BREATHLESS #2✔

BREATHTAKING TO BREATHLESS

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08 May 2022

Tejasswi straightened her dress as she and Karan stepped out of the party. She looked back as a bunch of new people girdled around them. She couldn't feel happier for Karan.

His wide blown smile tugging his beautiful lips, eyes twinkling in glee, humor at the tip of his tongue and his chest rumbling in laughter. He pushed aside his hair messily. The devilish black threads swep She smirked at it.

That's not how you mess it up.

He looked too hot for her own legs to not abut and keep the gravity at bay. His dapper dark, bristly stubble beamed in the lights hanging from the ceiling throwing some highlights on his intimidating concrete jawline. His eyes as he met his people, sparkled with mirth. Those eyes that have always hypnotized her. His hawkish nose definitely made him look adorable with the way she used to boop it.

She held the clutch to herself as he swept Afsana in a hug escorting her outside. She could express how much of a gem she had got. Not a big fan of K-dramas but she knew how the characters were sketched. And she could bet it with her own life when she says he is someone straight out of such a series.

They walked towards her and she looked at Afsana with a soft smile. Afsana leaned over and caught her in a hug. Tejasswi wrapped her arms around her cradling as Afsana spoke in punjabi, all the jargon made no meaning to her. Keeping up the smile, mentally noting the words, she stepped out of it.

Ekta Kapoor just in time called for Karan, gesturing him to come over. Karan excused himself, letting Afsana and Tejasswi bond.

"What next?" Ekta asked as she walked away from the crowd. He grinned widely.

"Home and hitting the bed?" He answered. Faint chuckles of Tejasswi and Afsana made him content. He looked through the side of his eyes and found her twirling a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

Ekta smiled at his lack of interest in having a small talk with her.

"Bohot pasand hai?" she asked. Karan's cheeks turned crimsoned as he shamelessly ogled at his girlfriend.

"Bohot," he answered, his teeth spilling out to the display as he knew he embarrassed himself in front of her. He raked his finger between his hair and brushed them sheepishly, turning to her.

"She's good. For you she's perfect," she said.

"She's the one," he whispered as he sighed lovingly.

"Protect her," Ekta warmly said. Karan turned to her with a promising look.

"With all my life," he replied and Ekta felt proud of the guy who stood in front of him. Karan smiled gratefully and walked back to Tejasswi who was sitting in the backseat after Afsana had taken a leave.

He hopped to Parvez taking the car key from him. He feigned a punch and Parvez reflexily flinched back only to chuckle at his employer. Tejasswi frowned as she felt the door open. Karan stood there grinning holding the door open for her. She stepped out and found Karan pushing her to the shotgun. She giggled at his enthusiasm.

The door slammed shut and Karan climbed into the driver's seat.

"We are drunk, sunny," she reminded him.

"It takes more than three drinks for me to just get me tipsy, love," Karan laughed as he pulled the seat belt over his torso. He and Tejasswi clicked it at the right time. They looked up at each other smiling.

"Ready to go?" He asked keeping his left hand over the gear, clenching it.

"Nope," she chirped.

"Like I care," he blew a kiss, hitting the pedal. The asphalt's smell swirled in the air as Tejasswi lowered the windows. Karan followed her actions. His fingers tapped at the steering wheel. Tejasswi adjusted her position peeping out, tilting her head up letting the wind caress her tresses, throwing them randomly in the air.