Part-15
"No we donot", Meher made a move to get to her feet , to get away from him but a warning flash from those dark brown eyes had her sinking back to her seat again, her legs suddenly feeling to weak to support her.
"There's nothing... nothing between us"
To her incredulous fury, Preet picked up his pencil again and started to work on another sketch.
"But there was once!!!", he murmured huskily.
"And you plan to tell Sameer about it" , Meher's voice was high and uneven with fear.
"Not necessarily"
Meher's grip on her self control snapped completely. Ever since the night of the party, Preet had been playing with her cruelly . He kept her dangling, knowing she was frightened by his threats but never letting her know just what it was he wanted from her and she had had enough!
"Just tell me what you want dammit..what is it that you are after..what is it you want from me???"
The seconds before he answered seemed to drag out interimably, making Meher shift uncomfortably on her seat. Then very slowly Preet lifted his head and smiled with deceptive sweetness.
"I want to paint you portrait"
"You...", Meher couldnot believe what she had heard him right.." But why??"
"That's my business...lets just say you intrigue me and you have a sort of face I want to capture on canvas and that's what i do...when i see someone I really want to paint"
Meher knew she was gaping like a fool, with her mouth open but no sound coming out. This couldnot be happening. She could not believe that Preet actually wanted to do just that. That could not be all he wanted, could it?
"How can you want to paint me when you donot even like me??, she said hesitantly
"Like...like doesn't even come into it...I'm not looking for an affair or even friendship, so your character isn't important. i just want to paint faces and I like your face very much?"
Meher hated the way that colour washed her cheeks, as sh fought against the illogical and irrational sense of pleasure his last words had bought her. They hadn't even been intended as a compliment..
"And i know you..."
"No, you don't! You knew me once - a long time ago. A lot can change in 5 years"
"But some things stay just the same. You may think you have come a long way from the Meher Mann of five years ago, but inside you're still just the same person."
Meher shivered involuntarily as a sensation like the trickle of icy water slid down her back. In one way she was indeed still the same person as she had been five years ago. She still found Preet Juneja the most disturbing and frightening man she had ever met!
"B-but i don't want you to paint my thoughts!!'
"No...", Those brown eyes were on her face once more, strangely dark, and holding her troubled gaze with a power that was mesmeric.."But I want to paint the effect those thoughts have had on your face."
Preet's tone was soft , almost a caress, and Meher suddenly recalled how she felt a short while earlier, the sensual awareness that arose within her.
She desperately wanted to deny ever having felt any such thing, but in spite of the fact she hated this man, she knew that those undercurrents were still there, overpowering the the strong urge to get away from him.
She hated this feeling. It made her feel as if she was the same 18 year old Meher, so lost and lonely that she would run to any man for comfort-even Preet Juneja. She had to get a grip over herself.
"And would that be enough to overcome the way you feel about me?"
"Maine kaha na..you intrigue me, Meher. And i have to be interested in someone, there has to be some spark..some attraction before i can really paint them."
"Aur agar koi aisa jo tumhe interest na karta..ya.." The word seemed to stick in her throat as an echo of the disturbingly sensual tone he had used earlier sounded inside her head." ya..attract na karta voh prize jeet ta toh..
"Ah", he exclaimed.To her surprise , Preet considered the question seriously.
"Now, that's a tricky one!!...Well phir bhi main ye painting banata. After all maine Sid ko promise kiya tha par I know main apna best nahi de pata" ...
"And with me??"
"With you?", The amazing brown eyes shifted to her face.
"What is this Miss. Mann..It seems you're fishing for complimenets"
"No, not at all, main..main toh bas ye soch rahi thi kya tum mujhe paint as an obligation to Sid karne wale ho ya phir genuinely tum interested ho."
"Main tumhe sach mein paint karna chahta hun..aur haan I think It'll indeed be one of my best work", his words made Meher's heart beat faster
"I'm glad about that", she said as stiffly as she could. "Because i was planning to give it to..", A flinching side glance to those captivating eyes made her bite back the word fianc , "To Sameer on his birthday!!", she completed.
Preet hadn't like that. She could tell from the way his jaw hardened..
"Sameer Khandelwal??"
The name was a sharp question with dark aggression, which made Meher forget what she had to say and merely nod in agreement.
"Kyun koi problem hai"
"Problem, isme mujhe koi problem kyun hogi...Once I am done with this...It is all yours...Tum isse kissi ko bhi do, phaad ke phenk do, ya phir jala do, none of my business!!"
"Oh, I could never do that", making him turn his head towards her.
"Because that'll be such a criminal waste, Mr Juneja", she continued.."I am not a fool, that i donot know that to own a genuine Preet Juneja original is better than having money in the bank..After all Sameer", she emphasised carefully, "tells me I couldn't possibly have a better investment..!!"
A golden flame of anger flared in those eyes, which were now so dark, they were almost black.
Edited by Rhea_401 - 11 years ago