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Sorry its late guys, I didnt' get time yesterday... Hope its ok, kinda written quickly as I have a midterm tomorrow!😆
Recap: Watching them, his fingers again found the cool glass, while his face became unreadable again after the fleeting moment. As he continued the silent observation, in an uncertain moment, his eyes were caught by hers...
Part 7
Voluntarily, her heart skipped a gentle beat as her gaze met his dusky eyes hovering over the glass…The intensity emoting from the glance suddenly made her breathless… while her limbs seemed to soak through with a passing paralysis… Saving herself from the depth of her soul, she quickly averted her eyes… Slowly her breaths continued their rhythmic chant… the pace of it all seemed beyond her and she suddenly wondered how she had survived all this time…
Even at the distance, she could sense the pain emanating from the fragile glass… living at the mercy of his slender fingers, as he gripped the object. Feeling the world go round… she realized that she was twirling… into someone's grasp. Alarmed, she looked into the chocolate eyes of the handsome Elijah as he flashed her an endearing smile… Determined now to allow her increasing discomfort show, she swallowed the surprised lump in her throat and pondered a meek smile… As Elijah's grip around her loosened slightly, she breathed a silent thanks… It dawned on her how weak she had abruptly become… had it not been for Elijah perhaps she would have long fallen…
Much against her behest, she felt her wandering eyes meander through the movement of bodies… towards the far end… As they settled upon the bar, she felt the vacancy in her life reflect from the empty space he had recently deserted. In the spontaneity of her emotions, she suddenly felt thirsty… Blinking a few times, she mutely cursed herself for becoming so submissive to the lingering presence… While she quietly berated herself, a densely foreign feely slowly penetrated her shell… She twitched in unease feeling a firm hand slither through the cover of her pallu… softly meeting her balmy skin… Finding herself acutely uncomfortable, she lifted a pair of misty eyes towards the man holding her. Her gaze was welcomed by another flattering turn of lips… and a questioning eye. With much ease, she pleaded her cause through her own eyes and was thankful when she felt the hand retreat without hesitance. As she twirled back into his arms, she caught the quiet mumble of "sorry" from Elijah's lips. Flashing him an awkward smile, she was thankful when the song finally came to an end. Mildly excusing herself, she briskly mingled with the unaffected crowd…
Following her around the marble floor with a stubborn grasp… he easily interpreted her subtle features crease in discomfort as she squirmed in another's arms. The thought left him smiling inwards… Before he could realize this however, a rush of anger misplaced the flicker of a feeling… Noticing the tanned White man's hand slither through her drape, his own bandaged hand clenched. A resounding ache streaked in lightening pace up his arm, but he didn't flinch… Seeing her look into the man's face with pale eyes, the fury rushed passed the veins in his arms… slowly conquering the rest of him… Slowly, his balled fingers loosened one-by-one as he took note of the hand retreating from beneath the covering. Suddenly feeling nauseous, he closed his eyes tightly… and re-opened them to the same excruciating sight. Running his fingers through the locks of curled hair blocking his view, he decided it was the right time to get some fresh air… Despite himself, he knew his limits… and the situation certainly did not help. Getting up, he twisted and turned through the mass of people, and headed towards the open balcony at the far end of the room.
As she attempted an escape, Mrs. Trupati's caught her wrist and she let out an inaudible sigh. "Prachi darling, where are you off to beta? Meet my Rajat (her son)'s sister-in-law Minali." Running a glance over the younger woman, it didn't take her much time to gather the light look of displeasure writ over her face. Silently, she wondered what was making her seethe so… Despite herself, she smiled gently and nodded. "Hi, Prachi Mishra", she introduced herself with a dignified tone. The latter only gave another smug look in response… before dropping the unexpected, "Mishra… You're Milind Mishra's wife?" The colour surprisingly raced in and out of her face at unknown pace… as she stared blankly at the woman's questioning eyes. She could feel the faint drops of perspiration bead at her forehead, while her lost breaths gained momentum once more. As though newly aware of the comment, an inexplicable irritancy coursed through her and she replied, "Duniya mein sirf ek hi Mishra nahin hai." Her tone flat and accented with an unrealized snap… "Excuse me, mujhe kuch kaam hai" she stated lightly and started trekking away into the shadows of a space outside the entrance… Even after these three years, she had been unable to shed herself from his shadowy presence… Despite everything, she had remained, "Mrs. Prachi Mishra"… the thought overwhelmed her like none other…
Stepping into the dimly lit corridor leading a short distance to the exit of the building, her foggy eyes met with the long shadow outstretched afore. Before she could clear her mind of the almost suffocating sensation, she felt herself being pushed into a bleak corner leading to another hallway. Without a minute to breath, her lungs pounded against her chest in surprise. Feeling a stiff presence behind her back, her spine stiffened as did her muscles… Slowly, her breaths fell into a rhythmic flow but without full liberation as it dawned on her… It didn't take her long to realize who had enveloped her… The essence was familiar as the air flowing into her and out… Opening her eyes, she turned them towards the floor… as though silently building up a wall of strength…
Lifting her head up to the wall staring at her ahead, she wriggled her wrist arrested in a firm yet soft hold behind her back… while at the same trying to shrug off his arm as it snaked to her front… covering her other hand, with another's. Pain surged through her arm… Feeling the tingle of warm breath in the niche of her neck, she closed her eyes again… breathing quickly now… as goosebumps slithered across her shoulder… "Tumhaari duniyaa mein kitney Mishra hai…" came the throaty whisper, prickling the tiny hairs on her ear as warm lips brushed past it… She wanted to scream in a moment of anxiety… but her voice was choked… her senses clogging bit-by-bit… as she become conscious of what would become of her in a few moments if this was to continue… "Milind," she pleaded in a whisper… Almost immediately, the grip on her loosened… Eventually ceasing her grasp…
Originally posted by: tweety_me14
Hey this bit was simply awesome!
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