PART 3
The music moved through Bharat so that he became the music. The woman is his arms was already a part of him. He knew it with his deepest soul. She was the one, the only one. He could feel the struggle of her heart just as he felt her small, very feminine body imprinted against his masculine frame. He brought his palm under her chin and held her even closer as he examined that something was troubling her. He could read her fear and her sadness. He moved with her, his body a hard, urgent ache, his mind a jumble of thoughts, his heart and soul truly at peace for the first time in his existence even while his brain worked on a solution to her problem, whatever that maybe.
The song ended, but they never stopped dancing, as they weren't dancing on the song the band was playing. They were dancing to the music of their heartbeat and the sweet song Bharat was singing in Aditi's ear "mere rung main rungane wali, Pari ho yah ho Parion ki Rani ya ho meri pram kahani….mere sawaloon ka jawab do…. (From movie, Main ne Piyar kia). Bharat held her close for little longer and then reluctantly allowed her to slip out of his arms, retaining possession of her hand so she couldn't run or vanish, for that matter. "My name is Bharat Singh."
Aditi nodded her head, almost afraid to speak. He was leading her back to the safety of the booth. He moved easily through the crowd, keeping her safe beneath his broad shoulder. Bharat gave her the illusion of safety, taking great care that no one bumped her carelessly.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" He asked it softly, his voice a velvet seduction in itself.
Just the sound of his voice created a yearning to hear his sing again, in her ears, just for her. "Aditi, Aditi Sharma." She didn't look at him; it hurt, he was so good-looking and sexy. That dark, dangerous sensuality she wanted no part of. As they were approaching to the booth, Aditi allowed herself to breathe again.
"When are you going to talk to me about your problem, Aditi?" he asked, his voice a gentle thread of sound. She had never heard a voice quite like his. Hypnotic; mesmerizing. A bed-room voice. It whispered over her skin until she burned.
His words stopped her and she looked quickly, guiltily at Teema....afraid she might have somehow overheard. For a moment she felt desperate to leave this place, especially that handsome devil. Teema had her head close to VJ's and was laughing at something he was telling her. Bharat leaned down, his large body shielding hers protectively, effectively blocking her from the rowdy crowd. It occurred to her that he was quite a celebrity and the crowd clamoring to meet him, yet somehow no one went near him, not even the women. Maybe they were still under the shock, seeing Bharat falling so instantly for a girl, so out of his character.
"Aditi." He did something to her name, made it sound so exotic; she had to thinking twice if he was talking to her. "You are very pale. Would you like me to get your friend for you and take you outside into the night air? There are far too many people in this building."
What was it about him? She had danced with a perfect stranger, merged with him so that they seemed as intimate as lovers. Normally a private person, Aditi had a compelling urge to tell him the most personal details of her life. Looking at Aditi's confused expression; Bharat changed direction immediately, gliding through the crowd once again toward the door, taking her along with effortless ease. She wanted to go with him. Aditi couldn't understand that irrational impulse. The cold air should have cleared her head, but he moved his body very close to hers, shattering what little composure she had left. She couldn't think straight with him so close to her.
Bharat took her into the shadows. Everything in him rose up to claim her for his own. He wanted her, he needed her, and his body was going up in flames. Bharat's head was cursing him to get a grip, and get back to gentleman's decency. She stood there looking up at him with her enormous brown eyes, and he was lost. Knew he would be lost for all time. "Good – your color is coming back. Your friend seems to care very much for you, tum uss se appani problems kiun chupa rahi hoo…why are you hiding your problems from her." "nai nai Bharat….itane juldi na kero…abhi to uss se milay ho….tum uss se personal batain na poocho, sari personality dhari reh jay gee ager wo chipku samjh ker chali gai….thora saber kero….now now Bharat….don't be so hasty…you just met her…don't ask about her personal matters… your charm's will be of no good if she left you thinking you were stalking her…have some patience" as his mind tried again to control his impatient love.
Aditi lifted a hand to shove back the wild mass of her hair. "I shouldn't have given you the wrong impression. Teema khushi khushi meri problems suney gi or unn ko solve kerne hi her koshish bhi kare gi…bus wo main….Teema will be glad to listen and solve my problem. It's just that I'm…" she trailed off, reluctant to reveal any details of her personal life to him. "It's complicated." Suddenly, inexplicably, she felt compelled to tell him everything about herself. He was looking down at her and his eyes were so – lonely, tired, waiting for something. She didn't know what it was, but those eyes were impossible to resist.
He made her feel as if she'd been cornered by a great jungle cat. His eyes didn't blink, they simply watched her. Completely focused on her. "You have to stop looking at me like that." The words left her throat before she could censor them, and she found herself laughing. She was a grown woman and ordinarily very logical. He was certainly getting a false impression of who she was.
His smile was slow and very sexy. It started her way-ward heart pounding again. A slow burn was smoldering somewhere in the pit of her stomach. "Am I looking at you?" His voice brushed against her skin, heating tantalizing. Bharat started to enjoy the moment and his confused lady.
Aditi tilted her head to one side and studied his perfect masculine features. "You know very well you are. You have that smug male look on your face. I can't think straight when you're looking at me like this."
"How am I looking at you?" He asked it softly, gently, a note of tenderness creeping in to turn her heart over.
Like a hungry leopard about to pounce. The thought came unbidden. The smile climbed to his eyes as if he could read her thoughts, making her blush. "Never mind. Just stop." She put out her hand as if she might hold him away from her.
"You were going to tell me about that man. And the cause troubling your heart. We do not want to leave him out of this conversation. You want to tell me." Shamelessly he "pushed" her, needing to know. "The man is dead! If he's the cause of her troubling heart" Bharat though to himself. He could read it in the lingering sadness in her eyes.
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
