Th#2 Arhi FF: DDCT- **Chp 30-Pt 2 FNL Pt- 12/30-Pg 117** - Page 19

The ambiance in the room was soft and cool. The guests were mingling amongst themselves, the engaged couple were stealing glances at each other. He was standing in the far end of the corner scanning the crowd to see if he can spot her fiery, heavenly angel in red.

He lifts his glass to take sip of his vodka when he spots her. There she was standing amongst his cousin and what looked like his friend. His eyes intensified with burning rage as he watched the guy place a hand on her back, her very sexy open back. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, with only a dori holding it in place. His hand itched to pull that string, run his fingers up and down the expanse of her back and lay open-mouthed kisses on the delectable back of hers.

He snapped out of his reverie, when he noticed that the guy had lowered his mouth closer to her ear, and she was nodding yes to something he had asked. He raised his drink, gulped it down in one go. He slammed the glass hard on the table, his eyes furious with the guy and her. He started to make his way towards her in fast, long strides.

He comes right behind her; the hairs on the back of neck stand up as she senses him behind her. She didn't have to turn around to know it was him, because her heart already felt him and knew it. He moves closer to her and whispers in her ear, "I need to talk to you NOW!"

She whips her head back in astonishment, stares into his eyes and sees them dark with passion; he was looking at her as if he was undressing her in front of his eyes. She was turning beet red with the scorching trail of his eyes on her body. She clutches the sides of her sari, musters up courage to tell him off and with a low hushed tone says, "I don't want to talk you. Why don't you go and talk to that hussy date of yours."

That's it, his patience snapped; he roughly grabbed her right hand and dragged her out of the banquet hall. He was walking with her towards the elevators; she was trying to loosen his vice like grip from her wrist. This made him only grip stronger, she yelped as she felt the pain surging through her wrist, but still kept on muttering profanities to him under her breath.

He pulled her harshly into the elevator as he pressed the button to the highest floor. He pushed her body hard onto the wall and slammed his lips down on hers. He grips tightly on her bare waist, pushes his full flush onto her and devours her lips in a passionate, deep and nerve wrecking kiss.