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Agam: *thinking* areh, where did she go? wait...why do I care?

Originally posted by: ZAHARA.

Guys, the full story is here!

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/66699435�

Thanks Zahara.. Don't u think it will take a very very long shape when it will be finished?? The whole story u'll put in that single post?? I think, its better that u update the first page for a certain time and when the whole story finishes, u make a new thread and put the whole story there.. What do you say? won't it be better?
But nothing compulsory.. If only u think that way.. 😊

Originally posted by: Debalina_Paul

Thanks Zahara.. Don't u think it will take a very very long shape when it will be finished?? The whole story u'll put in that single post?? I think, its better that u update the first page for a certain time and when the whole story finishes, u make a new thread and put the whole story there.. What do you say? won't it be better?
But nothing compulsory.. If only u think that way.. 😊

Zahara..Nice update and Debo waiting for your awesome continuation about Mr attitude Agamji ..😊

@Debalina_Paul and Zahara

Nimrit stared at Agam while he got up from his chair. His shirt was wet near the chest region.
He came near Nimrit and asked her, "Errm, where should I go Nimritji?

Nimrit didn't look directly in his eyes. She told "The iron-box is kept at the last room upstairs. You have to come with me. I'll show you".

Nimrit walked towards the stairs. Agam followed her.

In the dining table, Amrit-Rishabh both stared towards the trailing figures of Agam-Nimrit and chuckled. They turned their heads back and met each other's eyes. Amrit instantly dropped her eyelashes and looked down. But Rishabh kept on staring at her with fascinated eyes.

Rishabh's mom handed him a bowl and said to taste the "Paneer Butter Masala". She said it was exclusively prepared by Amrit. He took two spoonfuls of the curry and ate. He was amazed at the taste of the dish. So he took more two spoonfuls of curry.

Ribban: "How is the paneeer curry Rishabh beta?"

Rishabh: Aunty, it'll be a understatement if I just say "tasty". Its actually very very tasty. Your daughter is an expert cook too.

Amrit blushed at the compliment. Her cheeks turned pink. Rishabh noticed her changed colors of cheeks. He was actually trying to find a chance to talk with Amrit. Since he came here, he didn't get a single chance to be alone for sometime with her.

He looked at Amrit and told: Amritji will you not say anything? I just praised your cooking skill.

Amrit's pinky cheeks turned hotter listening him talking to her. She muttered a simple "Thank you Rishabhji" somehow.

Rishabh smiled seeing the blushing Amrit. He thought, "How can someone be so attractive. I need to find a chance to talk to her. Offo!! Where is this Agam? The guy has some luck. Came with me and spending time alone with Nimrit"..

Meanwhile, Agam followed Nimrit to the last room upstairs. She opened the latch of the door and stepped inside.. She put on the lights but they didn't glow. Suddenly she remembered that the lights of that room were damaged. An electrician had been called but he didn't turn up yet.

She somehow managed to take out a candle and light it. She went to the door taking the candle in her hand. Agam was standing outside.

Agam: What happened Nimritji? There is no current??

Nimrit: No Agamji.. Its not a power-cut. Actually the lights of this room were damaged just two days back. The electrician didn't turn up yet. I am afraid I have to dry your shirt here only.

Agam: Arrey its okay.. I don't mind!

He stepped inside the room. Nimrit kept the candle on the table.

Nimrit (without looking in the eyes of Agam): Woh, Agamji, your shirt.. Open your shirt.

She said and turned around. She went to plug in the iron-box in the socket. Agam looked at Nimrit for a few seconds and started opening his leather jacket.

Nimrit put on the switch and looked towards Agam. Her breath hitched for a moment. Agam was tugging his purple shirt out of his trousers. He already unbuttoned the first few buttons and was now peeling the shirt off his body.

He took the shirt in his hands and looked at Nimrit. She was staring at him with big big eyes. As his eyes met hers, she got embarrassed and looked away.

Agam came near her and stretched his hand with the shirt on his palm. She took the shirt. While taking the shirt, she could not help stealing another glance at Agam's well built physique.

His chest was broad wide with firm muscles protruding out of the white vest. The two arms had huge biceps with bulging strong muscles. His waist was trimmed.

Nimrit started ironing the shirt. She was doing the work but her mind was hitting her to look back at Agam once again. She could not help thinking what it would feel like to be wrapped in those strong arms while resting her head on his broad torso.

Agam stood beside the ironing table and looked at Nimrit. She looked like a exquisite little blue angel busy with work. Her hair were covering half of his view to her face. And the candle light in the room was reflecting on her pale skin. Agam stood rooted to his place studying Nimrit's traits.

Nimrit finished ironing. She checked if it was dried properly and put off the switch.She turned towards Agam. He had his gaze fixed on her. She could not bear the deep gaze of Agam on her and looked away. Agam came out of his trance when Nimrit looked away. He took the shirt off her hands and turned back.

He started wearing the shirt. Nimrit stood behind him and kept her eyes fixed on his muscular back. She was astonished at the errant thoughts overpowering her mind. She rebuked herself mentally, "Get a hold on yourself Nimrit. What are you doing?"

She twirled her body to look away from Agam and in the process pushed the iron-box.

"Aaahh..." was the last thing that Agam heard..

Originally posted by: anasuya43

@Debalina_Paul and Zahara

I want to share with you this information when I was in Baat Hamari Pakki IF (Even now i am active in that IF )😉

There are two or three talented who were ADORE FANS OF SAVAN PAIR in

BHPH who loves writing fictions story of Sanchi and Shravan in BHPH.

I used to collected all the material in MIcrosoft word .now it in my USB .😉

it is a nice idea collecting all the article and put it in one place so that they will

continuation in following the story easily.

if you want any help from me let me know i will be always there for you all

Even I do the same Anasuyaji.. 😛 The stories which I love, I collect them and save them in my computer. Later on I read these stories and enjoy.

Some people are so good with the words, it amazes me.. I don't comment on each and every story I read but silently I praise those talented people. They are gifted.. 😊