A hand covers her own and she's pulled back into a hard chest.
"Who do you love?"
She lets out a squeak as she feels his hand trail up slowly until it rests against her waist.
"If you don't give me an answer, I'll begin to think that it's me."
He...
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There were constant parties and meeting Karan's going to be in laws for a couple of weeks. Just small events such as Ariya's birthday or Karan and Priyanka's parents anniversary caused them to meet up much frequently. While Ankit loved the gathering, he was also glad that his life was coming back on track. He finally got a job in a company and was happy that he could stand up on his own feet in America, possibly get himself a new apartment in the next following months if things go as planned. He didn't want to impose on the Choudhary's any more longer despite Karan's mom saying that she loved having him there.
There were some awkward moments that he couldn't avoid. One being with Karan's little sister, Priyanka. She was always in some sort of problem or dilemma and it was always brought to his situation. It's like God wanted them to be together, so they were put together at the same time in their worst situations. They got to see different sides of each other, he was able to see Priyanka be jealous and he still laughed when he remembered it.
But then when he remembered the girl who was clinging onto him, the smile faded away. He also remembered the very urge he had to hold Priyanka's hand when she was standing next to him.
Today was just another outing but it was someone else's wedding. He walked outside of his room, playing around with his tie, when Priyanka walked out of her room with her hands poised behind her back. Her eyes widened as she saw him and she moved against the wall immediately.
Ankit's eyes moved towards Priyanka's hands at the back and he raises a brow.
"Don't look!" She shrieks at him.
Ankit has to hold in a laugh at her situation, his lips turn up in amusement. "I've seen your back before significantly because of one of your dresses, there's no difference."
"This is different." Priyanka looks down as she continues to hold onto her blouse, her cheeks flushing red.
Ankit takes in Priyanka's appearance and he lets go of the tie he was fiddling with. "Are you going to just stand there?"
"No. I'm just going to-" Priyanka fumbles with her words as her words turn into soft whispers and she then looks up at him with a frown on her face. "How long are you going to stay there?"
Ankit moves back slightly. "I can help."
Priyanka seems hesitant as she fidgets but she realizes that she can no longer stand any longer against the wall. Her brother might come or someone else might, it may seem like something else.
She leans forward and turns around, her long hair covering her back. Ankit steps forward and reaches out for Priyanka's hair, he takes them and puts them on the side. Her back is now fully exposed to him and Ankit can hear his own heartbeat as he reaches for her hooks, his fingers trembling.
He's the one who suggested it but now he can't help but feel nervous seeing Priyanka so vulnerable and open with him. His fingers graze her skin and he sees Priyanka shudder, taking in a sharp breathe, he zips up the blouse and then does the hooks. Priyanka remains facing forward, showing that she has no plans in facing him, but just as he was about to move, Priyanka turns around.
