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This is the continuation of a Sharad/Divyanka short story - Love In Flight - I started several months back. Unfortunately the original thread has been closed - my fault for not updating promptly (my bad - sorry Mods 😳). I have included the link to the orginal topic below. Hope you enjoy! gg~
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Divyanka, ashamed to admit, spent the last few minutes getting ready trying to think up excuses as to why "David" couldn't come to dinner. She almost felt sick at the thought of telling Sharad the truth. It was all she could do to hold back the tears that threatened each time she thought of his disappointment in her, and worse, his pain at realizing she had lied to him, purposefully deceived him. Divyanka plopped down on the edge of the bed, staring blindly at her bare feet. She just didn't think she could do it. Go to dinner with Sharad and Umar, and pretend. Oh God! Umar, she would have to lie to him too! Blinking rapidly, she tried to swallow back the tears suddenly clogging her throat. Dropping her face into her hands, Divyanka began to cry softly, tears slowly dripping in between her fingers. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she rocked and moaned, pain stabbing at her fiercely. She loved him so much! She barely had a chance to digest all these scary, crazy, wonderful emotions she had just discovered. And already she may have ruined things between she and Sharad, before she ever got a chance to even tell him she loved him. Her body stiff and hurting as the sharp ache of sadness and regret joined the pain. Her shoulders shaking with misery, she continued to quietly sob. Too wrapped in her pain and despair to hear the loud thud of Sharad's shoe against the wall.
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"Get hold of yourself Divyanka!" she whispered, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. Shuddering, she gulped convulsively, coughing harshly as more tears threatened. "Crying isn
"What am I going to do?" she moaned quietly. "I
'm in love with Sharad, and he is in love with melon head, err Melanie. Heaving out a long sigh Divya clenched the bedspread in her fingers, wishing it was muffin's, err Melanie's neck. Then immediately scolded herself "stop it Divya! That woman has done nothing to you." "Except steal the man you love" whispered the devil on her shoulder. Even as her head nodded in agreement Divya swiftly stood up, "nahi, nahi, nahi, that's not fair." Then stopped, her laugh low and disparaging. "Hai Bhagwan, that man has me talking to myself and an imaginary devil now!" her tone wry and self-mocking. Determined to calm herself she went to the bath to wash her face and freshen up, and hopefully, get a stranglehold on her emotions. "Since you can't strangle mush face, err Melanie", the thought fleeting, but vaguely satisfying, even as she shook her head in denial. Leaning against the couch Sharad half listened to his assistant on the other end of the phone as he idly stroked a dupatta Divya had left there. "So what
's on my schedule Bhoomika? Anything important? No? Good. Shuffle around my appointments for the next few days would you? I want a couple of free days. Shukriya beautiful! I'll call you tomorrow." Sliding the phone back into his pocket Sharad picked up the dupatta, impulsively bringing it to his face and catching the scent of Divya's favorite perfume. "Jesus I love that woman!" he thought fiercely. "How the hell could I have been so damn oblivious? Especially when I started looking forward to seeing her everyday. The stinging anticipation of being with her, tensing up when she was near, hell, when she just walked towards me! How could I have been so unaware? I should have known each and every time my body reacted so quickly when I touched her during every scene that put us in an intimate situation. Having her in my arms, kissing her, touching her causing my pulse to race, tripping my heart. My body was trying to tell me what my head ignored and my heart was reluctant to acknowledge" shaking his head in bafflement. "And now, she's in love with dufus!" scowling bitterly as he thought of the man. "Dammit she's mine! She was always meant to be mine!" he growled low and mean as the blank face of a man crowded his brain, clenching the flimy material of the dupatta tightly in his fist. "All I want to do is bash in the guy's face, and I don't even know what he looks like. But the thought of him getting anywhere near my Diva makes me crazy!", his body tense and tight as if readying for a fight. And then realized he was. The most important fight of his life - for Divya and her love! "Let him try to take Diva from me. He'll be dead before his body or brain has a chance to react" he thought, a menacing smile stretching his mouth, hard and determined. Pushing her shoulders back, Divya took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. Stepping out she plastered, what she hoped, was a convincing smile on her face and asked "ready to go Sharad?" Caught up in his musing of smashing David
's face, Sharad's smile resembled that of a shark ready to take a huge killing bite out of a defenseless seal as he looked over at Divya. Divya actually had to stop herself from taking a step back, it was so formidable. Making her wonder what in the world he had been thinking about. "Is everything all right Sharad" she asked hesitantly, not sure she really wanted to know. "What, oh yeah, sure, everything's fine Diva" he said, still a bit distracted. Then Sharad really took a look at Divya and felt his breath catch in his throat. She looked so damn beautiful he had to stop himself from rubbing his chest, his heart was thudding so hard and heavy. Looking stylish and modern in a pale pink saree Sharad envied the way it clung lovingly the curves of Divya's body, yet it gave the illusion of modesty. Visible through the diaphanous pallu, a pearlescent gray choli, pale and delicate, ended at the top of her ribs. The sweetheart neckline accented with exquisite dark pink roses, miniature and dainty, matching the embroidered border of the pallu. Peridot drops gleamed darkly at her ears, set in gold, dangling to just above her shoulders. A large single teardrop peridot surrounded by diamonds suspended just above the lush curves of her breasts; quivering slightly as the air shimmered with a sudden electric awareness. Sharad eyes, dark, hot, intense drank in Divya like a deep breath of fresh air to starving lungs. He felt as if he was on a precipice, not sure if he was about to fly to the heavens or plunge to the depths of darkness. But he knew if Divya gave the slightest indication, he would take her in his arms and not let her go until he either convinced her she loved him, or convinced her it didn
't matter if she did or not, as long as she didn't leave him. Divya felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room, her chest tight, trying vainly to draw breath into constricted lungs. It was all she could do to hold on to her fragile determination not to throw herself into Sharad's arms and beg him to love her as much as she loved him. And if she was honest, she didn't care if he didn't love her as much as she loved him, as long as he would let her stay with him and give him her love. Neither moved, barely breathing, blind and deaf to everything but each other in that moment. The only thought in Divya's head was Sharad. How devastatingly handsome he looked in his black suit, pearl gray silk shirt and black tie accented with silver gray and sapphire blue swirls. The jacket and slacks fitted his athletic body superbly. The frame of his shoulders strong and straight, his chest broad and perfect for nestling her head against. His waist slim, accentuated by the polished gleam of his belt buckle, narrow hipped with sinewy, lean thighs. Resisting the urge to let a sigh of delight escape her lips, Divya tried to regain her focus. The wispy raven curls at her temples brushing softly against her skin as she shook her head slightly to clear it. His pocket ringing had Sharad jumping slightly and then frowning in confusion as to why it would be ringing. Instant dawning had him smiling sheepishly and pulling the phone from his pocket as he waved Divya over to him. "Hey Umar. Haan we
're just heading out the door." Reluctantly, slowly, Divya approached, wanting to shrink back from the arm she knew Sharad was intending to wrap around her waist. But she was wrong. He slid his hand under her hair, gently cupping the back of her neck instead, bringing her up against his side. Warm and possessive, his fingers caressed her skin absently as he continued his conversation with Umar. The smoothing of his long fingers making her feel as if all the blood in her body had dropped like a runaway elevator to her feet, only to speed back up to her head with a jolt, leaving her feeling dizzy and hot and breathless all over again. Divya leaned her body into Sharad's, unconsciously purring with each soft touch, her body warming and becoming pliant. Knowing if Sharad turned his head, she would lift her mouth to his. Wanting, needing to feel his lips on hers, to taste him; willingly yielding to the emotions sinuously weaving through her body with each sensual stroke of his fingers. By the time Sharad ended his call Divya was practically a puddle at his feet; her body languid, knees wobbly, legs like overcooked spaghetti, limp and gelatinous. The soft brush Sharad
's his lips against her temple had a shiver dancing up her spine, making her heart skip irratically. "God this man can turn me to mush without the least bit of effort" she thought giddily. She felt his fingers slide from under her hair, releasing her, and without the added support of Sharad's body, Divya wasn't certain she could stand on her own. Quickly she braced herself, locking those wobbly knees as best she could. Snapping his phone shut Sharad mumbled "uh. Ummm. Yeah, um we better go Diva." Grimacing and rolling his eyes at his inane rambling. "We, uh, we don't want to have Umar waiting on us" Sharad mumbled in her ear. When he had felt Divya practically melt into him, when he heard those soft whispery purrs, he could barely think, let alone talk to Umar. He really hoped he hadn
't sounded strange during their conversation, because while his mouth may have been moving, his brain had been clouded with Divya's scent and his body definitely distracted and aroused by her lissome curves pressing up against him. Sharad grimaced at the thought that Umar might have been aware he had been so rattled, since he knew he was at Divya's. Umar wouldn't hesitate to tease him during dinner either. Briefly gritting his teeth at the thought, Sharad shrugged it off just as quickly, knowing Umar would not do so to be mean or malicious, just for a wee bit of harmless fun. Sharad was comfortable with being poked and teased, but he didn't want Divya to be uncomfortable, a frown creasing his forehead. Well, he would find a way to deal with it. Plus, he was certain Umar would stop immediately if he had the slightest inclination that Divya might be ill at ease. Telling himself to get a grip, then grinning wryly as he took Divya
's hand in his, closing the apartment door behind them and heading for the car. Once they were settled in the car, he looked through Divya's selection of CD's, filling the car with the music from the soundtrack to Veer. Both quiet, hesitant, not really wanting to talk and bring up unpleasant thoughts. Divya wondering if Sharad would talk about mutton, err Melanie with Umar. Worried how she stop herself from becoming emotional when he began discussing his new love. Sharad wondering if David was going to meet them at the restaurant since Divya had not mentioned him again. Loath to ask, his appetite already disappearing at the thought of the dufus meeting them at the restaurant to join them for dinner. Not certain he would be able to tolerate and stay calm if dufus touched Diva. Reaching for Divya's hand, as much for comfort as the need to feel connected with her, he brushed a soft kiss across her knuckles before laying it atop his thigh, his fingers wrapped tightly around hers. Divya leaned her head back against the headrest with a soft sigh, content with Sharad's hand wrapped tightly around hers, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin. Each lost in their thoughts as they drove into Mumbai, the dulcet tones of Sonu Nigam singing Meherbaniyan filling the darkness. PRECAP ...
Part Seven:
Dinner had been enjoyable, Umar was always such wonderful company, Divya thought with a smile as she waited for Sharad to park the car. The rains had started again so Sharad had let her out at the door, rather than have her get soaked. Watching Sharad run towards her, Divya couldn
't help but admire how fluidly his body moved, like a big cat, muscular and powerful, yet graceful in his movements. She looked away as Sharad jogged up the steps, not wanting him to see the love she knew was shining in her eyes. Then laughed when he stopped beside her and shook his head like a shaggy dog, water flying from his hair, splashing softly on her face. Sharad grinned boyishly, the glint in his eye giving away that he had done it on purpose. "That crooked corner of his mouth is so tempting", she thought. A quick shudder desire catching her unawares, barely giving her time to suppress it. Surprised at the how the urgent need to kiss it softly, to run her tongue over his lips snapped and tugged at her. Wanting to sink into him and just hold on as their mouths merged, tangling and teasing until they were both breathless. If you enjoyed this update .....
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