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Chapter 9

Bela is numb after Mahir's sudden action. She is happy and shocked at the same time. But this action of his.. Made her get some courage and finally she said what she wanted to say for a very long time..

"I... I'm in love with you, Mahir."

Now he beams, and his free hand cups her cheek. This is the kiss he needs to remember the most, just as he needs to remember her exact words, the exact tone she used, the way her eyes are still on his, and how he finally, finally, gets to hear what he has wanted to hear for so many years.

"Are you now?" he whispers, an inch from her lips, partly teasing and partly because he just has to be sure she is sure, and this is not just a dream.

"Pretty much."

This time it's not just their lips, but also his hand, and then hers on his neck, pulling him just a little bit closer, and their knees touching. It's both overwhelming and not enough, but he is the one who pulls back this time, and he gets to see her slightly breathless, eyes half closed, cheeks bright pink.

Both chuckles, even though he doesn't really know what's so funny. Maybe it's just that he's feeling too much, and he has to say something, do something.

But he just settles with caressing her hand and looking at her smile at him.

"So, what happens now, Sharma?" he knows it's a stupid question, but he needs to hear her talk.

"Now... aren't you the one who planned this date?"

"I was actually improvising."

...

The atmosphere in the taxi is tense. Electric. He takes his hand, and his thumb traces slow circles while they talk. About the last prank that they played on Ajitabh. Mahir listens, and speaks when needed, but his whole body seems to vibrate in anticipation and his mind is somewhere else, somewhere almost familiar from fantasies from not long ago.

Despite how composed she looks, he suspects, by the way she bites her lip and how she is blushing, that Bela is feeling more or less the same, and the thought does nothing to calm him down.

Now they are parking in front of his Hotel, and he wishes he can read her mind. The signs were there, right? She did run her foot-? He can't even think about it without feeling hot.

Well, he reasons as he opens the door of her side of the car and takes a hand he doesn't want to let go, they can always just have some ice cream and talk. And that's so much more than any of his wildest dreams only earlier today. He can go slow. But then she leans closer, as he fumbles with his keys, and he swears he can feel her body through the layers of clothing and it's a miracle he manages to find the right key and open the door.

The hotel room is not really tidy and, if he is honest with himself, it still looks as if he's not yet finished unpacking. A little empty. A little impersonal.

"This is it," he says, lamely, pointing at the lonely sofa and the coffee table.

"So, what is it like not to have a roommate anymore?" Bela says, apparently unbothered, looking around curiously, as if she wants to memorise it.

"Quiet, I guess," he hasn't paused to think about it, really. "A lot less barbeques".

She chuckles. "Unpractical?"

"Yeah..." Mahir looks around, not sure of what to do. "I'm sorry about the mess," He picks up a t-shirt, carelessly thrown on the couch. She chuckles and he turns around to look at her. And that's when it hits him. Bela Sharma is finally in his hotel room, smiling and blushing, and he can't get enough of that image. She bites her lip.

He has always loved it when she does that.

"What?" she asks.

He sighs. There is really no way he can think of, for putting in words everything he's feeling. "Nothing... everything."

She takes a tentative step towards him but he's dropped the t-shirt and, with two long strides, he's already next to her, taking her tiny hands in his. "Are you really here?" he says, hoarsely.

"Nope. Went away hours ago," but her voice is shaky and he can't be fooled by her attempt of a joke.

"Shoot. What am I gonna do with the ice cream, now?"

"Riiight, ice cream," she whispers, as he leans down. He can feel her breath on his lips.

"Yeah."

The kiss starts slow, their lips meeting, still getting familiar with this new development, but then her hands travel through his chest and around his neck and he's hugging her close to him, like that night against her desk, only better. So much better.

They grow bolder, and their hands start exploring. Hers, soft but insistent on his neck and hair. His, playing with the hem of her top until he touches warm skin and, in a flash, he remembers a dojo, banter, tickling, her indignation and his confusion and his own stupidity in front of all those mixed signals. There is nothing confusing now. No in the way she sighs against his lips, or how her body presses even closer to him. Mahir's hands travel further up, discovering more soft skin, the texture of her bra in his fingertips, and then he almost forgets all about it because she starts kissing his neck, and pulling him low to reach his ear with her lips.

"Come here," he says hoarsely and, at the same time he is pulling her to where he thinks his bed is which is now difficult to tell because his entire universe is upside down.

The feeling of amazement is replaced by something else, something he can describe but feels his senses in every possible way. And then he trips with a forgotten shoe and both land on the bed.

"Are you ok?" He asks, a little concerned, but it goes away as he sees that Bela is rocking with silent laughter.

"Very smooth, Mahir," she says.

He kisses her again, because he wants her to tease him, of course, but there are more important things to attend right now. Like the way her hands travel up and down his back, and the soft skin of her waist on his palms.

And then all thoughts go away, along with her top, his shirt, the rest of their clothes, and the only sounds are their names, whispered urgently, and their breaths getting mixed. At some point she moans, and then he does, but the best part of it all is that is them, finally together.

His next coherent thought is that there is no way he's going to be able to wake up for work the next morning. Not when his senses are full of her, and her warm presence is solid against his side. She is curled up, still panting a little, her head on his shoulder and her tiny hand on his chest. With a sigh, he takes that hand in his, and kisses her fingers.

"Mahir..." she starts, but then remains silent.

"What?"

"I don't know what to say," she buries her face on his chest, and with his free hand, he caresses her hair, now a marvelous mess.

"Right. That bad, huh?"

"Terrible," she says, barely able to contain her laughter.

"Same here. Lame."

At this she finally looks up and he is momentarily stunned at how bright her eyes are, even at the dim light coming from the hallway. She smiles, but her mind is somewhere else, he can tell.

"I just... we've lost so much time," she says, and there is no laughter in her voice this time.

"Did we? You didn't even let me open the fridge!"

Now she laughs for real. "That's not what I meant," she says, punching his chest with so little effort it's almost a caress.

"Oh, then... did you want me to go faster?"

"Nooo... I meant... I can't help but thinking. All those months. Years really. You were there. I was there. Only I was so stupid or scared to really see it. To see that this could happen and that it would be awesome."

He kisses the top of her head. "Awesome, huh?"

She laughs again, "yeah, pretty awesome."

But she is right. "Maybe I should've talked sooner," he says after a moment.

"Maybe. But then, maybe I would've been as scared as I was when you did."

"Well, it would've been a risk worth taking."

As this she props her head on her shoulder, to better look at him. "Do you mean that? Don't you regret... I don't know... kissing me that night? After how stupid I was and how weird things got afterwards?"

Mahir raises his head, too, resting it in his hand. He has to think about his answer now, because it's not an easy one.

"That is something I definitely don't regret. At all. Only I wish-"

"You wish I'd called off the wedding right then," she states.

"Well, yeah, but no. That's not what I mean." He reaches to fix a strand of hair back to its place, and stops his train of thought for a moment, to let it sink in. All those times he was mesmerised by that strand of hair when he looked at her from his desk. Now he is allowed to do this. Bela closes her eyes briefly and he is sure she's thinking along the same lines. "I guess... I don't know. It was a huge deal what I was asking from you. And there were signs... that for me were pretty obvious, but maybe not for you? And... I guess it was foolish from me to expect you'd leave everything behind and, I don't know... run off into the sunset holding hands with me?" He laughs, because he doesn't really want to sound as sad and desperate as he think he is.

"I wish I had," she says, looking down at the inches of empty sheets between them.

"Hey," Mahir says, lifting her chin with his finger. "You're here now."

"Yeah," she says weekly, and he kisses her, wishing that all those regrets would go away as easily.

"Besides, that whole running into the sunset thing is very overrated."

She finally chuckles. "It is, right?"

"Definitely. Plus, it was the middle of the night."

"And I was wearing heels. Impossible to run anywhere." Both laugh a little. Mahir takes a hand that is now clutching at the sheets and eases the fingers against his.

"I would've carried you."

"I know."

This time she is the one who leans forward to the kiss, and it grows intense again. For a moment Mahir thinks about how they seem to be making up for lost time, but that is quickly forgotten, as the rest of his body takes charge again and gets as closer as possible to Bela's.

Originally posted by: The.Wanderer

AWESOME SARAH!!!! 👏

More to come .But after I finish having lunch.

Okay now that I am done eating I need to reread the chapter so as not to miss a SINGLE detail. ☺️

Today, I wish I was half as good as Preeti in giving reviews. 😭

Okay first things first. The way you described Mahir's anticipation, that awkwardness of not knowing how far the things are about to go yet having fantasies, the warm and fuzzy feeling that you get in your stomach... It was so well described... I am literally feeling drunk after reading this chapter.

Bella giving subtle yet teasing hints to Mahir. The way Mahir is not even able to finish the thought aptly described the poor guy's condition. Also him being not very sure that the signals were indeed pointing in THAT direction was very heartening to read. You made me fall in love with Mahir once again Sarah. 😭

Wanting to eat ice cream and talk? OMG!! He is such a cute little goofball. I am loving him. It's good that Bella knows exactly where she wants him warna toh they would have gone around in circles for an eternity. 😆 And then him trying to clean up the room🤣

Honestly, he is lucky to have Bella. And then Bella's BAD attempt at making a joke. was so CUUTE!! Them tripping over a stray shoe was just so natural. In that moment nothing mattered to them. And the way you described them was so tender, loving and caring that I legit had goosebumps on my hand.

And then the talk afterwards was the HIGHLIGHT of the chapter.

Okay I want to write some more but I can't as I have to leave. Will come cabk later and finish this. 😳

Originally posted by: asifiqbalsh

Nice update dear
Loved it
Thanks

Originally posted by: nuomi.riceball

Nice update Sarah ji.

Plz update soon.

Originally posted by: life4me

Awesome update. Loved the whole story. Will you continue this?

If no Please start new.