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Yanno, I am supposed to be updating another FF. But instead, this story just keeps tumbling about in my head. So ...... hope you enjoy this sorta "mini" Sunday update! 😊
UPDATED: 24/5-09
Part Two:
Both waited for the other to say something. Sagar sighed, running a hand through his raven black hair, mussing it. When he didn't smooth in back down, Vidya had to link her hands behind her back to stop herself from doing it for him. She so wanted to comb it back into place. And maybe linger a bit, letting all that thick silkiness slide through her fingers. Her fingers were actually tingling, like she had touched a live wire, as if she had already done it. Biting the inside of her cheek, she wondered why, and how, this stranger could have such a physical effect on her. Inwardly, she sighed. Whatever Sagar was working himself up to say, she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it very much. "Vidya." Sagar grimaced, stopping at just her name, not knowing how to start. He heaved out a sigh, titled his head to one side in a jerky motion, his neck making a cracking noise. Vidya winced when she heard it, but apparently it didn't hurt him. "Why it's a nervous habit" she thought in surprise. Lowering her head so that Sagar wouldn't see her smile, and wonder what was wrong with her. She had a picture of him as an old man, head bent awkwardly to one side, complaining to her about his neck hurting. And her, mumbling "I told you to stop doing that neck thing" around the puffiness of her cheek, from all the years of biting. She wanted to share the funny image, but then thought better of it when she looked up and saw the serious expression on Sagar's face. Standing, Sagar began to pace in front of her. Stopped, rolled his shoulders, cleared his throat and crossed his arms. Then uncrossed them and paced again. Finally, he just stood in front of her, close enough that she could smell his scent, not just his cologne - but him! Masculine, heady, and very sexy. "Just like him" she thought, a dreamy sigh escaping. Sagar narrowed his eyes, giving her pointed look. As if asking why she was behaving so oddly.
Quickly, Vidya tried to look as serious as Sagar. Furrowing her brow, pulling that provocative mouth into a straight line, only for it to plump right back out a second later. Sagar stared at Vidya's mouth, unable to look away. He was unbelievably tempted to see if that mouth of hers was really as plump and moist and inviting ...; he sucked in a deep breath, his body tense and taut. When she stiffened her spine and shoulders, it only accentuated the rounded lissome curves of her body. He swallowed hard, feeling his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. "Yes Sagar", her soft voice at odds with her serious visage and stance. Sagar hastily took a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He winced when he scraped the cut on the edge of the thick material. But, it brought him back to what he needed to do, not what he wanted to do. Which was yank Vidya into his arms, mold her tightly to him and find out for himself if her mouth tasted as candy sweet as he suspected. He ignored, barely, the urging of his taut body. And his testosterone laden brain yelling - "go ahead, taste her! See if those lush curves fit perfectly against you." Sagar shook his head, scowling, completely disconcerted by his body's reaction to Vidya. He had never felt such an instant, physical intensity to, and for, another woman. He wasn't a boy to react to a pretty girl. "Though she can hardly be called pretty" he thought immediately. "She is simply, amazingly ... beautiful." His scowl deepened, he did not like the way Vidya was affecting him - physically, or mentally.
Vidya on the other hand was watching Sagar's facial expressions. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Just that Sagar looked like he was in pain, and very unhappy about it too. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, soothe him. But thought better of it as he looked at her with that hard scowl marring his face. Clearing his throat once again he plunged in. "Vidya, you have to understand, it's not that I don't want to get married" he stopped, grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. "No that's not what I meant. Of course I want to get married. I just don't want to marry you!" When he heard Vidya's soft gasp and saw her shoulders stiffen even more, he grimaced again, slapping a hand against his thigh. He took a step towards her, hands out, intending ..., he didn't know what he intended to do. Only to stop abruptly when she took a small step back from him. "Hey Bhagwan, he thought, she is was making me totally crazy!" He raked his hands through his hair, then scrubbed at his face with his palms. His belly, his brain and his body were all agreeing, but for a completely different reason.
Letting his hands fall to his sides he sighed. "Vidya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded, truly" his eyes and smile apologetic. "I don't want to get married to anyone, right now. Someday sure, but not now. You could be, he searched his mind, Priyanka Chopra, and I still wouldn't want to get married." Vidya laughed, in spite of the hurt she was feeling at Sagar's words. "You would turn down Piggy Chops?" disbelief clear in her tone.
Pursing her mouth into a cynical smile she drawled "yeah sure you would. No way. No man would!" Between Chacha and Chachi always telling her what a stupid, clumsy, unwanted burden she was. And Vidya herself having very little self-esteem, she didn't see the beauty that everyone else was dazzled by. So she was sure Sagar was just trying to smooth over her hurt by saying, even if one of the most beautiful women in the world offered herself, he still wouldn't agree to marriage. Sagar grinned slightly, then flashed a hundred watt smile. "Well, okay, I'll have to give you that one little one" a boyish laugh booming out. Vidya felt something tight twist and twirl in her quivering tummy at Sagar's smile, his laugh and that silly endearment. That had her pouting and groaning inwardly "he thinks I'm just a baby." Pressing a shaky hand to her quivering belly, she tried to decide if it was nausea, or tension. Or just a trillion killer bees zinging about, because hey, why should she feel calm. She was only being rejected by the most gorgeous, beautiful man she had ever seen, touched, or smelled. Right?
But as she watched the tension creasing Sagar's face lessen. Watched his broad stiff shoulders loosen. Watched that stern scowl disappear behind that knee melting smile. Heard that wonderfully boyish laugh. And even though he had just insulted her - twice. She realized that twisting and twirling quiver was - happiness. Happiness at having made him laugh. Happiness at having taken that worried look from his face. Having taken that awful tenseness from his body. Vidya bit her cheek, for what seemed - and felt - like the hundredth time. She might never have experienced deep, shattering, soul-aching love in her short, young life. But she was very afraid, for the first time since meeting Sagar, that he might be her one, and only, introduction to that love. How she knew that, she had no idea. "For Heaven's sake, I only just met the man!" she moaned silently, trying to refute what her heart and soul were telling her. But, when her heart of hearts, whispered back "then explain that echoing of your soul to his. Explain that quaking, that aching and that longing that has your heart skipping, tripping and turning somersaults." She couldn't. And she knew, in that moment, with complete certainty, she would never feel for another man, what she felt for Sagar Pratrap Singh, for the rest of her life.
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