Tug, turn, thud.. a lovestory

Enchanted

Author's note: For continuity, please read together with the last chapter to have the best experience!

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I come back downstairs to check on the progress after a while, and my body jerked to a standstill.. Enchanted.

The fairy lights on the set lit up as she slowly turned to the camera adorned in a crimson red Saree.. the black silky length of her hair gathered on one of her shoulders.. without restraints for the first time. From somewhere a light wind blows, flinging her shorter hairs away..softly decorating her face..highlighting her jaw, her pale neck. The sparkling statement earrings the only piece of jewelry on her, contrasting her simple yet elegant look..rendering her ethereal. 

My gaze involuntarily move down to take her in..take all of her in, her essence flowing in a sheath of red..her pale skin glowing in the light.. my eyes noticed her nervous fingers, fidgeting..her feet shuffling, trying to hide herself. She is diffident, unsure, tense..beautiful, intoxicating.

At that moment a breeze lifts my hair, and I hear a soft music trilling in...hey hey, hey hey hey..

It was as if I'm setting eyes on her for the first time. I'm glued on the spot..a barrage of unfelt emotions erupt within me.. of arousal, hunger, yearning...

Her pallu threatened to fall and I felt a need to defend her, protect her from the eyes of the world.

As she was correcting her pallu, her gaze shot up to mine. She was suddenly shy, as if I was not supposed to see that..see her like that..an awareness creeping in between us.. of I being a man and she..all woman.

I pluck my gaze away..feeling her discomfort but my feet start to step in her direction at their own volition. 

She gets alarmed. A warning in her eyes..as if she is scolding me.. what are you doing? We are in public.. like she wants to keep this private.. whatever is between us. But I want to show her I don't care about the world.

It's interesting... how we have started to converse in eyes.. I want to keep listening to her eyes. I move forward till I'm just inches away from her. She looks here and there, embarrassed.. bashful.. like she doesn't want anyone to notice her state, notice our state.

What's that pestering voice? Oh god Lavanya.. she wants me to ask her to change? But must I do that? I love what she is wearing.. yet I can't let her know how much I love her in it.. Did I just say love?

That pulled me back to reality. I must mask my emotions and so I reach out to my most trusted friend, one and only..anger. I try to be as formidable as I can and ask her to go change now, citing it wasn't the dress code. 

She is pleading me with her eyes..hopeful..please let me wear this. I wanted to teach her a lesson..but now I can't..not to those eyes. I agree.. but I can't let her think that I softened because of her. I defer the decision to the photographer.. does this work for you? He says yes! Thank god! Because she looks... breathtaking.

After resolving the matter, I turn to go..peeling my eyes away. But I just have to have another look, there was now a faint smile on her lips..I'm elated. Why? She catches me looking at her..can she tell how much I liked her in it? No she mustn't know..

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I'm at my desk again, lost in thoughts. Her flying hair, flowing drape filling my vision. I don't know when Lavanya came in, she is talking about Khushi, calling her names, questioning her audacity. I stare in a distance, unfocused, loosening my tie. Lavanya came up to me trying to help correct it and I let her do that. This feels safe. She feels safe. I'm in control. There are no expectations, no waste of emotions, just plain transaction of needs. 

But now she goes and riles me up saying something like, "Why I'm giving importance to that non-important chamkili?"

Did I do that? Is it apparent to everyone that I'm giving her extra attention? What if Khushi also thinks that, after what happened downstairs. 

No.. she is nothing and it would remain that way. I need to show her, show myself how insignificant she is.

I see her wrapping up, planning to go home now.

I shout at her for everyone to hear, "MISS GUPTA.. did I ask you to leave yet? You will leave when I say so. Now go and help outside in parking. I have some important clients coming in."

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Author's note: Enjoy this for a while guys..next update is going to come after a bit later as I'm going on vacay!

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Love, Ankahee ❤️