ARHI... Destinado A Amarte Ch 7 (48) - Page 20

Chapter 6

Her laughter vibrated through his chest as he was mesmerized by her tenderness. Her fingers caressing his chest and broad shoulders in a feather touch. Her big round almost black eyes captivated his, having a great grip on his heart. He ran his knuckles on her face, lowering them to the neck that followed the path down, on the sides of her breast and pulled her to him with his arm around her waist. He watched her, lost in her, as she closed her eyes, hiding her desire from him. She felt naked under his heated gaze, he knew. He knew her well to understand her thoughts. Her hands held onto him, her fists around the collar, as her life depended on him and that moment. He bent down a little, enjoying her tiny body as she shivered beneath him, and rubbed her nose with his. Her breath sucked, hot and burning with passion, which made him lose his patience. And he brushed his lips on hers ever so lightly. Before she could feel those lips, he moved it, making her frowning. He chuckled at her anger and disappointment. Now, she pulled him and captured his lips with hers, firmly. Still chuckling, he ran his tongue on her lower lip, making her grasp. His hand rose and rested on her cheek, caressing her with his thumb in rhythm to his kiss, exploring her sweetness, tasting every inch of her mouth. Her legs came around his hips, asking him to continue to which he surrendered his senses, like a soldier surrendered his life to his king. Yes, he thought as he continued kissing her, she was his queen. He would do anything she asked him. He would give her everything she wanted. He would shower her with his love. He would make her his queen, officially, legally, and that too very soon. He wanted to have an identity to do that, he had said, explained, but she was adamant, not caring he was a mere mechanic working on cars all day and turn to a hacker in the night. She didn't care his hacking job was illegal, if anything went wrong. She didn't care that job, both his jobs didn't pay him much and that most of that would be spent away from his little brother and sister. Instead, she had said right at the start of their relationship, that she would spent as much she could on him, taking care of his needs, and take care of his little brother and sister as her own. Nothing or no one were going to come between them, he decided, as he felt her frustration for his lack, bringing him back to the moment by biting his lip, and that they would be together.

And just as he promised her, silently, and to himself, he heard a loud knock, disturbing their moment. He sighed and chuckled, loving the frustration on her beautiful and mesmerizing eyes. She pushed him a little, asking him to answer the knock, but he shook his head, clearly not wanting to end their moment. His eyes travelled the length if hers, her simple blue salwar fitted just well on her, showing off her milky skin which was now in crimson, the result of what they were up to. "A bed will do fine," he whispered, continuing a trail of open kisses on her neck, lazily, as he had forever to be in her arms, "instead of a wall. And you are still dressed. There is no way I am going to stop this right here and now." And just to prove that, he pressed himself on her, letting her know how damned he would be if he let her go and was rewarded with her chuckle.

The knocks continued on the door, just on the sides of where they stood panting for breaths, that followed by a curse of words. "A room will do more so," she whispered back, pushed him off her as she set her dress, presentable, ready to face the wrath of the person at the door for keeping him away for so long, "rather your garage. Now, go back to work or your friend will kill me for keeping you away for so long."

Another loud knock interrupted his words and he shook his head, ruffling his hair in annoyance and shouted back, "go away you bas***d… give me a second." He watched her laugh at his condition. Without wasting another second, he pulled her into a bear hug, inhaling her fragrance. "Ignore it Anjali," he admitted what he felt, "I can't go back fully aroused, and you sure can't expect I will manage to work after you seduced me." That did fine as her next words were broken into a yell from the other end of the door.

"Well, I would like to leave you for your fun in there, Shyam, if it isn't for your mobile that kept ringing and the worst is that the calls are from your brother, who seemed pissed enough to calm your arousing, you know…"

Shyam cursed under his breath as he opened the door just enough to have his mobile passed from the other end. He locked it back and swore few more words as he noticed the line was still on, waiting for him to reach it. He let out a deep sigh and answered with a small hello which was answered with a grin and a teasing "I was worried when you didn't answer and then kept calling, thinking you are in some sort of trouble, but guess I was damn wrong… sorry Bhaiyya, to disturb you when you are producing some strong orgasms," stressing the word 'Bhaiyya'.

"Arnav," he warned his brother but Shyam knew, Arnav wasn't a kid not to understand what he was up to, and he wasn't their little sister that Shyam would hide it, not wanting to confess it. But being the call from Arnav, he really had no better options rather than admit as he said, "I would like to tell you if you aren't my brother, kid. Apart from that, what is the reason for you to call me?"

"Sure," Arnav agreed with a teasing smile as Shyam took in the horrified look on his Anjali. He hugged her from the side of her waist, ignoring her protests or glares. He heard Arnav speak, "I will leave that part to Ana. Now, I don't want to disturb further so here's the news. I am planning to do MBA."

It took him a while to process the words, but when he did, he felt a volcano exploding in him that had been safe all these years – a volcano of happiness, that his little brother decided to do something with his life and that his hard work and dreams had been fulfilled with those simple words. "I…" Shyam whispered, unable to find his voice, "I am so happy for you, Arnav," he said at last, tears fell freely that he didn't realize until he felt Anjali rubbing them, watching him with her own tearful eyes, letting him know she was there with him to share his happiness and grief. "But what about your literature?" he asked, worrying about Arnav compromising in his career.

"God forbid if I let that path walk off me," Arnav chuckled at his own words, "I don't want to be murdered by a certain Shyam and Ana. No, I am not going to leave it Bhai, just a break from that, that is all."

"Well in that case," Shyam replied, pride with the decision Arnav took, "I am proud of you, my boy." He said dramatically, the way he used to when they were kids and sure enough, Arnav thought about the same and shared laughers. "I will visit you guys coming weekend," he said, sharing his plan that he and Anjali had decided just a while ago, "and I am going to bring a person. You have to meet her."

"I knew it," he heard Arnav shout with excitement, "I knew you have this woman in your life, Bhai. That is so damn good and you will be damned to let her go. God, I can't wait to share this to Ana. She is worried."

"No," Shyam said hurriedly, "that is actually supposed to be a surprise, Arnav. It just slipped as you gave me such wonderful news. Let's keep that a surprise for Ana. What say?"

"I am not sure I will be alive after this, having a secret from her," Arnav said but laughed, already planning his own way, "but I will have hundred deaths to surprise her, and when it is about you having a woman, it is worthy."

As he disconnected the call, he pulled Anjali into another hug, this time with much more intense, showing her how much his brother meant to her and how much he loved his sister. "I am not sure how to tell this," he said slowly, wanting her to understand him, "they are the only family I have, Anjali. I want us all together. I want you to accept them the way they are."

"I accepted you the way you are," she whispered, cupping his face as she leaned forward, "that includes your flaws and your love and your responsibility, Shyam. When are you going to accept that?" and then she kissed him, showing him just that.

As Sid watched her at his table, answering phone calls for him as per orders, his heart felt a guilty pang that had been ever since she disclosed the truth regarding her brother. He felt like a fool to think such things about her. He had no idea why he felt jealous on seeing her with another man. It was not he was having feelings for her. Sure, he had, but that was a strong attraction and nothing else. And the fact he didn't know anything about her wasn't settling him either. He felt miserable. He felt lost as he knew she would leave the job in two months. He felt someone stabbing his heart when she asked him to leave her for her own good.

Groaning as she smiled into the phone, with whomever she was talking at that moment, Sid turned his focus on the vehicles as he watched out of the window, his heart stilled on her. Wasn't he supposed to do his work? He thought, hating it further. It was not his first weekend that he came to his office and sat ideally, without any work to do. He would come, usually, just to escape the parties his family threw every now and then. Later, that had become a habit. Now, the reason for calling her that day was clear. He wanted her to be with him. He wanted her to stay with him. Even if she was away, doing her work as per his orders, he would still get to see her. What was happening to him? Ever since he saw her when she entered his cabin as his PA, he had lost his focus. He had been using his time to watch her, and when he finally left the office, all he had in mind was her. Wherever he went, his mind would go back to her and her antics he had seen all the day. She wasn't like any other woman he had seen or met. She was different. Unique. She gave a damn about him or any other man. And that made him want her. As simple as that. He wasn't used for ignoring or rejecting in his life, and that coming from a simple girl rubbed the wrong side of his ego.

Now, as he thought about all those days and nights when he had been thinking about her and her alone, he saw the difference within him that he had been blind not to notice until that moment. He was the one who watched her. He was the one who had interest in her. And he was the one who wanted her. Not for a night. Not for a limited period. But forever. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to win her heart. He wanted to be the one whom she would think every second in her life. He wanted to be her life. Slowly, but surely, he had been falling in love with her from the time he saw her. And he messed up with things. A good time.

Swearing few curses, he walked up to her, pulled her to him through her elbow as he said, "this isn't working, Anahita. I understand your need of staying away from me but I have no reasons to stay away from you. I can't. I am involved in you, a bad time and now, even if I tried, I can't come out of it. I want you all my life. This is coming out all wrong," he cursed again, hating himself for his inability of voicing his emotions, "all I want to say is, give me a chance to know you better in a friendly way. This two months, treat me as your friend. Not your boss. Not a billionaire. Not a spoiled brat. Just a man who truly wants to know you better."

He expected her to push him off her, shout at him or even slap for his words. He expected she would leave the office right away. But instead, she smiled at him genuinely. "If you leave me now," she said slowly and calmly, "I have got something to say too." Reluctantly, he left her elbow, stepped away from her, creating as much distance between them as possible, "now, listen to me carefully, Siddhant," she smiled and continued, "I respect you for who you are. The only reason I said all that to you this morning is because I respect you. You are not like any other boss or man I have seen and met. You are different. And I like you. I really do. But that like has nothing to do romantically. I have no such feelings. I know you want me in your bed and the only reason I am keeping up with your stares is you never made a pass on me. You are a true gentleman. And there is a lot to learn from you. Siddhant, I don't want us to spoil our working relation by taking this beyond that, and by 'that' I mean friendship included. I hope you understand."

But Sid wasn't going to give up. Not after he realized his true feelings for her. Not after she said she liked him, though it was not the way he wanted her to like him, but still. Not after she confessed her opinion on him. He smiled, already having a plan ready. He was not a saint and he was not going to leave her just because she asked him. She wasn't telling she was not interested or that she had a boyfriend. She was pointing, simply, the difference between their statuses. She was ambitious. She was will-minded. She wanted to be successful in life. Instead of discouraging, her words had exact opposite effect on him. Her words were encouraging him, ordering him not to give up on her. He smiled and nodded. "If that's the case," he said, carefully, "we will maintain the same working relationship, Anahita. For the coming two months. After that, I will be no more your boss. I am sure you will have no reason to reject by friendship then."

She smiled at him, expecting the exact words. But she was sure, two months were enough for him to get bored on her and he would eventually leave her after that, when there were no chances for them to meet once she walked out of the office. "If you are willing to have my friendship after two months," she promised him, "I will accept it, Mr. Modi. For the time being, I hope you will not stare at me or invade my personal space."

"You have my word," Sid replied, knowing well he was not going to let her go.

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