In The Arms Of Love

Part : 8

Amidst the whirl of the dance floor, Priya's discomfort simmered beneath the surface as she whispered to Ram, her voice barely audible over the music. "You know, right? You should behave yourself. Everyone is around. Lisa is here."

In response, Ram's tone dripped with sarcasm as he retorted, "You've been enjoying with your new company, huh? I've seen."

Priya scoffed dismissively, her resolve unwavering. "Yeah, so what? He's a nice guy."

But Ram, ever persistent, seized upon the opportunity to needle her further. "Isn't he also younger than you?" he taunted, his words laced with thinly veiled mockery.

Priya's patience wore thin, her frustration mounting. "I am not getting married to him," she shot back defiantly, her voice tinged with irritation.

With a decisive motion, Priya released herself from Ram's grasp, her movements purposeful as she uttered, "You are suffocating me." And with that declaration, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Ram to linger in the wake of her departure, the echoes of their tense exchange lingering in the air.

Ram surveyed the crowded dance floor, his gaze lingering on Lisa, who was completely engrossed in the moment, dancing with abandon. Seeing her lost in the festivities, he silently slipped away, his steps purposeful as he made his way through the throng of guests.

Spotting Priya from a distance, he quickened his pace, As she reached the elevator, he hastened his steps,

When priya made her way to the elevator, her thoughts swirling with the intensity of the exchange with Ram, she was startled by the sudden appearance of his hand, reaching out unexpectedly. Before she could react, the fabric of her dress was yanked from behind, torn abruptly by the force of his grasp.

Shock rippled through Priya as she turned to confront Ram, her eyes wide with disbelief. The unexpectedness of his actions left her momentarily speechless, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

In that fleeting moment of urgency and intimacy, Ram sprang into action, his instincts guiding his movements. With a swift yet gentle touch, he covered Priya's exposed back, shielding her bare skin from the prying eyes of oncoming guests. Without hesitation, he ushered her inside the elevator, his movements fluid yet purposeful.

As the doors closed behind them, enveloping them in a cocoon of privacy, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Priya stood before Ram, her breaths shallow and rapid, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.Ram's touch, though gentle, sent a shiver down Priya's spine as he steadied her, his presence offering both reassurance and uncertainty.

"Let me hold you," Ram's voice, soft yet commanding, pierced through the charged silence, his words carrying a quiet determination to shield Priya from harm.

Priya's breath caught in her throat, her protests dying on her lips as she succumbed to the warmth of Ram's embrace. "Shut up," she retorted, her tone laced with a mixture of frustration and affection, a familiar banter that danced between them.

As they stood in that suspended moment, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them locked in an embrace of shared vulnerability and unspoken longing. It was a moment of exquisite beauty, captured in the quiet intimacy of their shared gaze and the gentle rhythm of their entwined hearts.

As they entered Priya's room, she swiftly retrieved a shawl to wrap around herself, seeking to create a barrier between them. 

Ram's voice, tinged with regret, broke the silence. "I'm sorry," he offered softly, his words carrying the weight of genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to trouble you like this."