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Chapter 2

Armaan wanted to turn away and let the door shut but he stopped himself. He jammed the cap back on his head making the peak of the cap shield half of his face, he turned so that his face was tilted downward and he put his arm out to keep the door from closing. He saw legs encased in denim with feet encased in well worn sneakers running towards the lift. Before he could lift his eyes to look up at the rest of her she almost dived into the lift, armaan let the door to the lift close.

Armaan shifted so that he stood with his back towards the girl, not interested to start any form of chit chat. So when he heard a soft "Thankyou!" he just gave a non committal grunt not encouraging any further communication.

She pushed her hair back from her face and gave the man standing infront of her a once over as she rummaged around in her large bag for her cell phone. She grimaced as she tried to find her cell phone in her over crowded bag as she muttered to herself: what a day?

She shook her head as she worried she might have left her cell phone in her other bag. She thought back hard as she recalled the cursed phone call which had made her be here at this time of the day. To make matters worse the purpose of the trip had got lost somewhere and she was left wasting her time. She felt her fingers close around her mobile and she exclaimed: got it!

The moment the words left her mouth the lights flickered, the lift lurched and then shuddered to a stop, with the lights going out. It was pitch dark in the lift as one could hardly see ones own hand infront. She retrieved the cell phone from the bag to switch it on for some illumination. She pressed a button but nothing happened, she paused and then again tried to switch it on. She stared at the cell phone in disbelief as it stubbornly remained dark: what the f**k!

She looked around peering into the darkness trying to see whether any air duct was available or not, any hatch that could lead to possible freedom. But all she saw was darkness and felt the first stirrings of panic. She sensed a movement and remembered the guy infront of her, she quickly recalled a guy in jeans n t-shirt with his arms heavily tattooed his face shielded by a baseball cap. Deciding to know exactly where he was instead of wondering she called out: Hey! Mr... hello you ok!

Armaan was back in his nightmare the moment the lift had plunged into darkness. The still lift had turned into the ever shrinking walls of his prison, he was back in the coffin. He could feel the the darkness taking over his senses. His breath turned choppy his skin clammy with cold sweat that covered him from head to toe. He would have screamed but only managed a choked sound. He could feel the fear closing in on him when he heard her calling to him. He jerked towards the voice grabbing on to it like a lifeline.

She heard him grunt, trying to figure out just where he was standing: are you alright?(encountered by his silence) are you breathing?

Armaan managed to push his fear back enough to speak: I'm fine!

Hearing the shakiness in his voice she stilled but more than the shakiness it was the husky timbre which struck a cord inside her. She shook her head focusing on the man who sounded as if in some form of distress. Trying to figure out his exact location: hard luck getting stuck here, huh?

Armaan lifted his trembling hand and wiped the sweat of his face and murmured: yeah!

Going with her gut instinct: hey are you by any chance scared of small closed places?

Armaan lowered himself to the floor: I'm going to sit down

She followed him down: good idea!(keeping quiet for a little while she heard his breathing turn shallow again) you need to focus on something else. If you keep thinking about how closed it is you are going to lose it.(when he kept silent she continued) you know phobias are worse in our heads in real what we fear ...

Armaan cut her: what we fear is the reason we actually die

She gathered her long hair and started to quickly braid it as it had quickly gotten warm in the still lift. She responded thoughtfully: have you had an encounter with small enclosed places

Armaan grunted: yeah!

She focused on his voice more closely: so what happened?

Armaan gave a short mirthless snort of a laugh: I got out!

She heard the strength and leaned closer: was it tough?

Armaan remembered the darkness n the lack of oxygen as he had pummeled through the wooden planks. He remembered the burning of the torn flesh across his knuckles and he remembered the first breath of air, of freedom: It was impossible

She sensed the despair that rolled of him but as he uttered the words which should have been his breaking she heard strength and determination. Smiling to herself: you know what you are? (faced with his silence she continued) you are a survivor! You not only survived your previous ordeal but managed to escape that place on your own. I am fully confident that todays little adventure is going to be a walk for you.

Armaan had been trying to regularize his breathing keeping the little conversation going with the girl kept him from completely losing it. But when he had thought back to the time in that coffin he had felt the same panic he felt during his nightmares. In his despair somehow it had been the words of complete stranger which had somehow made him feel like there was a light at the end of a tunnel. Listening to her he realized she was actually correct, he had survived the worst.

She waited for him to respond but all she heard was his breathing strong and even, no longer harsh and choppy. She relaxed a little and let her mind wander over how to get out of this mess. She stood up and inched towards the lift doors: I'm going to call for help (when no response came she pounded on the door and called out) hello! Is anyone there! Hello! Plz help! We are stuck here!

Silence followed, she repeated it all again but more silence continued. She dropped down to the floor again and wiped the sweat of her face with the hem of her t-shirt. Sitting on the floor she tried to bring the lift in her mind, trying to recall if there was a hatch or not. Fed up with just waiting she thought about banging on the door again when she got startled by the sound of the mystery man's voice.

Armaan: don't!

Clearly surprised and unnerved: what?

Armaan: don't yell! We don't have any water and no way of knowing how long we are going to be stuck here so don't waste your energy.

Suddenly she realized how dry her mouth felt as the temperature got warmer. She frowned as she scooted forward on the floor not sure where exactly he was sitting. The floor was smooth her denim clad behind making no sound as she scooted forward: do you have any ideas?

She had intended those words to sound sarcastic but had come out sounding genuine. There was a pause and then: as a matter of fact! (she felt a hand close around her ankle before she could yelp she felt herself skid across the floor knocking into a hard male form)

Her hands instantly flattened against the hard plains of a muscular chest to keep herself from smashing into it face first. For a split second her hands rested on his chest taking in his body heat, then she was trying to get back. She realized she was sitting between his legs as in her to get back she put her hand down on his thigh.

Flustered she demanded: what the hell are you doing?

Armaan grabbed her hand and stopped her retreat: wanna check out the overhead hatch?

She stilled: there is a overhead hatch?

Armaan: its doubtful but lets give it a try! Climb up on my shoulder and grope around on the ceiling.(when she remained quiet) I would've done it myself but I don't think you can take my weight.

Frowning she complied: ok! How do we do this?

It had been easier said than done as it was pitch dark. They stood up with Armaan holding on to her arm to know where she was. He thought of asking her name but stopped as he sure as hell didn't want to share his name.

Armaan: ok come forward, stop!(holding on to her arm, he could feel the soft skin but the underlying muscle was strong and toned) now place your foot in my hand, yes like this! I will give you push up step on my thigh and then climb on my shoulder.

She felt her breath hitch as she put her foot on his thigh and then climbed up on his shoulder. She felt herself wobble but she felt his hands clamp around her calf and thighs securing her. Trying to stand straight she lifted her hands up finding the ceiling. She traced it with her fingers trying to feel for that hatch but found nothing. In hindsight going up was easier than getting down especially since it was dark.

Armaan trying to keep her upright: I'll reach up grab my hand

She wobbled: uh! I don't think so!(she lowered herself to reach his hand and managed to lose her precarious balance she would've landed on her face on the floor but somehow armaan managed to catch her.)

He caught her in an awkward position with her back to his front, one of his arm banded beneath his breasts, the other hand gripped across her hip underneath her t-shirt. He had caught her somewhat in mid air so her feet had still not touched the floor.

Armaan growled: didn't I tell you that I'll reach up, what if you had gotten hurt

She felt breathless: well I did tell you no! it was wobbly up on your shoulders.

Armaan felt anger surge through him he let her slide down his body and that was his first mistake. The slide downward caused her t-shirt to ride upward from the back making his hand that was under his t-shirt to ride upward too. The arm around her middle loosened but was now atop her chest with his hand on her collarbones.

If armaan felt her indrawn gasp and could trace the curve of her breast under the shirt if he shifted even half an inch. The saner thing would've been that he removed his hands from around her and stepped back but his sanity was already at question which was why he was stuck in the elevator. So he made the second mistake he slid his hand down her ribcage thinking he was safe from temptation but he was wrong. His hand took the stroking motion unable to stop his fingers from stroking her navel. His thumb worried the navel, dipping in and then moving away to gently trace the curve of her belly.

She felt on fire, his touch leaving behind molten fire. Willing herself to stop she abruptly turned around forcing her hands between them to push him back but her hands caught in his t-shirt molding to the contours of his firm pectorals. She felt his warm breath fan her cheeks, on her own she pressed closer to him. Her mind screamed this was wrong but her hands crept up to his shoulders waiting.

Armaan felt his anger channel into another direction, the fire in his blood burning for this unknown woman in his arms. He tried to drop his arms from around her as turned to face him but his hand shifted to lie on her hips. He tried to break body contact but the press of her breasts to his chest, shift in breathing patterns managed to created more havoc.

Armaan growled: this is a mistake!

She felt his hand slid to the curve of her butt as her hand curved around his neck: I completely agree! (she waited a minute as they both felt their hearts pick up a beat) lets not do this

Armaan shifted so that they both were pressed from chest, belly and hip, just before he dropped his head so that his mouth covered hers: what the hell!

The world exploded around them, the passion was so explosive. Her hands tangled in his hair, latching on to him to anchor herself against him. Armaan pulled her hips towards his angling her body so that they were perfectly aligned. Somehow the events of the day, the fear, the frustration taking the small spark between them and blowing it to an inferno. Both clung to each other hands roaming and clutching, groping for skin. Before they completely forgot where they were there was a loud clanging sound making them go still.

Before they could react there was a lurch and the lift started to move, they pushed away from one another. As the lift stopped the lights came back, doors opening, without a backward glance Armaan stepped out and kept walking.

She felt her cheeks burning wondering how the hell was she going to face the man she had been kissing like a mad woman. With the lights coming back on she knew there was no escape she turned around and saw him striding away.

She didn't know whether to be glad or furious and settled on: what the f**k, shilpa!