The Passionate Ego

7 : MR. JERK

Nandini's POV

Hell no. The only two words i could hear in my mind. You all must be thinking that i am an idiot psycho who's talking to herself but let me remind you what happened that got me in a situation of misery. 

Ten minutes before i came face to face with the guy that i had vowed to never see again but here i am standing shook at my position while he smirked like an ass at me. So much for trusting God to keep my vow steady. But this ain't the worst thing, the worst thing here is that i can't do anything about him being a part of my trip.

I can't make a couple i.e Cabir and Navya sit separate because of my personal problem with Mr. Jerk nor I can ask Mukti to sit beside me because i genuinely want her to explore her feelings for Abhi and i know somewhere Abhi too has a thing for her. 

So to my bad luck i sat at the airplane window seat and with the jerk beside me. I took out my companion, a book, that i always carry with me to read for my journey and hence wore my reading spectacles turning my back towards him. Even though how badly i tried to concentrate on the printed pages infront of me , i wasn't able to get him out of my mind.

To be honest with me because well no one thankfully can hear me, i think he looks hot in a denim shirt, compliments his complexion. Even though i can't help but take a glance at him, it pains me to see him kiss an airhostess knuckled for some feelings unknown. Was it the intimacy i shared with him a couple of times or was it because i had actually started thinking that i was becoming special for him.

Jerking my head to clear the bad useless thoughts i turned back to concentrate on a love story i genuinely wanted to know about and drop myself into the imaginative world of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

After a while I think the plane finally took off and the ever so sleepy passengers dozed off. I turned back and saw Navya and Cabir snuggling into each other's arms while Mukti dozed off keeping her head on Abhi's shoulder. I was happy for them.

I turned my attension back to my book, well what can i say i am a bookworm. But i soon felt something crawling up my thighs, gazing down i saw Manik's finger tip drawing circles on my bare thighs, so amazing of me to choose a short for the travel. He was squeezing my thighs and I was losing control. I have no idea why i act like a melted caramel pudding by his touch but it make me feel so weak. I calmly removed his hands from my thighs and gave him a glare to which he made an innocent face.

I turned back again trying to avoid him as much as i can but soon felt his fingers poking my shoulder . The only way for a peaceful flight was a confrontation, so i did what my head suggested me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Baby I am not sleepy." He replied patting his eyelinds.

Wait who's baby?????

"So?"I controlled myself and asked in a  cold tone, that literally said buzz off.

"So" He acted as if thinking something but caught me of guard with his idea." Let's play something"

"Manik we are on an international flight and you are not a kid anymore". I exclaimed.

"Oh please i am bored and well the book is making it more frustrating" he replied eyeing my book.

Nobody says a word to my babies.

"Fine. What do you have in your mind?" I gave in because well i am just saving my book.

Looks like I took a wrong decision cause a mischievous grin formed on his face. 

"So let's play a couple. Girlfriends/boyfriends, Husband/wife. Whatever suits you" He said excitedly and started moving closer to my face. But before he could proceed further I pulled my book over and  pushed him back and turned my face to the other side getting back to my reading murmuring " jerk "