OH S-H-I-T !! - THE PUNCHLINE
Kabir has been driving since 15 minutes, eyes never leaving the road. He hasn't spoken a word since they get into the car.
But he was distrait, finding it difficult to concentrate on road ā reason ā her - beside him - a persistent questioning glare.
kabir hasn't spared her a look since he dragged her and almost shoved her into the car.
He was ashamed of his action. That was very inappropriate - he felt as if he had abused her.
His rough and strong hands would feel abrasive against her smooth, soft and silky skin.
He made a mental note to apologize later. 53rd entry to the list.
But only after he will get out this muddle.
FLASHBACK :
āKa-beeerrā¦ā¦ā¦what are yo-ā
Kabir grabbed her wrist and walked up to amma. He bowed down and touched her feet.
He apologized in slow manner ā
ā Amma ! I am sorry for barging in ā AGAIN !ā
Suhasini and kabir exchanged a mutual smile. While Pooja looked surprised exposed to their equation.
āWe are leaving. Sorry if my wife has disturbed your sleep.ā
With a final sweet smile. He turned on his heels and stride towards his car outside,literally dragging a screaming Pooja behind him.
He remembered her truculent and tenacious voice in the background. She relentlessly kept wrestling his grip.
ā What theā¦.
Kabeeeerrrā¦..
Are you deaf ! I was talking to herā¦ā¦ā¦.
What is wrong with you kabeeerrrrā¦ā¦ā¦.
Aaaaaooou----chā¦ā¦ā¦.leave me kabeerā¦.
Fine ! at least slow down a littleā¦ā¦
Kabeer I am wearing heelsā¦ā¦
If I tripā¦..
I am taking you with meā¦ā¦.
Kabeeeerrrrā¦ā¦.kabir..kabirā¦.kabir-kabir-kabirā¦ā¦..god! this manā¦
Kabir you leave my hand now orā¦ā¦ā
Kabir opened the car gate and turned to her. She came crashing into him with full force.
The moment her body came in contact with him, his breath hitched. His senses started swinging. Her smell make him inebriated.
He thanked the INTERTIA for existing. But that's not all.
He had to take the support of the car to refrain from falling onto ground.
He immediately regret his decision.
It would have been better if his head had hit the ground. He would rather be dead thanthis spot.
Poojaās body pressed hard against his own. He could feel every part of her.
Her legs.
Her thighs.
Her hands.
Her stomach.
Her breasts.
Her nose.
Her hair.
HER LIPS.
Her Wet lips rubbing against his sensitive skin.
But he needs to control himself.
His hands were pleading to touch her, hold her back. But he refused to give permission.
ā OH SHIT !CONTROL KABIR MITTAL CONTROL ! YOU ARE RAISED BETTER THAN THIS. YOU CANāT LET YOURSELF SPECKLE YOUR UPBRINGING !ā
He sternly believed that in comparison to controlling himself - Death would be more easy.
Her most innocent touch en kindles his hormones, induces irresistible urge.
But now āthe misery is on another level.
All of her was touching all of his.
He felt himself going hard against her. āoh god ! can she feel me ?! Noooooo !ā
Kabir was having revolting thoughts
His face turned pink. He felt ashamed of his yearnings.
He owe a huge one to those ā who invented clothing ā otherwise it would have been impossible to hide his appetite from her.
Incognizant of kabirās plight. Pooja had her own struggles.
Pooja hid her face into the crook of his neck and hold onto his shirt dreading the fall.
Two buttons of his shirt came off and her nails dig into chest.
He didn't feel it.
BUT..........
He felt her lips touching ā nibbling - his Adamās apple.
A current went through his whole body. He went stock-still - unable to move.
Unable to breathe.
He remained in that position ā arched body and Pooja over him.
After a moment, Pooja hold herself and took carās support trying to stand on her heels properly. She looked at kabir.
He was staring at her stunned. He wasnāt blinking but he was not seeing her either.
His eyes were on her but he was in a different world.
Pooja was ignorant of her effects. She shook him by shoulder ā
ā kabir ! are you alright !ā
No reaction!
āsorry you were dragging me so I couldnāt hold myself.ā
Poojaās hand crawled to kabirās waist and snaked behind him, searching.
She looked at him ā
āDoes it hurt ! look Iām so sor-ā
āOH SHIT !ā
Pooja froze.
She experienced her blood boiling. She felt this unstoppable urge to punch him in the nose.
But it was inane to puch somebody just because they keep repeating their ā O H S H I T ā .
If she disapprove of something - it's her problem. She is no one to decide what others should say.
It was unreasonable so Pooja didn't punch. she did what she did the best.
Pretending. Feigning ignorance to the little accident as if it never happened. She tried to compose herself.
Meanwhile ,kabir was also unenlightened of the facts regarding poojaās mental processing -
He maneuvered himself away from her without touching her.
He faced away from her. He pulled his hair in frustration and shook his head. He decided to stop thinking and completing the task in hand.
Keep yourself busy and nothing goes wrong. He turned to her again. Hurriedly he informed her :
ā sorry about that ! Iāll be careful next time ! ā¦.. Now ! get inā -
Pooja was about to retort when kabir hold her shoulder firmly with one hand and with another he grabbed her waist and shoved her inside the car forcefully.
Then He slammed the door.
And without wasting any moment, he get inside and pulled off the car.
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PRECAP : radio fight and songs : kundi mat khatkao raja .......!!! šš³š
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hello everyone !
now this one is for everyone who keep their patience and bear with me.
i had this idea but i cannot directly come to such a scene.
let's just admit we all want to see only jabir scenes.
so here's a little piece to try something sizzling - exploring their chemistry.
NOW NOW NOW - i leave it to you guys to tell me how do you like it.
what are your thoughts and would you like to read one more sequence like this.
let me know.
do comment even if you don't like it.
i'll waiting !
with love ! ā¤ļøš¤
Edited by Tanu221 - 4 years ago
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