Have a sip of some sizzling hot coffee...... - Page 79

Skep, I am relatively a newbie to this forum.. I got hooked to Vroom's FF and the amazing random magical moments (based on pics or just her 'must be portrayed on Maaneet 'sequences with is too sizzling for the Indian TV) and maaneet bumping by Faz.. Generally a silent reader.. I thot this post was for a bunch of friends so ddnt venture in..

Vroom told me about this and she just jumped in and told me to join the ride.. Rest like they say is history.. Reading from 1st so I get an idea of the members on this post and also dont want to miss some wonderful banter amongst u guys 😆😆

On the Staircase ……..

She rushed home on hearing that Gran had been discharged. But who had taken her home? The hospital staff told her that it was her grandson. Grandson??? How could that be when he had left the country just yesterday without informing anyone? Was there some kind of a mix-up? What if Gran had been kidnapped? Oh God……… that was the last thing she needed when she was in her care. Whatever would people think? Her heart snidely told her that it was Maan whose opinion mattered. But she didn't pay attention to the ramblings of her heart. She thrust the front door open and darted towards the stairway. The golden marble and the ornate decorations didn't catch her eye. She just wanted to reach Gran's room.

She took the steps two at a time and raced up. At the top, she paused for a second for her breath. As she moved forward, someone stepped out of Gran's room. She stopped dead in her tracks with shock. What was he doing here? He looked up and saw her. He too stopped. She looked at him blankly since he was the last person she had expected to see here. Or was it? Was her heart hoping against hope that he indeed would be here? She seemed to memorise every feature of his as her mind harked back at the few incidences that had thrown them together.

He looked at her and then slowly moved forward. She took a few steps back instinctively. She lost her foothold and teetered precariously on the steps. Her heart stopped beating for she was sure she would roll down the flight of steps. But he quickly reached out and caught her wrist and pulled her away from the stairway. One flick of his wrist and she was hauled to him. She slid straight into his arms. She seemed to fit perfectly in them. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hands caught his forearms to balance herself. The impact of her colliding into him had him holding her close. With her forehead on his shoulder, her length was pressed to him for a moment. It seemed like haven to her and she didn't want to move away. Her fingers felt the sinews of his biceps and she realised how strong he really was. She could feel his heart beating next to hers and the rhythm of their beats was in total accord. She could feel his hands span out at the back of her waist urging her to him. She didn't want to move away. She felt his warm breath at the curve of her neck, when she realised that she had no right to be this close to him when he was going to marry someone else.

That realisation jolted her out of her stupor and she backed away……... but only an inch away because his arms had pinned her to him. She looked up at his chin. It was a strong chin, a chin which told her how stubborn he could get. His cheeks were grooved although they were camouflaged by a shadowy stubble. His hooked nose led up to a forehead that often showed his ire at her. And when she actually looked into his eyes, she almost gasped at what she saw in their depths. They seemed to burn like dark charcoals crackling with ……….. She had been taking a stock of his features brazenly and he knew it. There was a mocking lift of his eyebrows as he inspected her slowly reddening cheeks. But he kept her close. He liked the feel of her and for the moment he enjoyed her squirming in his arms. She had wanted to walk out on him, is it? The cheek of her!!! His eyes continued to look at her innocent eyes before they began their shameless trail to her cheeks and finally her parted mouth. She didn't realise how inviting she looked. It was the uncertainty in her eyes that told him that she would never lead him on. He released her slowly and she turned to run away. A few steps and she was forced to arrest her flight.

What game was he playing now? She turned slowly looking vulnerable and gauche. Her dupatta had got stuck in the button of his waistcoat. Damn her dupatta…….. why did it always get her into trouble? He looked down at the button which was being mauled by the stole. He gave it a tug and she gave her dupatta a tug at the same time. The result was that she was brought close to him again. But she edged away, holding one end of that crimpy material. She found her back to the wall. He was standing right in front of her. She could not utter a word. Her palms felt sweaty as she clung to her dupatta. Her eyes fell before his scrutiny. She was feeling claustrophobic with so much tension around her. Her chest felt like it would burst, for her breathing had become so shallow. She sucked in a deep breath in order to calm her heart. But nothing seemed to help. So she burst into speech.

He raised one eyebrow.

"Did you ever stop to think how irresponsible that was? Leaving Granny here all alone?"

He stepped closer crowding her in. The situation was getting out of hand she thought.

"You didn't even think of what would happen to me ……?" She continued her litany.

"Shhhhh," he interrupted her softly and placed his forefinger on her lips. "Just stop."

She got a start and the touch of his finger on her lips completely unnerved her. It unnerved him as well. He never went out of his way to stay glued to any female and yet here he was trying to keep her close to him. His finger traced her lower lip. She felt as if she had been scalded. His finger pulled her lip down before it slid over her chin. He gently lifted her face and looked at her.

"I was gone just for a day ………. you felt bereft? Wasn't it only yesterday that you threatened to walk out of here? Tch tch…… Geet."

"I …… I" she wanted to say something in defence.

"Shhhhhh, you've said enough." He stroked her cheek with the back his fingers. They felt warm. He loved the feel of her petal soft skin. He knew she was embarrassed because she shook her head and retreated into the wall. He pulled her forward. He unhooked her dupatta from his coat and let it drop from his hands. He stepped away and put his hands behind him.

"By the way, thank you for the warm welcome."

********************