For Bhumi ... to stave off the missing Sharad "heebie-jeebies". 🤗
UPDATED: 25/5-09
Part Three:
Watching Vidya, Sagar wondered if she was going to be ill. She was pressing a hand to her stomach and had a very strange, uncomfortable looking expression on her face. Clamping down and beating back the unexpected sting of desire, he put his anger and frustration on the back burner too. Besides, his inner gentleman was warring with his fastidious counterpart at the moment. His inner gentleman won as he stepped close to her and put a hand on her shoulder. He was hoping, praying really, she would not be ill, and especially not all over him. A small shudder coursed through her when the warmth of his hand seeped through the material of her sari into her skin. "Vidya, are you all right?" And for the first time, there was concern in his voice for her. Vidya closed her eyes for just a moment to savor the warmth of his touch. When he felt her shudder again, he put an arm around behind her, to steady her. Her eyes instantly popped open, wide and startled. Sucking in a breath she shook her head yes. But apparently, not very convincingly. Because Sagar didn't release her. Instead, he curled his fingers to cup her shoulder tenderly. Leaning towards her he asked "do you need to sit down little one?" his tone as gentle as his touch. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek, whispering over her lips.
Another shudder skimmed up her spine. Sagar brought her fully into the circle of his arm, pressing against her side. He could feel her warmth, actually heat, through his shirt. He was surprised by how good she felt against him. As if drawn by some unknown force, he leaned in a bit to surreptitiously brush his nose against her hair. It was a satiny as it looked, and it smelled like ... jasmine. Soft, womanly, enticing. "Just like Vidya". The intriguing thought caught him off guard for a moment. But before it could actually jar him back to what he was doing, Vidya shifted. Bringing her even closer to him. Forgetting that he was trying to comfort her, he turned her fully into the circle of both his arms. Sagar felt almost befuddled as his emotions tangled together. His concern for her bumping into his comforting her only to have both smacked hard by the heat stirring again in his gut as he held her. Unable to resist, he nuzzled into her hair, breathing deeply. Vidya froze, unsure of what Sagar was doing. And afraid if she moved, he would stop.
She didn't know what to do with her hands. Should she touch him too? Should she just stand there like a bump on a log? Should she turn her neck just a teeny bit, so he could nuzzle there too? At that thought, Vidya felt her face flush with heat, her tummy quiver and her knees wobble. She clenched her fingers so tightly, that the feel of her nails gouging in and the cresent marks, would linger on her palms. The moist warm touch of Sagar's lips on her her neck had a fiery shiver flaring in her belly. Vidya bit her cheek, to hold back a moan as his lips traced over her ear. But, when his tongue batted playfully at her earlobe, Vidya couldn't hold back her moan of delight. Delicious sensations were tingling and tightening her scalp. His teeth closed over her earlobe with sharp nip, then a gentle suckle to soothe it. Vidya practically dissolved in Sagar's arms with an excited, but shrill gasp. The sound broke through his haze, snapping him back. He stared at Vidya in shock. Pushing her away from him so abruptly that he had to quickly grab her again, before she fell in a heap at his feet. Once he was sure she could stand on her own, he moved away from her.
Turning his back, he scraped his fingers through his hair, pulling on it tightly, before rubbing a hand roughly over the back of his neck in agitation. "What the hell just happened Pratrap?" he muttered, scrubbing at his mouth and chin. Vidya covered her face when Sagar turned his back. Mortified to the bone she whispered "Oh God! What must he be thinking of me? I've never even let a boy get close to me. But him, I let hold me, touch me? How could I just stand there and let him do that to me, willing? I completely lost myself in his touch. Hey Bhagwan, what is wrong with me?" she moaned under her breath. Sagar took a deep breath and then another, trying, needing to get his body to calm before he turned back to face Vidya. "Good God, that girl, woman, Vidya is a very dangerous temptation to my good intentions!" he growled as he turned. She was gone! He felt an oily panic skid through him. Then he spotted her retreating down the lane. "Vidya bas!" he shouted. She stopped for a split second, then continued in a hurried sort of trot, hampered by her sari, to get away from him.
Sagar didn't think, at all. He just took off after her. An unknown possessiveness pushing him. Urging him, demanding that he not to let her get away from him. With a quick peek over her shoulder, Vidya almost tripped in shock when she saw Sagar coming after her. He had a hard, determined, almost covetous look on his face. Her feminine instincts told her to flee. But, deep down, where she wasn't willing to look or even acknowledge, a womanly part of her was shimmering with excitement. Even though she knew she probably couldn't out run Sagar if he chased her. She forewent modesty, pulled her sari up to her knees, and ran! His arm snagged her waist when he caught her, yanking her back against him. Vidya gasped a breathless "nahi!" at the same time he rasped huskily "you shouldn't have run Vidya" in her ear. "Why are you doing this?" she moaned breathlessly when he turned her, sealing their bodies together. Pressing his forehead to hers, he groaned "I - don't - know!" through gritted teeth.
Lifting his forehead, he placed a hand under her chin, lifting her face to his. A fiery blush singed the crest of her cheeks. His eyes intensely brown, the pupils dilating, darkened even more as they roamed over her flawless face. "I swear you're a witch - casting a spell over me!" his voice low, harsh. "All I know is, when you ran, I had get you back Vidya" his voice gentling with the last few words. "Sagar" his name a shaky whisper as she closed her eyes. "Shhh little one" hushing her in a mollifying tone. He brought her mouth up towards his with a gentle squeeze of his fingers on her chin.
"Sagar, beta." He stiffened and Vidya's eyes flew open when his father called his name. Over her shoulder he could see his father walking towards them. Vidya pulled away from him, lowering her eyes, her face scarlet. For what seemed like the longest minute of her life she could feel Sagar just staring at her. Clenching his hands tightly in frustration, he stepped away from her to walk to his father. "There you are beta, we were all looking for you. Bring Vidya, the pundit is here to read your horoscopes." "Papa, uh, she, ummm, Vidya and I have been talking" he began hesitantly. "Yes, yes beta" he said clapping Sagar on the shoulder with a wide smile. "We all want to discuss your shaadi. You and Vidya don't get to have all the fun!" Sagar frowned, "but Papa." His father interrupted, "come beta, Vidya, we don't want to keep everyone waiting." While both men were distracted with each other, Vidya quickly pulled her pallu up over her hair and started past them. A fleeting impulse to reach out and stop her rose. Just as quickly he squashed it.
He saw a smaller, more contemplative smile lift one corner of his father's mouth for a moment, as he watched Vidya slide past them. All the anger that had disappeared while he held Vidya returned in that instant, along with his sanity. His father gave him a gentle slap on the back, calling out "Vidya, ek minute", to stop her. Catching up with her, he immediately began asking her questions. From what Sagar could tell, Vidya was doing a lot of nodding, but not saying much. His father glanced over him, left eyebrow raised inquiringly. And he knew he would be the one answering questions later. "Sagar, don't just stand there. We've kept everyone waiting at the house too long as it is, come along beta." With a frustrated sigh and a quick jerk of his neck to the side, Sagar joined them. He and Vidya were silent as his father chatted about plans for their shaadi and Vidya coming to live with them. Sagar frowned, his mouth tightening "how am I going to stop this wedding?" he groaned silently. "I have to get Vidya alone." His his stomach clenched and his fingers curled inward as his pulse tripped at the thought. Shaking his head, he muttered "enough Pratrap, you aren't going there!" in admonishment. "What did you say beta?" Sagar jerked his head towards his father, this time he did wince. Mostly in surprise because his father had heard him, but apparently hadn't caught what he said. And partly, because it hurt! It was one thing when he cracked his neck purposely. Quite another to feel like it was being jerked by the imaginary noose he felt tightening around it. "Uh, kuch nahi Papa." He felt Vidya looking at him and glanced quickly over at her. He had no idea was what going through her mind. But her face reflected that she had heard, and understood, his mutterings.
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