Ishqana Dil

Part 30

A/N: This part gets so cliche and cheesy, I'm having a major face-palm moment over here. 

She felt terribly light-headed for one moment when she saw it was him and his frown. Mahadev... Gulping, she glanced at his hand, still locked tight around her wrist, and he let go of it hastily.

"Shh!" he hissed, putting a finger to his lips. "Dheere baat karo!"

She felt like giving him a tight slap, actually. What was wrong with him? Did he even know what he was doing to her? First he cornered her up here where they were all alone, holding her so tight to himself... then he unintentionally drew her attention to his lips... As if it was not already bad that she had to bear being in the same house as him but not being able to be near him...

"Kya ho raha hai yahaan pe?" she sulked, crossing her arms on her chest so she didn't grab him by the collar and-

"Arrey hum bataate hain na!" he looked around them warily. "Rama wanted to meet your sister. He's inside. I think we should let them talk one on one for some time. Otherwise everyone will be around them later and..."

Amaya nodded but it only made her worry for Rachi Di. She knew exactly what her sister's feelings were for Ramashrey. If only there was a way she could save her sister from his marriage... Her heart somersaulted dizzyingly when she looked towards him and caught him staring. He looked so bloody... edible... It was impossible to bear any longer! She would have to avoid him until this marriage was done with. If not, she would either get carried away by her emotions or die of them. No, she had to sort out the mess she had created with him and get him to talk to her again, like before. But then what? He would be around more and it would be more difficult to stay away from him... No. the best option was to avoid him to the max until the wedding. The situation for her family was already delicate and she was not going to create another scandal. Unless... what if had the same effect as on Rachi Di and Nanaji forced her to get married to Mantu? That would be such a-

He silently grimaced at her, interrupting her thoughts. He seemed to be gesturing at something on her face. Amaya frowned. He gestured again, with his finger this time, and she understood there was something on her face. She patted the area he was referring to but did not feel anything. Mantu rolled his eyes. He hesitated before taking hold of her hand and swiping it around her lips a couple times himself and then she realised what he meant. Her lipstick must have smudged when he had clamped his hand on her mouth to stop her from screaming. When she looked at him again, he was staring at her lips, his eyes dark. Oh god... She quickly shook his hand away and wiped the smudge off all by herself but her heart was doing a little dance in her chest. So, apparently, she was not the only one affected? Yeah, better avoid him. Really. They both needed it.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

He looked up, embarrassed, and cleared his voice. "I just did this so that no one gets the wrong impression or doubt. I don't want to create trouble in my friend's wedding."

She almost winced. "What wrong impression are you talking about? And what will people doubt?" Oh, she did have an idea of what people could think if they saw her with her smudge lipstick. She knew she would get the same idea of any other girl with a smudged lipstick. But she was not going to tell him that! The jerk. Only... she did also really wish that her lipstick had gotten smudged the way she was thinking... Mahadev knew what he was alluding to, but her idea was incredibly tempting...

As he turned his head away to scowl, she noticed an orangey smudge on his bottom lip. What the-? The sight added an explosive amount of fuel to her smoldering ideas. She blinked her way out of the daze and dug his handkerchief out of his right pocket - she knew he always kept it there. Mantu jumped but she was beyond caring. Her mind was barely in the right place. Good thing, it was white. She pursed her lips and rubbed it on his mouth to get the smudge off while he glared at her with those wide, dark eyes. After she had made sure there was absolutely no trace of it anymore, she showed him the orange stain on the cloth.