Obsession Or Love ?? A Virika FF - Page 15

Viren woke the morning after his incredible encounter surrounded by the tantalizing scent of Jeevika and feeling like something was missing from his bed. He rolled to his back, trying not to think about the heart-stopping events of the night before. He pulled a pillow over his face and breathed in her fragrance, a scent that would likely haunt him forever. And every time he imagined her scent, he would think about her taste. Her smile. Her moans. Her absolutely beautiful body. He was so screwed. Last night had been a life-changing event for him. Never again would he be able to settle for just any woman in his bed.

He wasn't sure whether to be completely pissed off or in awe of the woman who made him feel this way. Sure, he only had one woman at a time.He was monogamous in a sort of way. There just came a time, and he could always sense it, when he thought he should move on to avoid any entanglements. Not that any woman had ever really wanted him, but they began to want more and more of what his wealth could provide.He pulled the pillow from his face, but it didn't relieve the bone-deep ache that he had for Jeevika. Taking her back to her own bed had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. But she had only offered one night, and he had never been able to sleep with a woman. He wasn't capable of it and had never wanted to...until last night. He had wanted to fall asleep with Jeevika in his arms, her body draped around his, her warm breath on his face.

He had returned to his room, but he hadn't been able to sleep. He had tossed and turned in a bed that smelled of hot and Jeevika.Frustrated as hell, he had gone to his gym and worked out, hoping to exhaust himself, desperate to escape into latent unconsciousness. Unfortunately, he didn't. Instead, he had ended up tired and defeated...and still unable to sleep. What time had he finally given in and passed out? His eyes went to the clock, realizing with shock that it was almost noon. Generally an early riser, he had never slept this late, even on the weekend. He slid out of the bed and went straight to the shower.

She wasn't.

She's not here.

Viren felt a chill crawl slowly down his spine and experienced a brief moment of panic. He went back down the stairs two at a time, his heart racing. Rationally, he knew she wouldn't leave. She had no reason to go. They had both agreed for that one night together.

One night.

One night. One night will never be enough. She's mine.Viren had known it last night and he knew it now. He would never get enough of Jeevika. She was an obsession that he couldn't get over with one night.. He wasn't sure what it was going to take, but it hadn't been relieved by screwing her brains out. If anything, it was worse.Now that he had possessed her once, he wanted her again and again.

The coffee he was drinking churned in his gut. Truth was, he goddamn hated feeling so possessive of a female. Giving a shit about anyone other than his family meant trouble. Hadn't he learned that lesson painfully a long time ago? Apparently it hadn't stuck, because he cared more about Jeevika than he wanted to...and it scared the ever-loving crap out of him.

Viren snatched his phone from a coffee table in the living room and sent a text message to her phone.

U ok?

He tapped his finger against the plastic cover of the phone, impatient. Hell, he didn't even know if she had her phone, but he'd be pissed if she didn't. How many times had he asked her to always carry it for her own safety?

A snort escaped his mouth as he carried the phone and his coffee to the kitchen. Like she really listened to him? She patted him on the head and went on her merry way, doing whatever the hell she pleased. Secretly, he loved her independence, but it also drove him insane. There were just too many instances where she was nonchalant about her safety.The phone beeped, startling Viren enough for him to spill his coffee onto the pristine tile. I'm on edge this morning. Cursing, he read the return text.

Police Station. Tell u about it later.

What. His fingers flew as he typed another text.

Where? Why?

She answered briefly, giving him the location of the station and another infuriatingly vague explanation and a promise to tell him about it later.Later, Nobody goes to the police station on a Saturday morning for giggles. Something's wrong.

Viren ran a frustrated hand through his hair, nearly yanking a few locks from his head. Jesus! At this rate, he'd be bald within a week. He sent her a brief text telling her he was on his way and crammed his cell phone into his pocket. The phone beeped again a moment later, but he ignored it. He already knew it was Jeevika, probably telling him not to come.

Snatching up his keys, he slammed his feet into the nearest pair of casual shoes and exited the door of the condo, not even flinching when it slammed violently behind him. Jeevika sighed softly as she took a sip from the foam cup, hoping the coffee would help her focus. Swallowing hard to get the strong, burnt-tasting liquid down her throat, she looked up at Manvi with a weak smile. "I think we're almost done."

She had already identified the two suspects from mug shots, the angry gunmen who had stormed the clinic that morning, demanding drugs. Manvi had been in an exam room and hadn't seen the men, but Jeevika had gotten an up close and personal look. Grimacing, she wished to hell that she hadn't. Alone in the waiting room, watching over a child whose sibling and mother were in the exam room with Manvi, Jeevika would probably never forget the dead look in the men's eyes and their haggard faces that told the story of years of drug abuse. She knew the look, had seen it often in her youth, but she hadn't had a gun in her face at the time. That moment, that terrifying instance of not knowing whether the next few seconds would be her last, had been enough to scare the hell out of her. She had scooped up the child and raced around the corner, hitting the alarm button under the desk as she tucked the child behind her. The alarm wasn't silent and the ruckus had been enough to bring Manvi running out and the men to scatter.

One of the men had a twitchy trigger finger and his firearm had exploded at the sound of the alarm, the path of the bullet coming so close to Jeevika's head that she had felt the air ripple at the side of her face. Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself, not really cold, but remembering with more than a touch of unease the faces of the men and their final brutal comment as they escaped through the clinic door.

"We'll get you later!"

Manvi had only seen their exit, arriving seconds after they had turned to run. Thankfully, everyone had escaped unharmed. "The nice detective should be back soon and we can affirm the police reports and get the hell out of here," Manvi responded grimly, her eyes focused on Jeevika. "Are you sure you're okay? You look a little pale."

Jeevika shrugged, trying to look unaffected. "A little shaken up is all.

I'm...good." Terrified. Scared. But otherwise, just fine.

The last thing she wanted was to alarm her friend, knowing Manvi already felt responsible for Jeevika nearly getting shot. Manvi reached across the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing it until almost all of the blood left the extremity. "They shot at you. It's normal to be upset. That was a damn close call. I'm so sorry, Jeevika."

"Manvi, it isn't your fault-"

"Who shot at her!" A bellowing male voice came from the door, and Jeevika didn't even have to turn around to know exactly who stood there. She recognized Viren's blustering tone immediately. The man might not yell often, but he made up for it in quality. No one could roar more ferociously than Viren when his temper flared.

"What is going on? The police said you got attacked at some clinic-"

"My clinic," Manvi interrupted, standing to confront Viren. "Who are you?"

Uh-oh.

Jeevika stood, ready to jump into the fight. Manvi might have the face of an angel, with curls that surrounded her perfect features, but she could be a furious foe when she wanted to be. Not that people saw that side of her. Her patients, young and old, adored her and her usually sunny personality. But when Manvi was fighting for a cause or something she believed in, she could be a dangerous enemy. Jeevika watched as her friend threw back her shoulders, her white physician's coat floating around generous curves that complemented her angelic features. She forced back a grin as Manvi straightened to try to compensate for her five foot three height, in preparation for battle.

"Hellooo. I'm right here, Viren." Reaching out her hand, she gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. "I am able to answer for myself." His face transformed, the anger draining from his features as his still-hot eyes met hers. Reaching out to grasp her shoulders, he demanded, "What happened? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" His hands ran over her arms before landing again on her shoulders. Explaining what happened turned into an exhausting event. Viren interrupted, swearing like a sailor and asking what felt like a million freaking questions. Jeevika tried to answer them patiently to calm him down.

They all took a seat on the flimsy, uncomfortable chairs at the enormous table. Jeevika talked, first introducing Viren and Manvi, and then going on to answer more questions that were flowing from the furious man in front of her, almost faster than she could answer them.

Viren cursed throughout her explanation.

And Manvi just watched with a dumbfounded, perplexed expression. "Did they catch them?" Viren asked, his voice rough, as though he had been through hell himself.

"No. And Jeevika needs to be careful since they threatened her." Manvi finally jumped in, her voice protective.

"You neglected to mention that." Viren shot Jeevika a dark look.

Their conversation was interrupted by a plainclothes detective, a very nice, youngish blond man who had identified himself as Detective Sam. He dropped papers in front of both Jeevika and Manvi, asking quietly, "Can you look at the reports and see if you have anything to add?" He put a casual hand on the back of Jeevika's chair and leaned over her shoulder, perusing the report with her.

A low, reverberating sound came from Viren's throat and she pulled her eyes away from the report to look at him. But he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were shooting fire at Detective Sam, a threatening look that startled her. Obviously, the detective wasn't the least bit intimidated. "Boyfriend?" he asked quietly, quietly enough that Viren couldn't detect the words.

"Friend," she mumbled back, hating herself for wishing she could confirm the question with a simple "yes" answer. She read the report quickly, with enough haste to get through it fast, but not so rapidly that she wasn't accurate. After the official paperwork was finished, she stood, stretching her back as she got to her feet, feeling slightly unsteady.

"Careful!" The detective took her arm to steady her slightly swaying body. "You've had a tough day," he stated kindly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two business cards and handed one to both her and Manvi. "My card. Call me anytime. My cell phone number is on the back just in case you need it."

"Is that really necessary?" Viren snarled, his arm curling around Jeevika's waist, pulling her body against him protectively. The detective shrugged. "Yeah. It is. Jeevika was threatened. I want these ladies to be able to reach me any time."

"Thank you, Detective Sam. You've been very kind." Smiling softly, Jeevika shook the detective's hand. Manvi did the virate, before all three of them exited the building together.

Jeevika took a deep breath, letting the crisp, refreshing air of the outdoors enter her lungs. "It's a good day to be alive," she muttered to herself, thankful to just be among the living and healthy.

As the three of them descended the stairs, approaching the sidewalk, Manvi asked Viren quietly, "You wouldn't happen to be related to Virat Vadhera? I know the last name is pretty common, but I was just wondering."

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Viren looked at Manvi with surprise. "Yeah...he's my brother. Why do you ask? Do you know him?" Manvi frowned. "Oh, God." She let out a heavy breath. "Uh...yeah...I did. A long time ago."

"Were you friends?" Viren asked curiously, looking at Manvi expectantly.

"No! Not really!" Manvi answered abruptly, her face turning red.

"Ah...I see," Viren answered. Not ready to let the subject drop, he added, "Bad experience with my brother?"

"He's a complete and total snake." Manvi reached up to rake the curls from her face. The wind was brisk and errant spirals were whipping around her head. Jeevika jumped as a harsh bark of laughter escaped from Viren's mouth.

"Believe me, you aren't the first woman to feel that way. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault that your brother is a jerk. I just hope the two of you aren't similar in some regards," she replied awkwardly. "Take care of Jeevika."

"With pleasure, Manvi," he replied smoothly, reaching out his available hand. "Bad circumstances, but nice to meet you."

Although she could be prickly on the outside at times, her friend was a complete marshmallow on the inside. "You too. I'll talk to you soon." Viren reclaimed her, slipping his arm around her waist and leading her to his car as Manvi crossed the parking lot to her own vehicle.

God, what a horrible day.

Tired, shaken, her mind on the events of the day, she didn't even balk as Viren led her to his ridiculously expensive Veyron and seated her in the passenger side before climbing behind the wheel himself.

They were both silent, lost in their own thoughts, as they made the journey home.

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