A thought that I had to write. This genre is very new to me . So please ignore anything. Or everything😆
Imlie walked into kitchen complaining aches, nothing a glass of haldi doodh couldnt cure. Cursing the day she decided to wear those death traps. Who could have invented heels that person probably didn't knew pain .she dressed up as she was to cover the one on one interview with the hot upcoming star .and the akkadbagga made her , his personal errand boy for giving him the copy of her previous article upside down and the interview was covered by another intern.damn you akkadbagga.and gave a chance to cover an interview for start up businessman .she rolled her eyes.
She saw a silhouette,on the lounge chair by the swimming pool.moonlight being the only source of light and a cool breeze soothing the atmosphere.ofcourse this Aakadbagga has to relax here in the moonlight enjoy this cool breeze after making her run around .he looks so peaceful
She was done making her haldi doodh when the wheels in her head turned and an impish smile graced her face.
She oh so silently walked to the pool area careful not to make any noise. Everyone were already in bed and the lights were turned off.are u sure you not nocturnal species?
The thought of extracting revenge made her giddy with happiness.tiptoeing toward Aryan who lied on the chair with a book laid on his chest ,where his hands were slightly folded one over the other.
She decided to be artistic today .maybe a turmeric moustache will give her peace.is that a revenge ? Its going to be interesting
Pushing the little voice in her head She slightly bent down to his level ,so she could start her Lil project.
Her eyes took in his serene features,the ever serious face seemed to be relaxed.his hair slightly moving to the breeze,forever frowning forehead was at ease frowned for mili sec and was back to ease, his perfectly shaped eyebrows I wonder how did he end up with a very intriguing cut.his eyes which always follow me are resting . Oh why do a guy need these long lushful lashes. Mother nature is very unfair at times. His long pointed nose throne to his anger.a handsome face like that deserves to be cocky .A very sculpted jaw . Was Sita maiyya in very good mood while making this man,and lips.
"Don't imlie"
She blinked her eyes, was her conscious Mind a male ? No wonder always preaching you idiot things
"I said ,don't do whatever you are thinking"
Aryan said again opening his eye.
This startled imlie, who stood up with a force.hiding her fists behind her oops thats our pacemaker we are caught you clumsy
"I...m nothing...it's beautiful.."she bit her tongue to stop herself from making a blunder
"What is in your hand"he asked standing ,the book falling to the ground .imlie took a chance to take a step back. But he wouldn't budge he took a step locking his eyes on her. A very embarrsed imlie,she looked like a child caught with his hands in a cookie jar. But She was no child.
She took another step back without taking her eyes off him.he mimicked her action.
"Nothing" she replied. Oh what a bad liar she made.her left eye twitched And a nervous laugh accompanied everytime she lied.
He raised his eyebrows, not believing her .look his cockiness is back. He reads you like a book .stop bluffing
The never backing off attitude reared its head in her again. And she rolled her eyes smirking taking another step back. Her smirk challenged him .two can play the game he thought smiling. And it was no way a innocent one .with the change in his demeanor she sensed the looming danger of tickling a sleeping lion and took two steps back.
"Nothing..really..u should get back to your beauty sleep"smooth imlie ,very smooth. This mouth needs to stop having a mind of it own . Its a death trap. A real one.
Another step and she hit a deadend with the wall.
Aryan smirked at her
"Okay .stop it's just turmeric. Nothing more. Nothing harmful ..see" she said ,slowly rubbing the turmeric filled hands on her cheeks.
Dressed in wine colored salwar kameez,her dupatta almost slipping of her shoulder,her hair tied in a loose plait,few tendrils cupping her face danced to the tunes of the soft breeze, added to that was her own arstistic capabilities with the turmeric .
That sight ignited something within him.his eyes darken and something shifted in the air. He took another step towards her and it wasn't playful. It was more like a predator walking towards his prey.
Imlie breathed heavily, his eyes dancing with a different kind of mirth.Her hands slowly descended down leaving a very prominent yellow trail behind.His Adams apple bobbed as her small fingers caressed her jaw line.her little finger on the left dragging her lower lip along ,her limbs seemed to have slowed down the movement her tiny hands moved painfully slow along her slender neck and stopped at her collar bone.all this while their eyes locked into each other
Another step and he was against her.She sucked in her breath at the sudden invasion.
And promptly pushed her hand up to stop him,just for hands to be collided with his pectorals.she sucked in another breath as a course of current ran through her veins . At this rate she will be out of oxygen she thought .
She looked at her hand imprints on his black t shirt ,then at his face. His face remained stoic, his eyes penetrating through her soul.his eyes always followed her , she knew it .but the look in his eyes now was different from the other gazes she was used to.her hands decided to be bold and started moving downwards on its own.the movement was so painfully slow,she saw his jaw ticking must be anger I ruined his sleepwear.staring right back at him she drawled her hand further down .a havoc was creating within her.
Before it could move further her hands was restrained in his steel like grip, his pupils dilated .iris changing into a darker shade. His molten chocolate like eyes suddenly changed to his very fav black coffee. Was this even possible .she sucked in another breath at this thought. Yep death by severe hypoxia but continue please.
His grip remained tight along her wrist goosebumps prickled through her skin at his touch .taking her wrist he placed her hand back on her face. he slowly drawled her hand down the same path as her ,but it was his thumb which was slightly touching her skin that left delicously painful heat along the trail. The way his eyes looking at her ,making her weak in the knees. His left hand brushed against her waist and settled on the wall behind her ,careful caging her.
He continued with drawling her hand towards her neck.involuntarily her right hand Resting on his stout pectoral moved up and cupped his cheek . His grip on her left wrist tightened. It was him who sucked in a breath this time. Her face started to heat up under his gaze.A very dark desire took place in his eyes which rattled her senses. Throwing caution to wind she drawled her right hand down , his skin warm under her touch. Like sucked into an enigmatic portal she continued to unravel this new sensation.her fingers came in touch with his neatly trimmed beard ,tingles shooted through her body.
She continued her path , her thumb pad touching the corner of his lips.she again dared to look in his eyes,the look in his eyes put her skin on fire. She dared to go further in her quest.her hand reached his neck where his protruding Adam apple bobbed again.
"Stop " He grunted throw his teeth,his hot breath fanned her face
"Why"she breathed, her voice sounding alien to herself.
They stood gazing at each other, every movement halted.their breaths playing in a perfect legato.
He was first to break the staring and closed his eyes and sighed bending his head and took a step back
"Get back to your imlie" his voice came out hoarse.
She silently nodded her head.her heart drumming against her rib cage, wanting to break free. Can he hear my heart beat ?yes
She moved away from him.clutching her hand to her heart. She looked back at him , who had his handS against the wall leaning.
What is happening . Am I having a heart attack ?
Yep heart attack .just because u felt new things .such a sad life. See you on the other side
Khak sa main
Aag si meri khwaish
Hawa si wo
Shama jalane ki uski khwaish .
Okay these are my amateur skills doing the crazy things .i promise to never ever get into this genre. A very delicate genre must I tell 🤣
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