The silence was now at its peak. The coffee spilled at the table was now dripping to the floor. The coffee mug stopped rolling at some point..
The two souls were still entwined with each other, as if they had just started to listen to their heart. Their hearts were now beating at the same rhythm.
Outside, the darkness was slowly giving way to a new dawn that was about to take place. A gentle breeze was blowing scattering the small leaves on the road. A gentle stroke of wind flung opened the window.
The stroke of wind reached the two souls just as calmly like a soul was taken away from a body. The stroke of wind blew away the soft lentils of her hair, which were now covering her eyebrows and half of her big eyes. She squirmed a little with this wind stroke as his grip got a little loose.
He saw those eyes, which he was staring so keenly. He felt a little annoyed at this, as it was obstructing his view. "Obstructing the view? Of Dhabevaali?" His inner self seems to slap him every now and then. He took one of his hands from her backside, still holding her close to him. He tried pushing back those hairs at the place where they rightly belong. His fingers touched her soft skin at the temples which made her shudder. She closed her eyes for a moment.
He saw her, him having this effect on her. He smiled inwardly at this achievement. "Achievement? What? You won the world or something?!" He pushed her hair back behind her earlobe, lingering there, just a little more than it was required..
She opened her eyes at his action almost simultaneously and saw him staring at her again.
The wind stroke reached the table making that mug roll again, bringing it down to the floor with a *crash!* It broke into small pieces, making the two souls break out of their trance.
Both of them looked at the source of the noise almost at the same time and then at each other. Sanam got up almost instantly, stumbling to stand up, after a knee numbing experience she just had.
Aahil saw her and got up in a matter of seconds. Both of them were now standing face to face. A sense of awkwardness crept upon them as soon as the realisation struck. They were both looking here and there just to avoid each other's gaze, mistakenly meeting each other's eyes in between.
Aahil caught Sanam fidgeting with a corner of her dupatta.
"W-wh-what do you want?" She finally said, now meeting his eyes.
Aahil was confused a little, and annoyed. Annoyed? Why exactly, he himself didn't know that. He looked at her, now agitated.
"You!!" He sounded half exasperated, half yelling. What the hell?? Why would you even say that?! Dude, you've seriously lost it. Big time."
Sanam saw him, and was a little taken aback with his this declaration. She was surprised like hell, and it could be seen clearly on her face, when she finally spoke after an almost minute long stare at him.
"Allah Miyan!! Pai gaya panga! What?? Me?? Why? How?" She shot her train of questions all at the same time.
Aahil got himself together a little bit, after a short trip to "no-man's-land". He looked at her, a little, satisfied?? and got back to his usual Jallaad Jinn self.
He finally spoke "Of-ofcourse! Why you're so shocked? I called you up. Obviously, i would have want-n-needed you."
Huh? Correct yourself, idiot! Needed' her. Definitely, you needed her that time,for cleaning the stuff, right? Yes, that only. Nothing else. Chuck out all the other possibilities of what "want" and "need" might meant..
Ah. Yes, that. So he is back to his Jallaad Jinn self, just like nothing happened. Sure. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Why was she bothered, anyway? She glared at him, "That i know, obviously." She said, not ready to show him, she was affected. Affected? Why exactly?
"So, n-now i am asking, why do you want me?" Right. It went, as expected. Good cover there, girl! She mentally snapped at herself, for being so dumb and obvious at the same time. Why would he want her? She felt a little, nervous? Her stomach was doing merry-go-rounds, thinking of all the possibilities'. Allah miyan! Pai gaya panga!
He saw her now, confused. She was trying to make sense out of her words she just spoke. A light sense of awkwardness was still creeping up. He smirked, knowing, he DID affect her. Loser! She affected you more than you could ever imagine. Now, stop grinning like an idiot.
She saw him, grinning for no reason. It made him look weird, and cute in a very desirous way too, at the same time. Huh. Desire? For your Jallaad Jinn? Ughh. Bloody hormones, grow up!" She dismissed all these thoughts and feelings as soon as they came hovering on her mind.
They both were caught staring again at each other, for no valid reason. This time, Aahil broke the trance, by saying her name just too loudly "Miss Dhabevaali! Ughh." She was now brought back to reality, by this declaration. She glared at him once again, with those ever so inviting eyes "Jallaad Jinn! Ughh,
They turned around, facing backs with each other, showing pure irritation to each other. And there they were, back to square one.
Aahil crashed down upon the couch nearby, almost lying on it, as the bed was now messed up with all his shirts. Still without shirt, he pointed towards the table, to the dripping coffee and said, ordered actually. "Who you've thought would clean this shit? Me? Now clean this as soon as possible, and make some fresh coffee for me"
Aha. That's my boy! Smiling like you have just won a..
"Why are you smiling like that? Like you have just won a Nobel Prize or something? Huh." "His" Miss Dhabevaali cut through his thoughts, giving a sarcastic smile. She now, with a content smile, got down on the floor, to pick up those broken pieces of the mug. Irony?
He was at a loss of words now, with a momentary lapse of memory. He was almost stunned by what she has just said. "Holy mother of God! She can read my mind too? Witch. She certainly is a witch. Ughh." He was practically disgusted and amused at the same time, if that was even possible?
He not in his usual retort-self, saw her bending down at the floor. Surprisingly, he was taken aback, almost jumping at her move "What the hell are you doing?"
Sanam glanced upon him, while starting to pick up those pieces and smiled (?!?) "Cleaning the shit" there was a tone of nonchalance in her voice with a blatant smile.
He saw her, now confused, so damn confused, that he didn't even try to give his usual taunt. "yeah, yeah. That. Be quick." He slipped back to his couch, and started playing his video games.
Sanam was more than glad, shutting off Jallaad Jinn, with not more than a "Yeah." She declared to herself, you don't own me Jallaad Jinn, its the other way round i think . Smiling inwardly at her this achievement, she was again attacked by her inner self. You wanna "own" him? Since when? Huh. She desperately pushed away those thoughts, collected those pieces and started walking towards the door.
Aahil, though playing his "games", was not actually into them. His mind was wandering over the last events that just happened. These days, his mind remains pre-occupied with "her" thoughts mostly. Miss Dhabevaali. Ughh. His inner self kept taunting him at the effect this "cook" was having on him lately. This was getting too messed up now. He needed to do something about it. This isn't the way ARI lives, after all.
Sanam was trying to open the door which was locked, but in vain. She looked towards him, sitting at the couch, in his own world.
What is his problem? He better put his shirt on, instead of showing off that sexy torso...Allah Miyan! Pai gaya panga! How the hell did i even say that?! Jallaad jinn! Ughh.
She was struggling with her thoughts about him, making weird faces, scrunching her eyebrows, oblivious to a pair of eyes that were watching her, now confused. Aahil was staring at her. She came back to the reality and saw him staring at her. She quickly brushed up her dupatta. Trying to make an impression eh?
Aahil saw her getting uncomfortable, and took away his gaze. Sounding oblivious to what was happening, he said, "What are you doing?" Indeed. What WAS she doing actually? "Get this stuff done quickly. I don't have whole day, especially with you in this room" He snapped at her.
Sanam was now irritated, the door was not opening. She tried and tried, but no use. In this trial, she even got her fingers hurt. The broken pieces in her hand got crushed more while trying to open the door and got jammed into her fingers. She winced a little, but ignored it, as getting out of this room was more important right now. "Allah Miyan! What the hell is the problem with this?!" she caught hold of the remote, and pressed almost all the buttons in the frustration, the damn remote was not working, it had died!
Aahil now saw, what was happening actually. He got up and came towards her. He took the remote from her and tried to operate it but no use, "Ughh. Miss Dhabevaali! Do you even know the ABC of these things? Why you even oper.." He stopped in midway, as he saw the remote with some blood stains. He was shocked to death.
Sanam's fingers were bleeding now, she had tears in her eyes, desperately trying to control.
Aahil threw back the remote on the bed as he saw her with tears. Why does she affect me so much? Ughh. He pulled her towards him, holding her hand. She winced aloud at this. He saw her in pain, and let loose his grip a little. He saw the wound and blood and looked at her, now a little concerned. "h-ho-how the hell did it happen? What were you doi.. " Sanam pulled back her hand immediately, not ready to accept help from him.
"Leave it to me. I can take care of it and myself very well" She snapped at him, and picked a corner of her dupatta. She started wrapping it on the wound to stop the blood flow. Aahil saw her, he was not going to give up so easily, that too in front of Miss Dhabevaali.
He pulled back her hand, forcefully. She came towards him like a leaf when its plucked from a tree. He looked into her eyes, this time trying desperately not to get lost in them. She stared at him, starting to let her loose. The pain in her hand was giving way to the intensity that his eyes behold. She was lost in them once again.
Aahil brought her hand to his lips, all the while, never taking his eyes off of her, because he just can't. He put her finger in his mouth, right at the point where the wound was. He started sucking at her wound, to make the blood flow stop.
Sanam gasped at this move of him, never expected this in her wilder than the wildest dreams. Dreams. Wild dreams. She stared at him, like he has just blown a magic spell on her with his some sort of wand. She wasn't able to take her eyes off him. She felt her eyes began to close, as the pain was now going away, slowly, so slowly. She felt herself smiling between the tears, with the pleasure she was having. Her mind got off to another level altogether, trying to know how it feels to have herself in the mouth of this Jallaad Jinn...
She shot back her eyes open at this insane thought she had just now, back to the reality. She saw him staring at her with desire. She had never seen him this intense, and it scared her. It shuddered her, gave the chills down her spine, brought goosebumps. Yet she didn't make any attempt to pull her hand back...
Aahil was gaping at her keenly, almost forgot what he was doing. Sucking. He saw her face getting flushed, while his this action. He saw her getting pleasured. He saw her closing her eyes in pure contentment and satisfaction. And it made him insane, drove him crazy. His heart was beating so fast, that he was able to hear those beats in his ears. Wonder if she could also hear them? He has forgotten how he felt, while having her-her finger in his mouth, tasting her delicate and soft skin on his taste buds...
They were staring at each other, both at the same positions. unable to move even an inch, surrounded by an aura of their own intensity. Surrounded by the heat they evoke from their eyes. Surrounded by a strange feeling, slowly being crept upon to both of them, of which they are still unaware. Or are they?
And here we are! Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i while writing it.
Because i REALLY enjoyed writing this one. You might have known now, why! 🤣
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