Chapter 1
His eyes gazed into hers...they conversed something profound and she saw herself answer to him in as ardent manner as he did. His eyes gently eyed her down as he held her curvy waist kneading it with his palm. Gulping hard, she voluntarily shut her eyes at his act.
She drools as he feels her satan skin. His lips wanting to taste hers...he then moves down to make his desire to touch her lips true...
No sooner than he did this, she opened her eyes and found herself on her bed but there was no sign of him at any place near.
"Ms. Smita Bansal, get a grip on yourself. This is the nth time that you dream of a complete random guy kissing you..uhh!" She got up disciplining herself.
The phone rang. "Hey Simmi..Good morning." said Sonia, Smita's bestie as soon as Smita picked up.
"Good morning Sonia.." Smita muttered.
"Wait...don't tell me you had the same dream..!" Sonia exclaimed.
"How do you guess it all the time?" Smita inquired.
"Well it's not hard to guess with you talking in a seductive tone. Is there any improvement this time? As in did he improvise on his acts?" Sonia teased Smita.
"Sonia not again," Smita said.
"Smita you just need to believe in it happening." Sonia pepped up her friend.
"Hmm...I know, I will...um.. Chalo meet you at the hospital." Smita hung up with that statement.
Somewhere on the busy roads of the metropolitan, he waited patiently in the traffic jam...well that was the level of patience that he could afford.
Time was something he could not waste for anyone. After the painful experience of braving the death of his parents, he didn't have time to even see his own face in the mirror.
The office buzzed with the usual hustle. But as soon as there was even a word of him entering the office, it would discipline his employees. He was nicknamed as Satan and was loathed by many in his field for what he was.
"Pari...dekho aaj late hogaya toh mujhey mat kehna ki aap mujhey subha uthatee he nai..late hojata hai school ko!" The mother tried to wake up her 5 year old.
"Momma please 5 minute aur..." Pari requested with her utterly sweet tone.
"Dekho tum mujhey aise phigla nahi sakti. This time I won't melt. You get that straight in your little head miss!" The mother warned.
"Mom aaj toh chod do...aaj Sunday hai!" Pari reminded her.
"Haan Smita, its Sunday. Bechari bachi ko at least aaj aaram say sone do late tak." Nirmala told her.
"Sunday...! It's already Sunday.. ohoo ...ok soh jaoo.!" Smita permitted.
Smita, seeing her sleeping daughter, realized that time passes away really fast. It was just yesterday that she got Pari home. Her child was so adorable..so small...cute..She couldn't remember the time before Pari happened.
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