Unwanted [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32

Vikrant

I take in a sharp breath when Nandini turns toward me.

So beautiful.

It's the only thought in my mind as I see her looking breathtaking in her body-hugging blue gown.

The color of the gown complimented her fair skin perfectly, and her makeup enhanced her already beautiful features.

I thought she looked gorgeous with her hair down, but today, with the messy bun-like hairdo she has done, with a few strands framing her face, she looks simply mesmerizing.

I slowly walk toward her, unable to take my eyes off her as I go near her.

"You look....," I pause, trying to find the correct word to describe how she looked. ".... I mean.... you.... and the dress.... perfection.... enchanting.... perfect." I feel like punching myself due to my utter inability to thread the words and properly compliment her.

She smiles slightly, tucking the strands of hair behind her ear, and my already fluttering heart skips a beat.

"I take you like the dress then? It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asks.

I shake my head. "You are beautiful, Nandini, and the dress looks gorgeous because you are wearing it," I say, and notice her cheeks getting slightly red.

"Thank you," she says. "You, too, look good in this black suit."

Many girls have told me I look handsome in anything I wear, but this is the first time a compliment has made me go warm.

"Umm, before I forget," I say, trying to get a grip on my erratically beating heart. "This is for you."

I notice Nandini's surprised look as she sees the rose in my hand.

"Yellow rose?" She asks.

"I wanted to bring the red one, but I thought you would not accept it because you are not there yet," I tell her.

"Not where yet?" She questions, and I immediately backtrack.

Tonight is not the night for that conversation. It will have to wait for some time.

"Nothing. I mean, we are married but have not had any relationship yet. So, I thought it would be better if we started from the friendship. Hence, the yellow rose," I reply.

Nandini narrows her eyes at me, hesitating to take the flower.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask.

"Nothing. It's just that I never thought you would bring a yellow rose for me one day, extending a hand of friendship," she answers.

I take a step toward her, noticing her suck in a breath when I get closer. But she doesn't step back.

"That's the thing, Nandini. Sometimes, when we least expect it, life gives us what we have always wanted. You just need to have some courage to blindly trust and take a leap," I tell her, indirectly answering the question she had been asking her brother earlier while looking at the sky.

"Vikrant," she says, her voice low, and I feel her breath fanning my face.

We are so close that if I tilt my face slightly, our lips will touch.

As that thought enters my mind, I look at her lips, those full, enticing lips, wondering how they would feel while moving against mine.

"We should go now. Otherwise, we will get late," she says, taking the rose from my hand and stepping back.

She tightly grabs the stem of the rose as she averts her gaze from me and looks everywhere except at me.

I also turn away from her and take a deep breath.