The next morning comes and Harshad is still a mess. He has been a mess since the moment Jennifer left him on the balcony in a daze. He is a mess when he couldn't get rid of the feeling her lips gave him, he couldn't forget the touch of those moist lips against his and he wanted to taste them again and again and again. He is a mess since the time he walked inside, the time he behaved as if their moment in the balcony never happened, the time when he watched her glid across the room smiling only it do disappear as her eyes meet his. A he wante
He is a mess when he realized he wanted to go there and touch her, wanted to take her to the balcony again and see were it would leave them. And he was definitely a mess when he realized he was thinking all this about Jennifer, about his bestfriend.
And he won't deny she is beautiful, because she is has always been. She was the innocent one, the one with the biggest heart and warmest smile that would make everyone feel safe, made him feel safe. Jennifer was aesthically beauty, she wasn't perfect, her lips were too small, her eyes too narrow, her hair would change color and texture, her elbows were too sharp often would dig his sides causing him pain, her laugh was too loud and she can cuss the whole village and can drink a liter of beer, she had flaws, but that made her real, that made her the person she is, that made her the angel who smiled at him when no one would, that made her beautiful more than he could ever describe.
He was a mess when he realized as he walked upstairs at the end of the night, as he laid in his bed closing his eyes, as the picture of Alia came infront of his mind, he realized what he had done, realized the mistake he had made, realized he had cheated on his girlfriend who loved him so much, who cared for him, look after him, trusts him and he had betrayed her by kissing his own best friend, by kiss Jennifer.
And before the guilt could ruose in him and choke him, her eyes flashed infront of his, her touch grazed his skin, their moment came to life infront of his eyes and a smile formed on him lips involuntarily as he replayed the kiss over and over again, as he thought how it was more passionate, more supple, more intense than he ever experienced with Alia, thought how he forgot everything, him, the world around them, Alia and got lost into that kiss and it baffled him as his lips craved for hers, as his eyes would only see her soft skin, could see those supple breasts, could feel that hardened nip under his touch and it built that fire in him that only dim when he closed his eyes and fell asleep
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The next morning he found himself looking for her, he saw her across the room, his eyes taking in the dress she had on and he shook his head as he walked away, as he carried on with the ceremony. He wanted to walk towards her, wanted to ask her if things are right with them, wanted to ask her if the moment in the balcony didn't spoil his chances of her being his friend again, he wanted to talk about anything like he used to with her.
He watched her the rest of the day, running away from him, smiling widely at everyone while giving him those timid ones, watched her as his mind took a direction of its own, thought of kissing those lips that were covered in pink lipstick, wanted to run his hands over her warm belly and soft smooth arms, and he knew they were soft because he knows her since years and she has always had soft skin, smooth and refreshing like her aura, welcoming like she was and he never had thought about how it would feel to be in her arms, to be enveloped by her warmth and stay there. But he wanted to, wanted to rush into her arms and hide away from these walked when he walked . Because Alia's face wouldn't leave his mind, because her smiling face and the nights he had spent with her wouldn't leave him alone. And he wanted to run to Jennifer, wanted to hide in her arms.
But he didn't and he didn't need to because when the lunch was being served, when he was busy carrying the glass bowls of haldi to be placed in the living room, when he was bent over placing them neatly down and was about to come that she lost her footing, that her anklet came off tripping her as she was running and his arms held her, halted her, saved her from falling and their eyes meet,their breathes hitching as the current through his veins was spitting fire, the warmth radiating from her skin were his palm was splayed melting her, and all thoughts of Alia were pushed behind, all thoughts of his self deprivation were left behind and he was still a mess, but a different mess this time.
She had smiled at him a little, thanked him slowly before asking him to help her with guests and he had agreed readily, not because he wanted to spend time with her, not because he was revealing in the feeling of being near her, not because the thoughts of kissing those lips, marking that beautiful neck crossed his mind but because she was his best friend, she was his Jennifer and she needed help and Harshad always cared about her, always watched for her, was always behind her like a pillar.
And he knew he was missing for last three years, knew he blundered all those times, knew he messed up all those times and he didn't want to this time.
The feeling of doing right by her had always been strong and therefore he followed her helping her with guests, with serving food, with checking if the music system was right, if haldi was sufficent.
But while doing so he observed her watching him, could see her eyes trailing over his, could feel her eyes on him from across the room. And the fire that had dim late last night ignited in him. The flame bursted inside him the moment she applied that haldi on Naihal and got one from Naihal too, the stroke of the fire reached his member jolting him when he watched her scruntch her nose as Aj glided her cheeks with haldi too as they all began to go crazy with him.
His eyes ran across her long smooth arms, glided over the thin olive waist and he watched her from afar, watched her as he smiled with his friends, had his eyes on her as he laughed, drank, partied, clicked photos.
Had his eyes on her, the fire in him not dimmed at all as the evening came, as the ceremony got over, as the day came to an end.
Had his eyes on her, mind ignited with the fire in his soul as the event came to an end, as he went about with his friends,as he conversed with her for a second before she left, before he had to leave also.
And he realizes, as he walks to hsi room, as he walks those stairs again much like last night or the night before even that they barely talked, that he barely talked to her, that they spent the whole day trying to seek away from each other's eyes with fire bubbling in his stomach - which he wonders was in her too, wonders that the way her eyes would ignite fire, would share the glimpse whenever they locked with his throughout the day was real, was there the same fire in her stomach,he realized he didnt ask, didn't say a word apart from the few unnecessary syllables they exchanged, other than the looks they shared, they didn't had a moment together, didn't speak at all with each other.
And as he walked up the stairs, came inside his room he decided that has to be changed.
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Aahhhhh cliffhanger!
What is harshad going to do??????
Also, Harshad is wearing green kurta from the durga mata Pooja episode from Bepannah (didn't have that picture of his :()
anyways,
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