Anurakti

71: Threat

Samidha gasped for air as Sahaj kissed her.

His hands slipped inside her top as he caressed her mouth with his tongue. They were in his cabin, Samidha was sitting on his table and he stood between her legs.

She moaned and pulled him closer, guiding his hands to the swell of her breasts. His one hand took her guidance and the other went to her back and unclipped her bra. Samidha almost melted at how hot it was.

But he suddenly pulled back.

"What happened?"
She asked, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"Your back. It isn't healed yet."
He mumbled and clipped her bra back with a very heavy heart.

"So?"

"We can't do anything till your wounds heal."

"They are just scratches! I swea-"

"Your stitches were removed merely a month ago, love. Wounds don't heal this fast. And you've not been taking care of yourself too."
He said, and she pulled him closer by his collar and kissed him, effectively shutting him up and stopping his brain completely for a moment. She took his hands and kept it on her breast.

Samidha always had a little pride for how beautiful her breasts were. She related with that girl in the medieval period who escaped a death sentence by showing her breasts.

Samidha was almost a hundred percent sure that no man or even woman on planet Earth wouldn't be mesmerized by their beauty and just surrender.

But she was wrong.

Sahaj pulled away.

"No."

"But........then what about you?"
She asked and pointed out the bulge in his pants, deciding to play smart and present her side with valid arguments.

"It's.....uh...it's fine. I'll just take a cold shower."
He murmured and kissed her forehead.

"Your health is more important to me than my lust."
He said and this time Samidha melted even more. Her want increased and she pulled him closer and again tried to put his hands on her body.

"I-I sh-should leave!"
Sahaj yelled, pushing him away as if burnt and ran to the backroom, almost tripping on his way.

"Sahaj!"
She whined for him but he just went inside the backroom of his cabin. He had a room adjacent to his cabin which had a small bed, lots of confidential files, a few clothes of his, a table and a big bathroom.

Samidha cried out in frustration and hopped off the table. Her excitement went down the drain.

Adjusting her clothes she went outside of his cabin and her eyes fell on the shadow that was fumbling near the staircase.

She walked towards the shadow and there stood a man, wearing the uniform of the cleaning crew, who flinched at her arrival. He was about the same height as Sahaj, his physique was on the bulkier side, he had grey eyes and he was definitely an outsider.

"What is your name sir?"
She asked and he cleared his throat.

"Rakesh."
He spoke in his disgustingly low voice and stared into her eyes with his grey ones. She stared at him. What an idiot. No one used those stairs. Who will? The building had 30 floors.

He gulped.

She knows. He could see it. She knew it.

And he leaped. Samidha ducked, reached for the pen in her pocket and stabbed the man six times with it on various parts of his body, leaving him hurt and distracted enough that he couldn't see the punch coming his way.