Parth And Niti (PaNi FF): Professionals At Work

Chapter Nine: Backwards.

My whole self shivered as I ran my eyes through the script. My heartbeats accelerated like never before as I read the one line over and over-

'Manik and Nandini are so close that not even air can pass through them. She buries her head in his chest and he protects her so that Cabir cannot notice her in the bathroom. After realizing that Cabir is no more in the vicinity , Nandini takes a step backward and they share an eye lock for a few seconds."

My eyes were stuck onto two words. SO CLOSE. Not even air can pass.

Parth was my friend. A good friend, and we had never been instructed to do anything as intimate as this before. It was a first.

"Niti? Ready?" I heard the director calling out to me and from somewhere I saw Parth coming out of the bathroom. His hair were perfectly gelled and a band held them in position. His torso naked , letting people have a look at his perfectly sculpted body. He wore a pair of trousers as he wiped his face and gave a nod to the director.

It took me a moment more to realize that I was shamelessly ogling at him. Embarrassed, I turned my head to the other side before I could sense him coming towards me and occupying the seat next to me.

"What's up ?" He asked and I just faked a smile. The temperature just went up by a notch.

"Are you unwell?" Parth asked after I didn't reply.

I shook my head and focussed my attention back to the script.

"Listen if you are uncomfortable na..i can..." He began but was cut by me.

"I'm okay !" I said. " I don't have problem with it." I wasn't understanding why I was having this sudden hesitation to do the scene with him. It was just a scene right. Right. Just a scene.

Ten minutes later I positioned myself appropriately in front of him as I heard the director saying action. I was dragged forcefully to the washroom by an angry yet an uncontrollably hot Manik and placed under the shower. He turned on the shower and let the water drops fall on both of us and clutched me tightly by my shoulder and continued spanking me as Nandini. I delivered my lines fluently , being into Nandini's character firmly and did not deter even for a second into the Niti zone. Contrary to what I had felt, I didn't get those jitters , not yet at least. All I could see was him as Manik, and I as Nandini as we dutifully played our parts until Cabir knocked on the washroom door.

Quickly, as the scene commanded, Manik wrapped his huge arms around Nandini's tiny self and she buried her face into his chest. He smelt divine , and his cologne was intoxicating. My little nose rubbed against his firm masculine chest and I heard the sound of his heartbeats that were accelerated by now.
The pace of my heart beats rose as I felt adrenaline rush through my veins and heat covering my entire body. The proximity was enough to drive me to the turning on point and in a nanosecond I was almost turned on. With little hesitation, I flinched back and gaped at him with wide eyes. His arms were still wrapped around me so firmly as if glue was stuck onto them. I felt jittery yet his hypnotic eyes did the trick of making me stay still onto my position.

His hair were wet, mine were too. Water droplets trickled from each nook and corner of his bare skin. For some reason the coldness of this water had managed to disappear somewhere as all I could feel was heat and more heat, between the two of us. What was happening to me remained a mystery for a very long time. The only thing that came into existence was him, and how comfortable I felt in that position with him. It was funny , I didn't feel odd at any level, in fact I couldn't have felt better.

Our eyes were stuck onto each other, I didn't blink , not even once and neither did he. I heard faint voices but I wasn't ready to even acknowledge anyone's presence around and probably he wasn't either. The water dripping from the shower seemed to do no good to reduce proximity between the two of us, instead only increased the intensity of the tension. With each passing second , the heat seemed to increase , until the faint voices became louder and I turned to face the confused face of the director. Behind the director, I saw the familiar face of the woman who was two years elder to me. She wore a knee length blue colored and off shoulder frock with pencil heels to suit her perfectly toned long legs . Her face beamed with redness not due to blush , but due to the anger I presumed. I heaved a heavy sigh involuntarily just before I heard Parth murmuring her name with equal confusion and a little tension.