Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Secrets : Part 02

Summary - Vedant Nanda shows up again, and Daya tries to get Shreya to date him once more- just so he won't have to face his own feelings for her. But there are games you can only play so long, and this time, Daya could be in over his head...

Warning - THIS PART IS DEFINITELY SUPER MATURE!  SO IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH IN THAT REGARD- BETTER NOT! Let me warn some more: outrageous MATURE CONTENT ahead! Okay- enough? Let's start 2ND PART, then!

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"Will you have dinner with me after we're done here?"

She looked at him, and as usual he could read her like a book, her feelings wild and hot, alive in her eyes. The sadness seemed to weigh her down.

"No."

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So, it was time to get a grip on this. She had cried for hours, and this numbing sadness had to be done with now. She was no little girl any longer, she had professional responsibilities, and at the moment there wasn't much more to her life. A pile of responsibilities.

So could she do the one reliable thing she had left right, please?

Her nose was clotted. Her hair no doubt a mess, her face sticky from her tears. She deserved everything about this, though. She had never really fallen in love before, but it was just as awful as she had imagined it all her life.

She truly wanted Vedant’s ability to just stop unwanted feelings. Unfortunately, she was as far from acquiring this special skill as she was from walking on Mars.

Her throat was dry, parched even, she needed a drink of water. Just as she walked to the kitchen counter, her whole posture that of the suffering creature she was today, there was a knock on the door.

She looked down, taking in her attire. She wore exactly two items: panties and Daya’s shirt, which thankfully covered her to mid-thighs. Okay, she had stolen it, but whoever was in front of her door (most likely her obnoxious neighbour out of sugar for the fourth time this week) wouldn't know that. The light in the freaking living room was on. So he would know she was home.

With a sigh full of loathing for her existence she strolled to the door and attempted a half-hearted smile… which froze on her lips when she opened up and saw who waited outside.

Daya carried a bag that was obviously filled with several cartons of Chinese take-out.

He smiled sheepishly, before the gesture turned into a little frown.

"Is that my shirt you're wearing?"
She glared at him.

"Of course not. It's my brother's, he looks adorable in baby-blue stripes."

Daya chuckled, and she had to bite her lower lip not to join him. She would rather die.

Damn, he looked good. And every time she saw him she couldn't help noticing. She would go crazy. Even her job was toast if she went on like this.

"Can I come in?" He asked softly.

She shook her head. Vigorously.

"No."

"I have the most delicious Chinese take-out, and I happen to know exactly what you like best."

She stared at him with the mixture of awe and irritation only he could evoke. Like a master.

"What are you doing, Daya? Damn… for god's sake, come in. I will never understand you, never."

It was silent while he put the bag on the counter and she closed the door. After that was done, they quietly stared at each other. Her leaning against the door. Him against the counter.