"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside.
Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man.
"I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair f...
Arjun put the presentation on his laptop, and enclosed the product details and design of a very new product in an encrypted file folder, he sighed and moved back in his chair thinking about the changes he made.
He got up and paced in the bl**dy small office, the Delhi stay seem to stretch too much, he wanted the liberty to prowl in his territory, but only a few weeks and he will be out of this clumsy mother f**king place.
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His irritated annoyed mood glowered up more, feeling the heat of the day, he moved around and turned to the hazy husky view of the morning, the window was sparkled and cleaned and it elongated showing the hubbub of the traffic moving to and fro in a high way.
Though the sounds were muted, they did not penetrate the glass wall. Arjun's eyes moved lazily over the road, his hands in the pant pockets, he slid his curious gaze across the world.
The summer sun glared down from over the very clear sky, upon the earth in many hot waves shooting down on the parched earth and the people.
As his gaze moved away from a light purple floss, to the greener trees, his gaze narrowed straight, his eagle eyes and razor-sharp instincts beat out a shoot of the array, and his flurried gaze swung back desperately and wildly, hunting down for the purple floss again.
His eyes squinted, and his hand automatically raised on the glass and attached itself to the smooth surface.
His breathing grew, as his eyes stayed focused. Sliding up and down. Settling. Staring. Gaze locked on the flowing tresses. Feasting on the toes, legs, thighs, waist, chest, neck, chin, lips, nose, eyes and hair again.
His blood coursed up high. Jumping to life. Flowing all over his veins. Shooting into his eyes. Turning the white into the red.
He cursed and let loose a trail of them.
"For f**k's sake." He muttered, gritting his teeth, he slid his fingers in his hair and pulled at the locks.
What the bl**dy hell is she doing here? He could identify the lilt, luscious, curvy figure anywhere in the world. His hands remembered it. Feeling them fill out of his fingers. Since then, his distaste grew more for the skinny. Now he had a different thing in mind.
To possess her soul. To leave imprints on it. To leave his mark all over her peachy skin. To make her his for eternity. Mind, body and soul.
His body started reacting. The f**k! He was turned on by the mere thought of her. How was he going to live with her presence in his house, life and space twenty-four seven a day?
The other day, he had ordered to destroy and discard every god damned rose in the office and reception area much to the bewilderment and fear of the staff.
With superhuman effort which only he could muster up, Arjun sat back in his chair, bringing back his now calm exterior into productivity.
He smoothed out his hair, and the phone by his right-hand side made a noise of a call. Arjun pushed the button with his long finger.
