SaHil OS : That Kiss...

That kiss...

That kiss stayed in her mind for far longer that it should've.

Why did it?

Why did she let him kiss her?

There they were, drunk from all the tribal merriment and dancing, feeling so buoyant with happiness, when she saw the look in his eyes.

Hunger. Desire. Need.

She felt hypnotized by the spell he held her in, just staring helplessly when he came close, grasped her hand and angled for a kiss.

That kiss...

The meeting of lips in an expression of love. Caring, fondness, adoration.

But his tasted of desire and passion.

It wasn't awkward, or chaste. He knew exactly how to kiss her. Exactly how long before she would become breathless for air. He knew which way she'd angle her head and not bump into her nose.

But she didn't spend time wondering about it.

She'd royally freaked. She suddenly thought of Shaad , HER HUSBAND...!!!

Dear God... What had taken hold of her? When did she become so wanton? Kissing a handsome stranger out of the blue...!!

Then came the whopper.

"Sanam..." he'd mumbled hoarsely, reaching out for her hand.

"I'M NOT SANAM!! I'M JANNAT!! Shaad's wife !!!"

She had hastily changed and made for the road, uncaring whether he was following. But in the corner of her eye, she could see and hear him behind her, bounding to catch up.

He grabbed her hand. She flung it away in rage, and revelled at the hurt in his eyes.

Take that for flirting with a married woman! She thought... Just because he was so devilishly handsome, it didn't mean he could have any woman he'd like !! Well NOT this one...she convinced herself.

She reached the small road and walked alongside , meaning to flag down passers-by. She waved at a small hatchback, which slowed down. Unfortunately, two men came out, their expressions leering.

"so what's a pretty girl like you doing out here all by herself huh??"

"None, of your business, really. Why don't you just go on your way then..." She evaded.

"What ? And leave a pretty girl like you all alone here? NEVER...! Come on pretty girl, come join us... We'll take you someplace fun...!" The two lechers invited. Sanam felt her hackles rise as the men tightened their hold on her hand.

The smiles on their faces had started to harden when a muscular hand grabbed a hold of theirs.

"Let her go... She's not alone here..."

"Not alone? I think you're intruding here mister. Pretty lady here asked for a ride from us... You best move along yourself!"

When Aahil didn't budge, the other man dragged at her hand hard and she found herself flush against the stranger who proceeded to grab her butt.

All of a sudden, Aahil flew into a rage and pummelled the two men into the ground.

"SHE'S MY WIFE, DAMMIT !! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER !!"

Sanam felt her head spin...

Goodness... do men just simply claim other women as their wives at a whim??