Friends..lovers! II ArSh pt 11 pg 67 - Page 37

Shilpa looked at the dress which she took out from her cupboard, it was the twelfth dress she was staring at, she didn't know what to wear, hell! She didn't even know why she had decided to go to the dinner! It was just the moment which had captured her so much badly, she couldn't pin point that what she had felt that time but something had broken deep down, when armaan questioned about ridhima's come back.

Her mind didn't know what to answer him, for the first time in her life, she couldn't answer armaan! And that too when he was speaking about her life villain, she had felt a sudden fear, which had quickly engulf her heart, and could be easily seen through her eyes, that was the only reason, she had bowed down her head, just so that armaan can't look into her inner self.

She huffed a breath, as she threw the dress she was looking at, it was a hot pink colour knee length dress, which had no shoulders, but then she realize that she wasn't too much of pink fan. She threw the dress on the floor, where the rest were already resting.

She looked at all of them, on the floor, and bent down to find something appropriate in between them, but she again failed, there was nothing which was pleasing her eyes, or what she could carryon at the dinner. She had looked at all her official dinner dresses and failed to find any good one.

Singing a song he entered the room with two cups of coffee and few muffins, to please his stomach which was already grumbling with hunger. He had changed into vest and shorts as soon as they have broken from the hug.

As large as the smile was on his face the bigger was the shock, just fifteen minutes ago the room was half cleaned and half messy and now when he looked at it, he didn't know whom to kill, whatever clothes were inside the wardrobe were also now calmly enjoying the carpet softness.

He didn't know what to say or what to do? She had completely finished the whole room within few hours which he had renovated for her! Just for her! he wanted to pull his hair or better pull her hair, just to punish her for what she had done, her dresses were splattered everywhere, on every corners, and if that wasn't just enough her high heel shoes were too enjoying the glory of residing on their bed!!

"Shilpa?" he mumbled, as he took slow steps, trying to avoid the dresses on his way. What was she even trying to do!?!

"Mallik! Oh finally you came! Well can you tell me if this would be alright for the dinner?" she questioned, showing him a black drop waist shirt and a trouser " and I guess those shoes will be fine with it?" she was now speaking to herself, while armaan noted her pointing finger at the shoe kept on his PILLOW!

He looked aghast towards the shoe and then to her, who was now busy deciding between the drop waist shirt and the bolero jacket! "Who said that you are wearing this?" he had just completed his sentence as her eyes quickly looked up at him with confusion.

"You mean, we aren't going?" she was confused, as she dropped the shirt from her hand, and turned to look at something else in her wardrobe, while he stood amazed.

"No, we are going!" he finished, as he quickly reminded himself that his best friend can change her mind with the speed of light and he doesn't have the power to convince her again to go.

"Mallik, just tell me what do you mean?" she asked, as she now took out a handkerchief style frock, surprising him with her eastern dresses collection.

He moved towards the coffee table which was set in the corner, and kept the large two cups of coffee and the plate of muffin, knowing well that this would be again one big war, to make her wear the saree he had brought, sometime it surprised him that she was his best friend!

"look!" he started, he was already tried with the operation and then the shopping and now he knew if he fell on the bed once he would wake up the next day. "You won't wear any of these clothes which you are showing, got that" he finished and smiled as she looked at him shocked!

"Mallik! Are you ordering me?" she questioned! How could he? He was her best friend but how can he order her what to wear and what not to.

"Well, yes! It's a family kind of dinner you should wear something traditional" he again ended, as he saw her looking at her with great anger, making him realize that she would burst anytime soon.

"Traditional! Right, get your brain check mallik because I never wear traditional" she sarcastically smiled at him and the turned around to look into her wardrobe, when something struck her. "Wait, you brought something with you when you came inside the room, right?"

He looked at her with a stern face, and then with a slight anger answered her back "yes! But I guess we would find that bag in next two weeks looking at the current situation of the room" she looked at him with open mouth aware of the fact that he was indirectly pointing her.

"You mean I can't keep the room clean?" she pointed at herself.

"Can you see it clean from any corner? No right" he questioned back.

"Fine!" she shouted and bent down to find his bag, which she herself knew that it had fallen on the floor when he had turned to see her.

He saw her looking for the bag, and moved ahead, he was having fun irritating her, and she like a tigress was fighting with him, unknown to the fact that he was just teasing; he bent down in search for the bag when she stared at his angrily, while he smiled and winked at her making her angrier.

In between the clothes they found the white shopping bag, which armaan tried to take it from her, while she fought against him and won. She kept the bag on the bed and opened it, surprised to find a rectangular box in it.

She looked at him while he stood looking at her with hand wrapped around his chest, she turned again to open the box, and then her eyes oozed out in horror.

"Armaan what is it?" she asked, she knew what it was but she wanted to confirm it from him too.

"Its call saree, normal women wears it" he joked as she looked up at him with furious eyes, he shouldn't expect her to wear this! Because she won't! She moved and stood infront of him, while he stared into her eyes with amusing smile.

"The color is gorgeous, but you aren't expecting me to wear it right mallik?" she asked hoping that he would just say that he had brought it to gift someone.

"Well, to be true I wanted my wife to wear it" he frankly told her, while she didn't know what to say.

"Oh! And I wish your wife would have listened to you, but she is a stubborn lady" he arched his eye brows as if he was surprise to know that.

"come on armaan I won't wear it" it was after just merry 20 second in which armaan had just stayed quiet and looked at her while she winched like a baby.

"You will shilpa" he finished, as he moved closer to her. Making her aware of his manly body.

"You see mallik, I did agree to go, so you shouldn't force me to wear that" she finished, as she moved away to look at the few dresses.

"And what are you going to wear?" he questioned, while his mind tried to think how to make her agree for the saree.

"I'll wear an evening gown, got that" she ended, while he scratched his head.

"Fine, you wear whatever you like" he faked an angry stare at her, while she took a calm breath, and saw him moving towards his coffee and muffin.

He sat on the bed drinking his coffee which was now a bit cold, just like his mood, how he wished she would have worn what he chose but he knew her, and he knew that this would come! He turned to pick up the muffin, as his eyes moved toward her, standing on their walk-in-wardrobe looking up for a nice dress, to go over her body.

"Drink your coffee, it's already cold, and with the air conditioner on, it would turn ice!"he spat and again started to enjoy the muffin, without even looking up at her who was now staring back.

"Armaan! Behave got that! You don't have to get all angry, just because I'm not wearing that bed sheet over me" finishing, she saw him taking the last bite of his muffin.

His eyes moved towards her, as he saw few of her tendrils from her bun falling over her eyes and her hands angrily on her waist, while she transferred hatred look to him. Calmly lying on the bed, he took the last sip and looked at her, and then keeping the cup on the bed, he kept his own hand on the back of his head, making himself more comfortable.

"That!" he pointed to the box kept on the side of bed "bed sheet is called saree!!!" he annoyed her, while she wished to kill him!

She moved angrily towards him, while he waited for her next move, and then surprising him, she climbed upon his stomach, and sat there. "Shilpa! I just had muffins, what are you trying to do??" scared that he will vomit, he asserted.

"What are you trying to do?? Annoy me, well then listen, you succeed I'm highly angry and I can kill you" she pointed her finger on his chest and nearly stabbed him with it.

"Ohhh! Shit! You made holes on my chest!" he growled, while she gave a Mona Lisa smile.

"Well" she moved down pushing her body over him reaching his ear "this is just a demo honey, you annoy me, and I'll kill you, without thinking that I'm your best friend" she ended and moved up to look at her face.

"You really want to see what power I hold upon you?" armaan questioned, as she felt his hands moving from his chest and she now really could see his skin peeled off. She never realized that she had actually hurt him.

Not responding to what he had said, she moved her hand on his chest, where the skin was pink and reddish now, and then slowly moving her fingers over that area she looked into his eye "I really did hurt you" she whispered, while he looked amused "I'm really sorry for this" she mumbled and then she tried to get up to move away.

When he held her and pulled her again, not caring that his muffins and coffee hasn't still settled inside his stomach and could come out easily "you can never hurt me" he told her holding her face in his palms, and then pulling her down he kissed her forehead, while she relaxed, and pulled herself up.

"But still I won't wear that" she answered smiling cheekily and quickly got up, knowing that he could again pull her down. With a good move she again moved towards the wardrobe, as she felt him coming behind her too.

He entered the walk-in-wardrobe hoping that God could take away his eyes for a while. He had never seen any room this dirty, he never liked mess, he wanted to remain clean and stay clean, but looking at the room he could easily say that he was living in the garbage area.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned as she looked up to her clothes, She was one stylish woman and even she herself was surprised to find out that her collection of dress was like she was living in Hollywood! And she had no traditional dress at all.

"Taking out my own clothes!" he said getting involved in the search of his own suit.

It was like she had blinked! And Armaan had taken out his dress, she was not surprised, she had seen him forwarding his hand to a suit and pulled it out from the wardrobe within seconds.

"Mallik, this one is not nice, something not for dinner atleast." She announced while looking at her purple color dress.

"what what is wrong with it?" confused he looked at the suit, it was well ironed and was new, he remembered that he had brought it while he was away in Germany for a seminar.

It was a brown color suit, something he rarely wear, he knew that this color has never suited him like black, white or blue has done, still he liked the way it has been cut into a great looking three piece suit, and he has adore the color back in the shop, and being him the first sight lover he bought it.

"Mallik, this color has never looked great upon you! So you better not wear this and tag me along" she finished as she threw the black gown on the floor.

He looked at her rejecting the dress again! And sighed, he never knew that she was this choosy! Though it was fun to watch her making strange face still, this was the height of rejection, he thanked god, that she wasn't this choosy when it come to choose bestfriends otherwise he wouldn't have ever met.

I am not asking you what suits me best, I'm going to wear this!" he finished, moving towards the hanging closet, where they normal hang the clothes which the use to wear after shower.

"Armaan! Seriously! This doesn't suit you" she ended, looking at him giving her cold shoulder.

"Am I asking you? Because I don't think so" she saw him moving towards the bed and throwing his giant size body there.

She looked at him, while he made himself comfortable on the soft king size bed, smiling to himself, "if she won't wear what I chose, even I won't!" his brain smiled, while his heart laughed at his childishness.

"I won't go if you wear that not so good color" she huffed! And moved towards the bed throwing herself down, next to him.

He looked at her and moved his body closer, it was like a magnet, every time she was around him, he just wished to forget everything and snuggle into her. With an instinct his arm moved towards her waist, she gasped feeling his strong arm dragging her into him, while his face showed no expressions at all.

"armaan" she whispered, as she felt their front touching eachother, she looked into his eyes, as he smirked, and then moved a bit up bringing his lips near her to beautiful green pearls and blew light cold air, while she quickly closed them, and a smile grew upon her lips.

She opened her eyes, slowly, just to feel another blow of cold air from his lips, making her close her eyes. Her hands reached up to his chest, trying to stop him by pushing him away, but his hold was stronger way more stronger than her fragile body.

"Don't.." she mumbled, while trying to open her eye, but again he blew cold air, making her laugh this time.

He smiled looking at her laughing next to him, his hand securely resting on her waist. He wanted his life to be this way, where he just has to make a little effort to hear a laugh in his house. His house was now his home, with shilpa living with him, he just wished to stay here, underneath his house roof. After his parents death he had recommended his late uncle to sell the house, so that he could shift with him, but his uncle had refused it, making him understand, how his parents had worked day and night to get this house!

He had told him he felt suffocated living in this large house, but his late uncle didn't listened to him, and neither supported him at all and for once he understood and thanked him for not helping him with his decision, he had his parents memories in this house, he had his growing up year with him, he had those little secrets shared with shilpa near the lake tree, and now he had something which he couldn't pin-point, something which made him feel complete, which made him wait for another day to come, maybe it was happiness or maybe it was shilpa! But whatever it was he wanted this to stay like this forever and ever until his every last breathes.

"leave me mallik!!" his thoughts were broken as he heard he shout.

"I think I m deaf now" he mumbled, removing his hand from her waist and clearing out his ear.

"stop this fake act, it really hard to predict what going on with you" she finished, as she moved a bit away from him, making herself comfortable "and yes if we are going, then wear something else, something which suits you, not that brown, shitty color" she ended, turning herself, to look at him who was staring her back.

"Fine then!" she heard him almost shout, while he jumped out of the bed "if I wear something of your choice then you have to wear something which I chose" he finished, moving towards the walk-in wardrobe.

"Like I don't know what you have chosen for me mallik, I told I won't wear that" she winced, pulling the quilt up through her feet, ready for another delicious sleep.

"What is wrong with that? I swear you will look great in it!" taking out the black suit, he turned to see her, who had already closed her eyes.

"you are saying as if you have dreamt about me in it" for once he was left speechless, not in his dream he would tell her that he had imagined her in that sari, he was thankful to his luck that her eyes were closed, because knowing her, one look of her and he was caught!

"Why in my sane sense! Would I dream about you!?!" he finished hoping that she hadn't opened her eyes to look at his face.

"Lair!!" he heard her, and for a second his mouth remained open, "and yes! I don't know how to wear it" she opened her eyes finishing the last bit of her sentence, changing the topic completely.

"well, let me tell you!" he moved forward, towards her and stood next to her side of the bed, while she laid straight, looking at him trying to get what he was so proudly telling her " that, your husband! The Great Armaan Mallik knows how to drape a sari" he smiled, and she could easily count his all 32 teeth.

"Wow, mallik! I never guessed that! you use to work on those shops?" she winked, knowing how his bubble of proud-ness would have burst! She loved to tease him, something she could do all day and all night! And could never get tired, and she knew only he was the one who could understand her.

She threw the quilt off her, and dragged her body upward, resting her back on the soft bedpost, and questioned him "so who taught The Great Armaan Mallik to drape a sari?"

He wanted to answer her straight forwardly, tell her the truth and close this sari chapter, but the devil in him was at peak, she was one damn lady! And he wanted to enjoy every bit of her, every emotion of her, he loved her emotional changes and he still wanted to get pleasure from them, he chuckled as his brain helped him to get the answer of her simple question and without think his mouth blurted out "Ridhima"

It was two seconds of silence, or maybe three, and he didn't hear anything except the normal breathing. He looked at her, while she was simply staring him back, with what he couldn't guess, but he knew that whatever he was finding in her eyes, was something he had never seen.

"Shilpa" his mouth escaped her beautiful name, as he saw her eyes blinking.

"I don't want to talk armaan!" she finished getting herself out of the bed, and going towards the box in which her attire was kept. She opened the box and took out the wonderful breathtaking sari, it was true the she liked the color, but for once she knew that even armaan liked women who wore them. She felt insecure, anger and jealous! Something, which she together hasn't felt for any of her boyfriend.

Again something wet made place into her eyes, surprising her, she was one hard strong woman, and now tears were coming into her eyes like her eyes were their second home, she didn't looked up at all, she knew him and she knew his eyes were stuck on her, and she felt weak, so weak that if she looked into his eyes, she would break down, into thousand of piece that no one can put her back into their original place.

Controlling herself, she took out the blouse and skirt, knowing perfectly well that these were the two which should be worn first "I guess these are the two which we wear first?" she questioned, while she felt armaan moving near her.

"Yeah" she heard him, and before he could hold her she ran away into the washroom, before they could talk about her reaction.

"You could have informed me sidhant!" she was furious, hell furious! "it wasn't like I would have minded these two having dinner with us" she finished, as she closed the strap of her shoe and looked at sidhant who was busy applying gel.

"This was the reason! Why I didn't tell you about the dinner, I didn't want such reaction!" he ended moving towards the door, while she followed him angrily.

"What the hell do you mean by such reaction? I guess it's a pretty well reaction for a person who doesn't know her husband and father are throwing a dinner for her enemy!"

"Look, I said I am sorry, It was my idea! I wanted to do it here, at our place, but then I thought It won't suit you, so I told dad, and he was happy to host it" he finished holding her through her elbows.

"it's not about where you keep it Sid! The fact is that you didn't told me about it, I would have agreed for it" tear brimming out of her eyes, she was a villainous creature, that's what she felt now of herself.

"When? And how? I know you ridhima, better than anyone knows you, you wouldn't have agreed at all!" leaving her he flew by to get the car keys.

"You hate me right! You hate me! For what I did to armaan! Right!" she cried, falling on her knees, shaking the hell out of him, they had fights on a regular basis but this was something he never thought of! Never in his life had he imagined her thinking like this!

"Ridhima" he went close to her, and took hold of her shoulders, making her stand on her legs, and then as he made her look at him, for once he felt bad, bad about his own behavior! She had done wrong and she knew that! And even he knew that, still something was stopping them, they didn't have a relation which a husband and wife shared! Infact they were completely opposite of that pure relation. He loved her, since the start, still how can he be so rude?

"I love you" he whispered, while her tears flew out.

"You don't sidhant, I never felt loved" she answered back, while he gulped "you loved me until you got to know that I left armaan for you" she completed.

"It's not like that, I…" he couldn't complete at all, he was unanswerable.

"it is, it was always like this sidhant, always since the day I told you that armaan was in love with me, and I left him, you just started acting weird, it was like you just" she left out a breathe "it was like you are just dragging everyday of your life with me"

"Ridhima, I love you, I love our marriage, and I know we have complications, but I love this! I love you a lot" trying to make her understand, he shook her a little.

"Then why? Why every day we have to fight like this, like we are annoyed with eachother?" she asked, more than questioning herself.

"Because, more than giving time to eachother, we spend time thinking about others"and he smiled.

"But…"

"No more questions, I love you a lot, and armaan has nothing to do with all this" bringing her close, he hugged her securely, possessively, conveying his love for her, whilst she hugged him back, not saying anything at all, knowing well that he knew what she felt about him.

He dragged his hands on his hair for an umpteen time, it has been half an hour since his bestfriend had ran into washroom, and for the last fifteen minutes he had been banging the door, and almost shouting that he would break it if she didn't come out, but what he heard was only a running shower, and her voice singing every kind of different song!

It was his mistake; he shouldn't have taken ridhima's name, but wait how could he ever know that she would get so jealous! Calling him jealous of sidhant would be an understatement if one looks at shilpa and her peak of jealousy.

He closed the door of the gallery where he has been standing from last fifteen minutes, and then turned to cross the whole bedroom, and the walk-in wardrobe to go to the washroom to bang the door. He would have only crossed half of the bedroom that was what he remembered, because right now his mind stood still, his heart beating wildly in his chest as if aiming to get out of the rib cage.

He move forward looking at her, who was busy struggling with the towel and her hair, drying them with the already wet towel, his eyes drifted from her fight with the towel, to her face, he had never seen her with makeup, except for lip gloss and kajal that too sometimes, and today he got to know the reason, she was god sent beauty, her gorgeous glowing skin with pink cheeks, which turned red mostly with shyness or embarrassment looked gleaming, her eyelids where closed which hid the most amazing eyes he had ever seen, big and green like the color of pure sea water, none the less he noticed her eyelashes long and black, contrasting with every color her face had, her luscious pink lips looked tempting, so tempting that he for once wanted to join them with his and never separate them, she was so amazing beauty, he had never looked at her this way and now when he did! He didn't want to lose her.

He looked at her long slender figure, whilst she stood just in blouse and skirt, still fighting with towel, elegant, magnificent and beautiful his heart shouted, while he came and stood right infront of her, still staring at her, whereas her eyes remained closed, not knowing the effect she had created on her own bestfriend.

His hand slowly moved up to hold the towel, as his hand touched it, she moved her face to look at him, her eyes big round and green look intently into his blue eyes, the towel fell lose from her hand into his, as he threw it away , and then his hand moved up to her hair. He moved his hand feeling the softness of her hairs, while his other hand landed on her bare waist.

She gasped and her eyes closed with the merry interaction between them, noticing his effect he smiled, they both had a different kind of effect on eachother something he never felt with ridhima being around! He knew it and he was enjoying it, he looked at her face, eyes closed, lush pink lips parted, pink cheeks which were turning red and rasped breathe which was matching his.

"shilpa I…" he trailed off, because his mind registered what he was trying to say, he stood still while her eyes flew open, he didn't knew what had gotten into him, just without realizing, he was about to something which he didn't felt for her! His head quickly bowed down, as he left her waist. She was his bestfriend, and no one has feeling for bestfriends!!

She stood aghast, as she heard armaan, was it her imagination or did she actually felt that armaan was about to say something which he shouldn't, atleast not to her, she wanted him to complete the sentence, so that she could convince herself that he was just playing around, and teasing her like every other time.

"i think you should completely get ready so that I can change too" hanging the whole sentence he casually announced. He felt giving out a great huff of air, making him realize that she had been holding her breathe.

"oh God mallik, for once I thought you were about to say "shilpa I love you"" she confessed, and turned to leave, only to feel her elbow being held by him and with a sudden force she landed into his arm, his one hand snaked into her waist again, whereas her palms landed on his chest.

"And If I would have actually said, Shilpa I love you" his voice was husky all of a sudden and too much seductifying for her.

"I wouldn't have believed you" he heard her, but his eyes were busy gazing at her lips, which moved slowly making there every movement watchable.

"And why?" he questioned, turning his eyes back to her green pearls, controlling the sudden urge to kiss her.

"Because you love ridhima" she concluded, his arms moved away all of a sudden from her waist and there and then he knew that he hated ridhima! so much that he couldn't hate anyone! He hated her for coming into his life, for making him believe that she loved him, forcing him to make a plan which would not only destroy his but his bestfriend life too! And today when everything is starting to go on the right path! When he finally started to live, out of nowhere that ridhima and his plan always came and stood in between.

"Armaan…" confused she looked at him while he was busy opening the folds of the sari without replying her, he came and stood infront of her.

"lets the draping began" and armaan moved behind her, making her back touch his chest and quietly changed the topic confusing her, but she wasn't able to say anything, because the next thing she knew was armaan fingers, slowly making their way on her skirt.

His fingers rubbed past her waist and came exactly below her belly button, her breath stopped, as she felt his finger slowly and sensually rubbing her skin, moving slightly upward touching her belly button.

"Armaan" she gasped, as he continued to play with her skin, and then he tugged the corners of the sari into her skirt, she felt relief at his fingers just stopped and stayed on her skin without any movement.

But not so soon she felt his hot breathe near her earlobe from behind, her palm turned into a fist, scared that she would melt by such a small contact, and then she felt his lips slight grazing her earlobe. His palms resting on her waist now moved rubbing them softly on her waist he moved towards the right side. He was revolving around her.

He came and stood in front of her, looking at her closed eyes, and her heaving chest "shilpa" his voice was husky, making himself surprise by the fact that how this intimacy was affecting him.

She opened her eyes as she looked into his, deep blue sea, and she was lost, totally into them, he smiled and holding the sari with like a perfect draper, he started to make pleats, he didn't stopped their eye lock, removing the space between them, he touched his forehead with her, feeling the calmness in his own body.

His hand continued to make the 7 pleats like he had always worked as a sari draper, and then she felt his fingers again touching her skin on the slight left side of her navel. She gasped feeling his cold fingers on her skin and with an instinct she held his palm which rested on her skin.

She was getting weak so weak that she couldn't bare to stand on her own feet now, and she knew if armaan didn't stopped they were in trouble huge trouble and since the marriage they were going through this trouble, to keep their hands to themselves.

She knew she wasn't thinking much about what they were getting themselves into, still her brain did wandered on that sometime, leaving in America doesn't mean that she couldn't think about the sexually charged desired they had for one another, with high thinking she came to the fact that they were alone and married and living under the same roof that was the only reason she had to explain that's why were they so intimate together.

And they were best friends! They could have such relation, but then she couldn't even pinpoint how this emotional shilpa came into being, she had never cried! She was never the one who could get scared of things easily! She was the one who could break the nose of every other person! And still here she had gotten so much emotional that she was embarrassed of herself and she had a reason for this, and her heart knew that it was true.

she had started to depend so much on Armaan that now she couldn't look for herself, she wanted armaan to rub her tears, to comfort her, to hold her, to hug and say that everything will be alright! She wanted him in a way she had never ever thought of, not physically! She never desired to get him physically; she just wanted him in anyway and in every way!

and somewhere she knew that it wasn't just because they were best friends, there was something more to it, deeper and strong and as she looked into armaan's questionable eyes she knew he was equally messed up like her or maybe he was more messed up.

"don't…" she couldn't complete, as she felt his lips touching the corner of her lips, making her again close her eyes, she was like a jelly in front of him, her hand left his eventually and fell down.

"don't think" she heard him say, while her removed his lips from the corner of hers, and then she felt his hand tucking the pleats into her skirt together on the left side of her navel.

"Is it done?" she questioned, her eyes closed as she didn't felt him near her.

"Not yet" she stopped breathing as she felt his manly chest touching her back. She didn't know that how he landed there but he was behind her, and he was breathing upon her ear.

"What are you doing there?" she questioned confused and breathless.

"Wrapping the fabric around your body" he answered generally moving again to the front of her. He had gone behind her to wrap the sari perfect in a counter clock wise.

Standing in front of her he moved his hand which held the sari pallu towards shoulder, when accidently it brushed her already heaving bosom. He hadn't meant it at all, but suddenly he felt that the heat which was already present in the room, had turned more hot, he had seeing her taking a sudden air, and he himself felt the need to explore her more.

The sari was done, but now both stood, still, his one action had made them! This time there was no lust, no need to feel love but something her was stronger. He had longed accepted the fact that he was attracted towards his bestfriend maintained figure, but now when he see, there was an unexplained emotion hidden between his manly lust.

He wanted to hold her in his arms like he hadn't held anyone, he moved his hands towards the side of her waist, when a suddenly shrill of noise came exploding into the room, making them conscious of their heated skin. Quickly within a second both moved away, while shilpa just stood still, taking in what has happened. He eyes moved towards armaan who had gone to see the message he had just received.

"this is soo unlike me! so! So! Unlike me" he had heard shilpa mumbled to herself, and a smile came upon his lips, so there was no difference between them! She was going through the same situation like he was, he thought while replying to Dr.Shashank message.

"Dr.Shashank messaged, asking when are we going to reach, Its already to late, I should get ready!" he told her, as she now stood infront of the mirror, brushing her hair and applying lip gloss.

"sure! Enjoy the shower" she casually said, while he thought to tease her.

"not without you" he added with the wink, moving towards her. if the last incident had taken her breathes away then she was sure this one was going to kill her. she looked at him moving towards her with a naughty smile.