Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Fireworks : Part 01

Summary - It's the 15th of August. And Shreya plans on spending some time with her loved ones... her files. Sure as hell, Senior Inspector Daya can't have that. Daya. Shreya. Summer. A lake. EXPLICIT (be warned!), unbelievably long, I just couldn't stop writing... rated M, absolutely, of course. If you still want to read it: Enter at your own risk!

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"Sorry, guys- you know our job isn't done with catching the culprit. There's a whole lot of work to do afterwards, and the law doesn't know weekends and holidays. We signed up for this, so we have to suck it up now."

Abhijeet shrugged apologetically, but the grumbling murmurs from the rest of the team were unmistakable. Tired, irritated faces after a long day of digging in the city's dirt again.

Daya watched his partner, best friend and favourite wet dream from the safe position of his Office, thoroughly perusing all the details- she looked tense and stressed out, had lost some weight recently (and she'd never had any pounds to spare to begin with) and never got enough sleep, insomnia plainly visible in her restless, tired eyes. She was ready for an extended Independence Day time-out herself, so she shouldn't play this now and keep everyone in the office during the fifteenth of August. As soon as Abhijeet turned his back on them, Shreya looked at Purvi and rolled her eyes dramatically, which at least earned him a little smile. The first one he'd had today.

He jumped up gracefully and followed the stern junior on the spot, gently closing the door of her office behind him when they were both inside.

Shreya groaned.

"What do you want, Daya Sir? I have a ton of work to do."

He snorted and flopped down on her couch.

"Sure. Tons of exciting, useless paperwork, hurrah to our hero. Tomorrow is the Fifteenth of August, Shreya, can't you just relax for a change?"

She glared at him. He couldn't believe how damn sexy she looked… wavy hair, moist lips, eyes huge and shiny. And this was a woman who wanted to spend the greatest time of the year inside a dusty office?

"Shreya," he said calmly, "Independence Day is not a holiday you spend with some boring files. You spend them with your loved ones."

"Well, nobody wants to spend them with me."

He noticed that she immediately regretted her words and gasped to take them back, she hated to reveal too much of her tender soul, even to him. But the pain behind her words was plainly visible and couldn't be undone. He felt himself soften to mush, which was a familiar sensation by now. It was how he felt when he was close to her, more and more often.

She pouted in her own, adorable way, and he felt everything him tingle with the strange mixture of lust and protectiveness she evoked in him. He was utterly vulnerable when it came to his pretty little princess, and he was slowly starting to accept the fact.

Shreya alone and sad? He couldn't have that.

He made his voice as soft and gentle as possible.

"Your parents' are not available?"

She nodded slowly, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and keep her in his arms for hours. He swallowed drily, rubbing his hands over his own legs to diffuse the tension inside him. He noticed that he was doing it and would have stopped immediately, but with Shreya, there was no need any longer. He had started to let her in a while ago, and the trust felt good. Okay, it felt amazing, like a drug. It seemed like a lifetime since he'd been so close to someone, and these days, she was his only source of happiness. He had snapped up the sensation like a starving animal, the warm, prickly feeling inside his stomach, butterflies chasing each other whenever she talked or gave him that cute smile of hers.