tanned arms and muscled hairy chest. His head dips down to the crook of my neck, as the tip of his nose glides up my neck to my coming home to my ears," Is your frustration any better? Or should I continue? Sexually frustrated are we Sahiba?" He continues the last part chuckling.

My heart, still thudding wildly in my chest, my fingers curl over his chest feeling the distinct beating of his heart before I push him away hard with my left hand. But he doesn't budge instead takes my left hand into his grip bringing it to his mouth to kiss my palm. The soft touch of his lips against the roughness of my hands feels tender as I close my eyes momentarily, reveling the moment.

The keys feel too heavy enclosed in my hands and Basher's seduction is not helping it. My right hand slides to the pillow before I tuck it under it. His right hand slides down the curve of my waist, before stopping to push the material of my dress up, revealing my stomach. His fingers lightly trace my navel, continuing on the path upwards to the borders of my bra. His fingers lightly tease the underband, before sliding back to the hook to pull it open. My chest tilts up to meet his, unintentionally giving him the access to my bra hook.

Bloody fizgig!

It's a battle of dominance.

One that I won't lose.

This time I slide my hands down from his chest, tracing the corners of his waistband. Tit for tat. Then, slide back up to his chest before pushing him hard so that he falls back.

He chuckles lightly as he sits up leaning his body on his elbow to one side.

" I think your frustration is taken care of."

"When are we having dinner? " I say, pretending my heart wasn't beating like crazy.

" In a few minutes." He says, quirking up his eyebrows at the sudden change in topic.

"Okay." But, a plan takes shape in my brain, " Can we have dinner here itself?"

" Dinner here? Sahiba, seems like you don't want me getting out of bed today."

" I am not feeling well. I told you. I need to take the medicine after that."

"Okay." He nods, "I will tell her."

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Must Read Fact:

If you are Indian and particularly a Bengali, has your mother ever said ' pet gorom hoyeche' when you had a cough and felt feverish with no fever and next morning she gave you fennel and fenugreek( methi mouri jol) water?

Well, my mother did and I kept wondering what this deisease was. Pet gorom is actually Internal fever mentioned here.

Tell me how you liked the fight for dominance between them. Did you love it?

Will she manage to get the envelop?

Stay safe lovely people.