She paced in her bedroom, frustrated and confused. No, not because that Major was not here, instead because of why Mr. Aahil wasn't in his room. Her "husband" was her least concern since she has arrived here, at this place. Mostly, since she has met that "stranger" who doesn't seem so strange to her. It was least bothering for her that she doesn't even know where her "husband" is, but she sure wants to know where this stranger has gone to. She seems to be more interested and curious about HIM since she has met him here.
Most mind- boggling question to her these days was "Why she feels so much connected to this stranger Mr. Aahil."
"Aahil. Hmm, that sounds much better." She chuckled unknowingly as she frowned just as soon as she realised. What? What did her just...?
Ever since she has been to that airport and till now here at Dharamshala; she has been more curious than she ever was. After meeting Mr. Aahil, she has been having sleepless nights, more confused, and frustrated. This frustration seems to be messing up her more than she could think of. Maybe it's just because he is...well, handsome? Hot? Sexy? Oh, who she is kidding? Maybe? Hell he IS! She has figured out too sometimes, what this "frustration" means too, and this certainly doesn't have to do anything with HIS appearance, it's just her own, dare she say, fatal attraction.
She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh as she imagined some really...really far-fetched imaginations. She shook her head at how similar these things are to the ones she see in her dreams. It's just that, she got a face and a name to that...Man. She remembers getting all wet and sweaty as soon as she wakes up from her dreams. Those dreams have come back haunting her again since she has met this man.
Especially, with HIS room just beside hers...in this hotel, at this time of night. "I could just go to his room instead..." She thought as she almost gasped at her thoughts.
However, the idea seemed quite good to her. There was no one who would keep a watch on her here. Her "husband" has gone out for some mission he always talks about. The only one she is concerned about Aahil. She hasn't seen him since this morning. "I wonder where he is at this hour of night..."
The most confusing thing for her was, she doesn't even feel anything "wrong" about having such thoughts about him. Oh well, only when she doesn't think, and she seems to lose all her brain powers whenever she thinks about her Mr. Aahil. "My Aahil?! Allah Miyan!" Still, she couldn't help but smile at this thought. Unknowingly, she just called him as hers...
This man has surely taken over her senses. She hasn't felt so attracted, so mesmerised, so entranced ever before, but why does she think she has been entranced before too - by the same man. There has to be some meaning behind this, or is it just...attraction? Or is this what they say about being in love? She felt a little sad suddenly, maybe because she is "married" to someone. She suddenly pushed al the thoughts conjuring up in her mind and blasted herself for thinking like this about Mr. Aahil who is also married! God, this is so complicated! But this silly heart doesn't know any complications.
Sometimes she also thinks he doesn't look happy. He seems to be so lost and forlorn. But since he has met her, he seems to have been in somewhat, rage. He seems to be have more aggressive, angry. His eyes always tell a story, which she so much can relate to herself. Those bloodshot eyes are always trying to tell something, so vulnerable and so painful. She can almost see through his heart, from those dark pools. "I wonder what his story is..." She thought to herself.
***
"I can't just sit here and wonder!" She said frustrated. She shook her head "But what would I tell him that why I was in his room at THIS time? It would be so embarrassing!" But she hasn't seen him since this morning. Maybe he has gone somewhere. She can always make up an excuse anyway! She would NEVER admit it in front of him, that she was actually stalking him! Hell no! What would he think about her?
Is it wrong if you feel attracted towards someone who is not your husband? Is it wrong if you want to know more about that stranger that has taken over your heart rather than yourself? Is it wrong to find a little happiness for you, if what makes you happy makes you forget yourself? She thought to herself as she took a deep breath. She got up from her bed and went out of her room.
***
Her Mr. Aahil wasn't out; he was in the washroom taking his "midnight shower." He needs those showers more these days, for multiple reasons. One, he can't stand any other man with her, and whenever he sees him, it drives him crazy, and he feels like beating someone, maybe that guy too. Two, he needs to control his raging need after seeing her after so long. He controls himself from telling her who she is, and make her his again; well only he knows how "HARD" it is. Three, it PAINS him to see her with someone else who is not him. So the showers, cold showers, more precisely.
He closed his eyes under the shower as he let out a frustrated grunt. The cold water - yeah, cold water, that too in the chilling weather; falling on his bare torso, feels like the best feeling ever. Even in this chilling weather, he only feels the heat these days. He had heard the door open and closed, but thought it must be room service. "Why would she come in his room anyway?" He thought and pushed all the thoughts about what he would do, if she was in his room. It was for his good only. If only he had known...
***
Her mind kept scolding her, but she shut it up and went with her heart; and there she was - in front of his room. She delicately tried to push open the door, to her luck, it was open. She was confused, if he wasn't in his room, why is it open? She thought of stepping back as it might mean more trouble; instead she pushed open the door more. She glanced all around the room, confirming his absence. Finding no one around, she heaved a sigh and entered the dangerous territory.
Her heart was pounding in her chest; her legs were becoming weak, unable to walk properly. She pushed the door back and closed it, for her own good.
As she took some steps ahead, the same musky scent invaded her senses. She sighed as she took in that manly scent of his. She closed her eyes at how this scent of his drives her crazy. She thought she has never felt or smelt sexier scent ever.
***
He pushed back his wet hair in front of the mirror as he wore a towel around his waist. He went ahead to the door of the washroom as he clicked it open.
She was so lost in taking in his scent that she didn't even realise, she actually had an audience.
***
She saw his white shirt lying on the bed, lazily. Her mind went wayward, as she imagined how he must have taken that shirt off him. Her breath hitched as her thoughts started to get even dirtier. She approached ahead as she reached out delicately to the shirt lying there. Her hands were trembling as her fingers went cold. As the material of the shirt made contact with her fingertips, she felt scandalised. She picked it up in her hands with her own laboured breathing. She turned towards the mirror as she started to try that shirt on her.
As she wore that shirt on her, she instantly felt as if it wasn't his shirt; instead they were his arms around her. She gazed up at the mirror in front of her as her lips broke into a smile, a little shy. She didn't even know when her cheeks turned crimson red as she took a deep breath to calm her racing heartbeats. She shook her head. Damn it, Jannat! Control yourself. It's just his shirt! She thought to herself. "But it's HIS!" She muttered distractedly, as if debating within herself. She closed the shirt over her as she enjoyed the feel of it.
Her eyes fell upon his cologne on the table under the mirror. One Man Show, it read. She smirked at her own meaning behind it as she reached out her hands to pick it up. She picked it up and brought it to her face to smell it. It smelt the same. The same citrus manly scent, he wears. God, this smells so good! She thought as she closed her eyes delicately, taking in the sensual smell of his cologne. She thought she would pass out if she didn't keep it back. So she reluctantly kept it back at its place, after trying some of it somewhere below her neck and above her collarbone.
***
What he saw in front of him stunned him. It would be an understatement, if we say, he was floored. He couldn't think anything, and thought he is just imagining things. Imagining...her. There she was - standing in front of the mirror, with his white shirt on! Holy hell! Is it for real? Was she really here, in his room, at night? She is actually trying his shirt on!
His lips broke into a slow, lazy lopsided smile as he crossed his arms against his chest and leaned on to the door. He almost smirked at the step she took. Miss Dhabevaali was sure back. He thought. He kept gazing at her as she kept enjoying the feel of it. ARI, you stlll have it in you, don't you? He smirked at himself as he thought he has actually scored over a "married girl." This wasn't that bad either. He looked up at her once again and thought to break her out of her reverie, but he stopped.
Instead, he took the steps needed to be with her, where she was standing.
***
Her eyes were closed as she heard some footsteps behind her. She froze as her heartbeats started beating wildly, or did they just stop? She couldn't even register what was happening, but she was sure it was HIM. Her eyes flung open. Dammit! No! I mean, Yes! I mean, no! Ugh! Before she could even turn back, he came just behind her and leaned over her. "Are you done yet?" He whispered huskily in her ear, as he smirked.
Her heart just stopped beating as she felt goosebumps on the back of her neck. Her breath hitched at his raspy voice as she kept staring at the sexy man behind her. She saw him from the mirror, dripping wet - well not actually, the drops were dried now. He was just in a towel, with his hair slicked back and two-day old stubble. The bottle of his cologne was about to fall from her hands as she lost the control over her senses. But Aahil was just in time to catch his favourite cologne. "Easy there, Jannat!" He smiled at her.
Aapke pyaar mein, hum sanwarne lage...
Dekh ke aapko, hum nikharne lage..
He kept the cologne back on to its place as he watched her still staring at him, from the mirror. She looked so adorable and delectable, he could just eat her right now. He tried to suppress his smile as he smirked at her. He went up and turned towards her.
"Can I have my shirt back, Jannat?" He spoke huskily, looking straight into her eyes.
"Would you mind taking it off yourself, Mr. Aahil?" Oh my god. What? How? How did she even...?
He stared at her, at quite a loss of words. This girl would be the death of her. No matter what she calls herself, she will always be the "Miss Dhabevaali" she was. He smirked.
"Allow me, Jannat" He whispered. He reached out to the shirt as he held the lapels of shirt in his hands and tried at the buttons.
Is kadar aapse humko mohabbat hui...
Is kadar aapse humko mohabbat hui..
It was then, when she lost all the control at her senses, not that she had her control, earlier. She finally took a good look at him. This gorgeous, sexy hunk, on whom she has a crush - well crush would be an understatement; was standing close to her - all wet and sexy. So close, that his breath was almost fanning her heated face. She could smell the same citrus musk of his. She closed her eyes "Allah Miyan!" She thought she said under her breath, but instead she said it a little louder. She stood frozen again.
"Did you just say something?" He asked huskily, close to her face.
"No! No! You carry on!" Oh god. What? What did she just say...?!
He smirked again. He had to admit, he was kinda enjoying all this. Seeing her all flustered in front of him, at loss of words, and looking absolutely adorable, trying to show she has all the control over her senses. He turned his gaze back to what he was doing - unbuttoning the shirt on her. Well, this certainly didn't sound the way it should have been, but who was he to complain?
As his hands started unbuttoning the shirt, he purposely took it slow, enjoying the look on her face as he kept looking into her eyes. She was having hard time standing on her legs, her breathing was ragged, and he could see her heaving chest with every breath she took. Oh boy! This was hard, so hard.
Aap jo is tarah se, tadpayenge...
Aise aalam mein, pagal, ho jayenge...
She saw how his eyes turned a different shade of dark, and her breath hitched. She couldn't stand properly as she stumbled back a little. She instinctively reached out her hands and tried to hold his waist, to balance her. It was too late to realise, what she has done. She clutched at his waist just a little tighter to stop herself from falling, as she gasped looking back into his eyes.
His hands almost stopped unbuttoning, as he felt her hands on his bare waist, as he stared into her eyes. "I-I..I am..." She literally didn't know what to say, she thought death would be better than this torture. She tried to calm her breathing, but it was all in vain. If that was not enough his hands just brushed along the area just above her bust. She felt she just stopped breathing as her hands clutched at him just a little tighter, and she closed her eyes.
Woh mil gaya, jiski humein, tabse talaash thi...
Bechain si, in saanson mein, janmon ki pyaas thi...
He kept staring at her; it was so hard for him to control himself from claiming her lips at that moment. She was so close, all heated up, smelling like heaven, looking so delicious. They didn't realise, all the stumbling back and balancing back brought them to the door of the wardrobe; and they were now leaning against it - him in front of her and she was almost trapped.
He involuntarily leaned a little more on to her, as a drop from his wet hair fell on her dry lips. She gasped at the sensation as her lips parted slightly, as if to quench her thirst.
Jism se rooh mein, hum utarne lage...
Jism se rooh mein, hum utarne lage..
Is kadar aapse humko mohabbat hui...
Is kadar aapse humko mohabbat hui...
It was more than he could take. His own breath started getting heavier as he saw the way she was looking at him. it took all his effort, as his hands clutched at the lapels of her shirt from her stomach. He saw how her tongue darted out and licked her lips, as she opened her eyes - all dazed and desirous. She started back at him with the same passion and intensity, with a new gleam in her eyes. it was almost like a new found control. Like her heart just won her over. It was almost like an invitation.
Roop ki aanch se, tan pighal jayega...
Aag lag jayegi, man machal jayega...
He almost smiled at how her lips curved into a mischievous hint of a smile. His hands traced along her belly and slithered towards her waist as he grabbed her with his arm coming around her. She was pushed towards him in a swift motion, so delicately, like a leaf being plucked. She gasped a little as her hands went upwards from his waist towards his chest, feeling every bit of his smoothness under her fingers. The raw silk, half-dry and half-wet. Her hands found their way around his neck as she wound them along it.
It took just a fraction of a second for him to capture her lips in a searing kiss, full of passion and sheer desire. As soon as they both felt each other's lips, every rational thought left their minds, as they gave in to their need and want for each other. It took no time for the kiss to turn raw, as the room filled with their gasps and occasional moans and grunts.
Ye lab zara, takraye jo, dilbar ke honth se...
Chingariyan, udne lagi, shabnam ki chot se...
Her hands were entangled in his wet hair as she fisted at his neck and pulled him even closer to her. His hands grabbed her at waist, as he traced them along her hips to her back. She gasped into his mouth as they continued to taste each other with a barely suppressed passion. It was only when they ran out of their breaths they pulled apart, breathless and dazed. He moved his lips along her jaw, towards the crook of her neck as he placed heated kisses along the nape. Her hands dragged along his hair to his back, when she felt his hands at her belly going up, cupping her breasts. She moaned his name in pure desire as her eyes rolled back.
Hum sanam, hadd se aage guzarne lage...
Hum sanam hadd se aage guzarne lage...
She felt his hardness against her belly as she gasped. This needs to stop, or else it might go too far. His phone rang suddenly, out of nowhere as he cursed under his breath in pure frustration. She pushed him off herself reluctantly as he came in front of her. They stared at each other as they passed a silent agreement.
"I-I...I think I should get...'
"I...I think I should go..."
They both said in unison as they looked at each other. A nervous laugh escaped as they glanced around. They both saw that her shirt was already off. Without wasting any time, she dashed out of his room, closing the door smashingly. He sighed aloud as he saw the phone has stopped ringing.
He ran a hand through his hair while looking at the mirror. He smirked as he saw some nail marks along his neck and shook his head. He grabbed that shirt and wore it. "This just has to be my favourite shirt. Thanks Jannat." He smirked.
She blasted into her room as she closed the door behind her. She slid along the door as she tried to register what just happened, calming her racing heartbeats. "Allah Miyan! Pai gaya panga!" She closed her eyes as she leaned back to the door, smiling to herself, reliving those moments again.
It was certainly not going to be the same for both of them from now on, for sure. It was now their little secret...
The End!
PS: Please don't laugh at the title! I really didn't know what title to give! 😆 Ignore the mistakes, as I haven't proof read, was too excited to post.😛
PPS: Lyrics taken from the song "Aapke Pyaar Mein" from the Hindi movie Raaz. Here is the English translation for it: http://www.hindilyrics.net/translation-Raaz/Aapke-Pyar-Mein.html
Hope you guys enjoyed this little "encounter" 😉 Thanks for reading! :)
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