Megz's VirMan Fantasy:Seven Minutes in Heaven

"I cannot," she whispers, just moments before she faints.

A million emotions-shock, denial, anger, grief-pass through his brain, and yet his arms automatically reach out to catch her as she falls, his protective instinct overpowering all other emotions in his brain.

His mouth slightly gapes as he stares at her, and he wonders whether the constriction in his heart is because she had refused to marry him, or because this was the umpteenth time she had fainted without any warning. He is caught between wanting to ask her the reason for her rejection, and wondering whether her claims of being perfectly healthy were as false as the claims she had made to his girlfriend's love for him.

'I can smell truth from this letter,' she had proclaimed grandly. But then, love, like any other emotion, tended to be a perfect illusion-till it broke of course.

So instead of debating on the cause of her distress, he begins to frantically shake her instead, repeatedly shouting her name. He looks around, his throat dried up, his pupils dilated. He tries to get a grip over himself but the startling lack of company in the area scares him. His jeep is just a few yards away, but it feels like miles from where he is standing.

He lifts her up, bridal-style, his eyes torn between scanning her face and looking at the path in front of him. She looks like an angel, but the creases on her forehead indicate that she is not at peace yet. He expects his legs to wobble, but he doesn't blink an eye as he props her up against her seat. That is when all semblance of calm leaves him and he turns into a madman, and the vehicle roars into action as he tries to remember the location of the hospital.

The hazel eyes stare at him with innocence, framed by dark eyelashes. Her fingers reach out to pull his hair, his curly black strands looking like twisting ropes to her. He does not admonish her but gently traces a finger down her cheek. Her skin is softer than he had imagined-it's almost like butter to his touch. Her lips are small and pouty and she puffs up her cheeks, blowing raspberries at him. Swamini Bua might have been offended, but he finds the action so endearing, he immediately gives her a little kiss on the forehead.

She giggles, and then gives him a saucy smile before sticking out her tongue at him. His smile grows a little bit strained, and his fingers withdraw and linger in the air. He does not want to cherish her too much-or else he might end up losing her. It was dangerous loving anyone more than yourself. It was like challenging Fate to show what it could do to steal that person away from you.

She frowns in confusion as he gets up, and then sucks in her breath before issuing a blood-curdling wail. It almost drove the people in the surrounding area insane, and he tries not to grimace as the nurses give him stern looks. She cries, pleads, and petitions-but her father refuses to listen. He has an important case today-he cannot afford to lose.

She was born only seven minutes ago, and she is already an orphan. Jeevika waits till Virat leaves before sweeping up her niece into her arms. She tries her best to console the child, but to no avail. The baby has a mind of her own. She is stubborn and unwilling to listen-just like her mother. And when the time comes, she will extract her revenge. After all, Tumne mera phone kaata? Maanvi Chaudhary ka?

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'Okay, so we have seven minutes.'

'What?' Maanvi asks, looking up from A Dummy's Guide to Cooking.

'What the hell? I thought you'd got rid of that book.'

'I only said I stopped needing it, I never said that I'd thrown it away. For goodness' sake Virat, I need to refresh my memory every now and then you know.'

'Why? You cook well enough.'

'Not well enough for you to give up pizza.'

'Maanvi, don't be stupid. Even you like having pizza every once and then.'

'Virat, we are going to become parents sooner or later. What kind of example are you going to set for our children?'

'Maanvi, I'll give up pizza if you give up matchmaking.'

'Why? I've never gone wrong you know.'

Virat didn't respond. He only looked at the ceiling.

'You're just jealous because I have more friends in Chandigarh than you do, and I've been living here for only two years.'

Virat began to absentmindedly hum a tune, as if he were completely deaf.

'Say something.'

'You've wasted three minutes,' he said, only a hint of resentment in his voice.

'If you want to kiss me, please do it fast. I'd rather it be seven seconds than seven minutes.'

'Fine,' he said, strolling over to the sofa and plopping down beside her. She shifted backwards to give him some space and then closed her eyes, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. As his lips pressed on hers, her mind wandered elsewhere. God, he was so jealous that his friends at the law firm liked her more than him.

When he pulled away, she gave a little groan and grabbed hold of his collar. 'Seven minutes are over,' he said gently.

'What?' she sputtered, eyes popping out of her head. 'That lasted barely two seconds!'

'Look at the watch, Mrs. Vadhera.'

'No, no that's impossible...' she thought, scratching her forehead. When had she lost track of the time?

'Okay then, see you after you're done refreshing your memory," he yawned, barely disguising his cheekiness. He grinned as she leant back with a sigh, still trying to savour the taste of his lips. Once she learned how to appreciate the 'appetizers', he might be able to move onto the 'main course.'

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