rajveer naina - fated

chapter 15

If there is one thing that Raj knows well, then it is how to be patient. He has had to be patient throughout his life, first with his attempts to prove Navin innocent, and now…Now while waiting for the day that he can finally tell her how he feels.

But there are times when his patience is tested, times when he wishes he could forget everything and finally speak what is in his heart.

Like right now, as he watches Huda trying to flirt with her.
He watches, and struggles with the jealousy he feels, that Huda can express freely what he can not.

He fears…that in the end he might be too late.
But he remains patient, because he still has hope.

Because the way Naina smiles at him…she has never smiledthat way at anyone else.

And he knows that she never ever will./

Dhiraj's grip on her hand remains tight as he leads Asha wherever it is he's taking her, and she glances around, finally beginning to become nervous and noticing that they've attracted quite a bit of attention.

"Sir," she hisses at him, but he doesn't respond,

"Captain Kapoor!" he still keeps walking as if he hasn't heard anything.

"Dhiraj!" she finally calls out in desperation, and shocked at hearing his name from her lips, he finally stops.

"What is it?" he asks, gazing down at her, still grasping her hand.

"Sir, people are looking at us…" Asha tells him almost pleadingly and startled, Dhiraj finally drops her hand, realising how much of a scene he's creating.

"Follow me," he tells Asha in a serious tone, walking slightly ahead of her, and she does, at the same time wondering why she's doing this so unquestioningly.
It is only when they reach the area of the officers' quarters that Asha realises where he's taking her, and her heart starts thumping against her ribcage.

He opens the door to his own quarters and gestures for her to come inside. Hesitating only slightly, Asha crosses the threshold, slightly startled when he shuts the door hard behind her.

He advances on her slowly, and she backs away, finally hitting the wall. He picks up her hand, inspecting the fingers, and at first Asha is confused about what he's doing.

"Good," Dhiraj breathes, and the relief is evident in his voice,

"I thought that maybe…"

Asha finally realises what it is that he was checking for. She knows that there's no reason for her to do so, but she wants to reassure him, put his mind at ease.

"No," she tells him softly,

"They wanted me to… but I refused."

Dhiraj stares at her, and his gaze is so intent that Asha wishes she could look away. She's dimly aware that he's still holding her hand, that he hasn't let go of her fingers yet but in fact has grasped them even tighter.
Then before she has time to even realise what's happening, Dhiraj moves, quicker than she's ever seen him move before. He pulls her to him, clutching her upper arms tightly.

"I wasn't joking, I would've killed him." He tells her, his grip finally loosening on her as soon as soon as he's said it,

"I would've…" and he lifts the fingers of his right hand to trail them down her cheek, gently, almost reverently.
Asha thinks that if she had any sense at all, now would be the time when she would step away, or at least turn her head, but instead she leans into his touch, her eyes closing. It is then that she feels his lips on her cheek, as his hands trail down her arms to grasp both her hands, entwining his fingers with hers, his grip hard, determined.