The Perfect Match

The More I Run the Difficult It Gets

He took the blouse in his hands and suddenly made my grip loosen on my towel and it dropped, right in front of him. I was shocked beyond expressions.

What did he just do? He ripped my towel off my body! He is a madman...he really is. He means each and every word he says...god! I should have listened to him. He is insane.

"Arjun," I almost shouted his name...but he? He seemed to be so unaffected.

"I know my name Amaya," he retorted and after taking a glance of my free soft flesh under his hot gaze, he swiftly put the blouse on my breast, without making an eye contact. All I could do was just look at the nerves of this man. "I will slap you hard Arjun," I warned, my eyes growing wife every second.

"I like that attitude," he commented while he grazed his palms over my bare arms. "Shut up," I grunted.

"You have grown sexier," he mumbled into my ears as he turned me around to buckle my blouse. I inhaled his cologne and I don't know what got into me but I just wanted to hug him.

No no..it's not the right thing to do! Not an acceptable behaviour. He has to apologize for what he did. I mean...how can he do this man?

My breathing had become erratic the moment he had turned me around. I could feel him on my back. His pace became comparatively slower when he was putting the hook of my blouse. His hands grazed my lower back and I just couldn't help but let out a gasp and arch my neck.

Why does he have the same effect on me? Why am I not throwing him off my body. Why am I letting him touch me in the first place? Is it because I like those touches?

I don't want him to overpower my mind but he is leaving no stone unturned to grasp a comparatively larger space in my life...why did I come back?

His hands reached the sides of my back...the border between my front and my back. He laid his feathery touches, grazing that part and then reached my upper back...that's the part just below the neck.

I felt a wet kiss planted on the nape of my neck and just to stop my moaning, I bite my lower lips and put my palms flat on the wall, trying to gain a stability.

"Ar..Arjun leav-leave me," Fighting the back of my heart, I let this out from my mouth...knowing I wanted exact the opposite.

His actions stopped the moment I said this...ughh. Why did he have to obey me when I didn't want him to. He will never understand me.

He pulled my a little closer to him, my back dangerously brushing his front. He tightened the grip on my blouse, pulling it tightly so that my breasts became still and stiffened inside the cage of those padded material. I breathed in and out to stabilise my breath but Ofcourse, when you have a man like Arjun taking the charge of dressing you, your heart will never be on it's normal pace. Finally he buckled the blouse but after that?

He just backed off. I couldn't muster the courage to face him and here...without even letting me know if he was breathing or not, he just left! Left the room and I couldn't let my foot move till next thirty seconds of his disappearance.

Somewhere I was happy but I wasn't! I just don't know what gets into me when he is around...especially touching me but come on, let's face this...this is not a book where the so called strong female lead won't feel anything for the guy she once madly loved. I mean that is how human behavior is and in my case also, it's normal.

Everyone knows I am never getting back to Arjun nor will he ever ask me back. So I can just admire and fantasize about what was once only mine...or maybe not! Who cares.

I quickly wrapped the Saree keeping in mind that Arjun can do what he says and this was a reminder. He always did what he said...like always.

Six years back.