Anurakti

13: Don't make a fuss

"Really, I can't believe you told him to buy a gift and he actually obliged."
Shubham said when Sahaj went to the washroom.

They had happily cut the cake after Revat had hugged Sahaj, and surprising everybody, Sahaj hugged him back and wished him happy birthday with a small soft smile.

Samidha chuckled.

"I didn't do anything. I just asked him if he brought a gift. He just held my wrist, said 'I haven't, let's go buy one', pushed me in the car and we went to DB mall."
She laughed remembering how angry she was just an hour ago, when he pushed her in the car like that.

"You mean you pushed him in the car and you took him to buy the gift?"
Shweta asked feeling threatened by the new girl.

Sahaj was not someone to use physical force on females so maybe he couldn't refuse Samidha.

Samidha eyed Shweta. Openly eyeing her up and down and giving her the judging stare.
It's always the pretty one's, aren't they?

"No. He took me to buy the gift. And he pushed me in the car. Believe me, if it wasn't for the situation we both would have gotten into a fight, not physcal of course."
She cleared it up for Shweta, not breaking her eye contact.

Eye contact was Samidha's thing. Her eyes were damn powerful. She could make people blush, embarrassed, scared and what not with just one gaze. And she wanted Shweta to know how much she was judging her because of her stupid jealousy. Sure it could've been curiousity because Sahaj doesn't usually act that way, but her exceptionally bad choice of words and tone, made it clear to Samidha that it was just jealousy.

Shweta squirmed in her seat when Samidha continued to stare at her, smirking.

Fuck it. Let her die squirming. And what did she want to do when she said those things. Did she want to make her look like a liar? Or a fucking attention seeking, characterless, brainless girl?! And her tone was definitely not one of curiosity. It was bloody damn accusation. Sure Samidha doesn't usually bother about stupid things, but she was in an extra good mood today, provided that the cake was phenomenal.

Shubham, kept a hand on Samidha's thigh, noticing how her smirk was growing bigger and bigger and her eyes twinkled more and more.

"Are you sure you're not a psychopath?"

He asked and she chuckled without looking at him.
Leaning forward and picking up her spirte can she looked at him, Resting her head on the head rest of that sofa.

"I never said I wasn't."

She said, calmly, confidently and slowly. Her voice was steady and in a medium pitch, it didn't hurt your ears, instead it gave you goosebumps.

And Sahaj, who was now back found it extremely sexy.

"Do you know how sexy that sounded?"
Shubham asked, squeezing her thigh and giving her a seductive smile.

And as you can guess, Samidha spat her drink out. Of course, Sahaj was the one sitting in front of her. She coughed, a lot. And may I say, that was definitely not a good picture, neither it was good to ears. She sounded like a donkey now.

Hello Sexy- oh sorry, DONKEY!

Once she calmed down and looked at what mess she made, her lips turned up in a sheepish smile.

"I-I am sorry. I'll wash that for you. I'm really sorry. He just said something stupid and I choked, oh God. I never intended to spit on you. Let me wipe your face."
She rambled, nowhere near sexy or even confident.

Now she was just a normal little kind girl who was scared because she spat her drink on someone.

No, she was not afraid because it was Sahaj. She would be scared in front of anyone. Spitting your drink on anyone is very disrespectful, and she knew how badly she would want to beat the person who'll spit on her. Intentionally or unintentionally, doesn't matter.