Saints and Sinners_A SanDhir Story of Love ♡ #Wattys2015

"Saints and Sinners"_Part 9 ☆

He smiled with eyes, burning red.

And with that the world dropped dead. ♥

Pulling him off for a dance, she felt her heart thumping at an abnormal speed.

The very effect of him standing in such closer proximity, induced shudders in her system.

Sanyukta was stunned at the unhindered effect he proudly observed on her.

Baffled at the turn of events, Randhir moved up to the dance floor to shake a leg with the lady, he had been admiring for long now.

And with his everlasting smile, and their

euphonious duet, they grabbed oodles of eyeballs from near and far.

Unwilling enough to touch her waist, he fumbled a little, before she pulled one of his palms and placed it upon her petite waist, and entwined the fingers of his other palm with his.

This ballroom stance, with such tremendous symphony, was a distant dream for numerous love-struck couples.

Resting her palm on his chiseled shoulder, she could feel her senses going numb, once again, the chilly winter not being the exact cause.

While his eyes had the intensity to numb senses with its coldness, it possessed the urge to burn her audacity as well.

For a moment, Sanyukta fumbled, re-gorging over her decision, as such, realising later that achieving the physical intimacy would finally cut off her involvement with him.

Little did she know that this guy was going to be her Flavour of a Lifetime.   ;)

"Sanyukta."

Her ears chirruped in pleasure as his dulcet voice chimed her name.

She had never felt this exuberant hearing her own name, coming from a mouth, but the intensity of Randhir's voice and the twinge that lined his larynx, wrenched her

soul.

Sanyukta felt completely dominated by an

unknown male, and all that she could rely on, was anything but hope.

Her eyes jolted up and got latched with his

again, rendering a calm, yet saturating

tranquility, and the cacophony of the rest of the party went unheard by them.

Sanyukta was so very much engrossed that she couldn't even foresee the Delhi deal cribbing out of her hands.

"Sanyukta...."

A client's voice interrupted their bantering of emotions and bartering of senses, and ironically it was indeed Randhir and not the puntilious Sanyukta, who broke the eyelock.

She was in for a huge troubled, indeed.  ;)

Breaking apart from their proximity, Randhir moved up till the bar counter, bickering with his feelings all of a sudden.

"Don't buddy. Just don't.", Parth's zealous tone grabbed his attention.

"What?", he huffed, gulping down another shot.

"Don't let her ruin you like this.", Parth

repeated, with concern.

"What are you talking about?", Randhir bit his lip, unsure of the turn this conversation was taking.

"She is not the right woman. Buddy, I'll get you a better girl.", Parth cribbed, vehemently.

"Who? One of your late night cravings?", Randhir laughed grumpily, quite certain of Parth's flinging nature.

"What makes you mock, brother? That girl you're losing at, is no less.", Parth smirked and from a peripheral view, he noticed Randhir breaking a bit more.

"I don't care.", Randhir gave out a snooty laugh.

"Oh yes, buddy you do. And that's why you were eyeing her when she was flirting with that Rathore. She is not your type, Randhir. She'll break you apart.", Parth nudged his friend, quite conscious of the impending peril.

"And what if she's already broken.", Randhir smiled, stating the obvious.

Parth shrugged, trying to figure out what might kill his best friend earlier - the poisonous alcohol or the treacherous Agarwal.

"She just understands the language of intimacy, Dude.", Parth tried a last hand at saving his friend, from the clutches of that female.

But.what good would a few words do when he was vehemently trapped?   ;)

"If that's what she understands, then that is how I will make her live.", Randhir beamed, while Parth walked away sighing wistfully.

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Swaying in the armchair, she blew above a puff of smoke.

Cradled in the world ofvengeance,

euphory was far away from her system.

Dipping the ashes in the ashtray, she called her secretary, Caroline.

"Call him here.", she commanded in her cranky tone.

"But..Maam...", Caroline shuddered at

her Maam's appearance and rushed off to call him.

She flared her nostrils and smirked, loving the kind of negative affect she had on everyone.

And she was a woman of business.

The stud gentleman walked in, appareled in a classy tuxedo-denims, and holding a shimmering Gucci piece on his nose.

The kind of pulchritudinous looks that

hepossessed would anyday give a Page 3 model, a run for his money.

His burgeoning aura could pleasantly harm the chastity of any woman.

"What do you want from me?", she enquired, not even lifting her eyes to gape at him.

"Sex.",he chipped back, hale and hearty.

With widened orbs, she lifted her brows to gape at the man with shimmer down his spine.

She smirked.

She loved business-minded people.

And here this man served her desires as well.

"Not a penny less, and not a penny
more.",

shuddered the invisible at this encounter,

while the environs shivered in anticipation.

"Game on.", she adjusted her tresses,

and smirked, while he gawked at her.

Was he right when he said that all he ever wanted was physical intimacy?

Was she right when she said that she played business with sturdy emotions?

I guess,you would know that soon. ;)

Until Next Time. :*
Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆