Nandini's POV
He was standing in the front of the mirror, as if admiring the scars on his body, which were lately given by the coffee. He hadn't realized my presence, as I could see him drooling his hand on the small burns on his chest.
I looked at those slight burn marks, which now looked like scars, scars which said of bravery. Only he could look, that good even with them.
Those scars enhanced him.
Suddenly, he saw me.
Our eyes locked.
He caught me drooling.
My legs turned wobbly. I came forward and he, half naked, moved a step too. I took slow steps, just like those movies and he was doing the same.
I'd no idea where it was heading all. It didn't matter, however. As long as he was standing there, I knew the axis of my world had to stop. "Manik", I whispered his name like a prayer. My heart blasted faster and the voice thrummed against the back of my head.
I went closer and closer, until when the aroma like the cranberry juice hit me hard. It was like the same. The once, I'd dreamt off earlier. He saw me numb and took the initiative. He took slow steps and we were now standing face to face. His scent was driving me crazy. We were standing extremely close ; so close that we could hear each others heartbeats. If only I knew felicity was this, I'd have succumbed myself completely.
"You're beautiful", he whispered, "And I don't deserve you"
"But you're all that I want", his hazel brown eyes locked with mine, creating our own enigma.
He yanked me closer suddenly, pulling me through the waist and I succumbed in. My lashes were downcast and my face was on fire. His intense gaze, started ruining me, in a way it never did before.
He leaned down and my face went upwards. We had an inch gap between. I wanted our lips to meddle together and it happened. I knew he didn’t love me back, but I couldn’t resist. May be he didn't, or may be. He leaned in a little closer, our foreheads touching. Dear god, I couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through me. His very smell was flooding my senses now. He was kissing me senselessly, until his hand went and shook me.
He patted my shoulder.
OMG, that was hard.
Nandini
Okay, was he calling me, between the kiss? How awful.
Nandiniii
He called me again. And this time he shook me more violently, breaking my trance completely.
I fluttered my eyes and saw him standing extremely close to me. I saw and the realization deserted upon me. It was a dream. I bloody saw a dream. I checked my lips through my hands and realized, his lips never met mine. I saw his face now. He had worn his shirt, I'd not even realized when. He standing there with a frown and my forehead quirked.
This can't happen again. My love was overpowering.
I hoped he didn't know what I feel. He wasn't in a right state of mind. He just lost his wife and I can't take it as an opportunity. He needed time.
