A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-75 [Riding]

MYRA'S POV

My heart raced. I could feel the pulse in my throat fluttering fast against my hot flesh. The tension and nervousness left my body stiff.

But it all came soft under his touch. Siddarth leaned forward, pressing his chest on my back, the action made me harden my grip on the throttle. His hands stayed on his thighs and shoes stuck to the ground to balance the bike. I was half sitting on the bike and half on his lap.

Siddharth had already explained the basics to me very patiently, as if I were a child. Well, if not a child, I definitely was an amateur who just never got the chance to learn anything about motorcycles.

Before college, I used the school bus and during it, someone who only ever suffocated me beyond my limits considered riding two wheelers to be too much of freedom. Something he couldn't afford, especially not for his caged prey.

Then later, life only gave enough time to learn one vehicle; so a car was it for me.

"Hold still, okay?" The husky whisper punished the hair on my nape to stand still, and shiver when his nose brushed against my skin.

For a second it seemed like my heart had the plan of just slipping its way out from my lips, which parted at the sizzling touch.

While I remained rigid as a rock.

"Pearl," The smooth, smoky voice glided down my neck like hot honey, sticking to every inch on its way down. Siddharth turned his face towards me, and my eyelids fell shut for a moment. "Relax. Let your body lose, hm?"

Our proximity caused the tiny stone at the end of my earrings to dangle right at the tip of his nose and also clouded my mind too much to think straight. It felt like I was sitting on the backseat of my own brain, but above all, somehow, I was still at ease.

Leaning just a little more, "We will start slowly okay?" Siddharth's torso completely enveloped me; with his arms resting above mine and hands engulfing mine, as he secured our grip on the throttle. "Bilkul aram se." ["very slowly."]

I nodded, softly chewing on my lower lip as I focused my gaze on the empty track ahead. "Okay." was all I muttered.

The bare thighs of mine, peeking from the black denim shorts, felt cold against the metal beneath me but the weight above me worked the exact opposite.

I was strapped, caged between ice and lava; the combination enough to melt the whole of me drop by drop.

"Siddarth-" I secretly cursed myself for the slight waiver in my voice.

"Not a word of doubt, pearl." But as always, his words were steel.

Assuring even at their worst. I could feel Siddharth's upper body clenching against my back, thanks to the thin fabric of my top and his unzipped jacket, and in my wildest imagination all I wanted to do at least once was trace every curve of those flexed muscles.

"I will do all the foot-work alright? You just focus on maintaining the balance and this," Twisting our wrists backwards, Siddharth let the engine roar once. "race in your right hand." The vehicle vibrated under me, too alive, too raw and sounded like fresh cold air of untouched mountains, if that made any sense at all.

This image wasn't in my mind when I envisaged tonight though, rather I imagined seeing that selfish, aching fire of his eyes, which came alive only when he talked of his dream, to fly across this track.