OS- Sliding Doors

As she steps into the lift behind him, she is chuckling to herself as she recalls his words from just a few moments ago.

It is just the two of them in the lift, she turns to face him and he is looking at her intently. What is so funny' he probes her. Nothing' she says and she is about to look away when he takes a step towards her. She instinctively steps back which prompts him to take two strides towards her.

She is now stood against the mirrored wall of the lift. He is on his phone and every so often he looks up and is smirking at her. He is stood so close, its not that this is something new, but she feels like this is the first time he has come close to her. The scent of his after shave is so intoxicating she feels heady. She is doing her utmost to stay calm and collected, but his words have unleashed a thousand butterflies within her. She cant quite believe that he had the audacity to ask her if she was in love with him. She is thankful that she somehow managed to give him a semblance of an answer. Or did she? was she convincing enough? and who needed the convincing him or her.

He suddenly winches in pain, holding onto his right arm. She immediately places her hand on his. Raman kya hua, is everything ok?, let me look at your arm' he obliges and slouches over her, his left arm sloped across her shoulder and against the wall.

He cant help but smile when he sees the obvious concern on her face, her eyes seemingly communicating everything he wants to hear. But he is not satisfied. He wants to disarm her some more, he wants to bring her to the brink and reel her back in. The way she has does to him. How little she knows, or maybe she isn't really oblivious to it. Either way he needs some reassurance and right now this is the easiest way to achieve that.

She places her other hand on his forehead, and wipes away the few beads of sweat that betray his beating heart. Her touch sets off a rush of adrenalin through his body.

She lifts her hand again but he takes hold of it before she can touch his face, and thereby thwarting her plans.

" you are being awfully touchy feely today? Do you have something to tell me ?"He smirkingly says as he continues to hold her hand.

" Aap bhi na, I think the tension of the needle has done something to your brain" she retorts back.

Is it" he is laughingly saying this but she feels his grip on her hand tighten and she senses something else in his eyes.

"Raman, mujhe kuch samaj nahi araaha, what are you saying? She is doing her utmost to keep her tone even and neutral but he has her completely flustered.

He lets go of her hand and leans into the wall, his lips near her face, hovering by her right ear. She panics and closes her eyes. He moves in closer and she holds on for dear life when the lift abruptly comes to a stop.

"Ishita this is our floor, time to go "he whispers to her seductively. Before she has even fully opened her eyes he is stood outside the lift smiling at her innocently. She takes a deep breathe and begins to walk towards him, pondering his words once more.