"Sandhir-One Shots from Sadda Haq"

Desires

This was insanity.

How could she possibly have lustful thoughts about the guy, who's soul motto in life was to torment and torture her, mentally and physically.

'Physically' 

The last word lingered longer in her mind than she had intended to let it.

Her thoughts went to his strong, supple lips and the way they would taste over hers, when she grabbed him and pulled him into an eternally tight embrace.

A shudder ran through her.

She was in the lab, amidst 5 other people apart from the cause of her torment right now, and she felt ashamed of the thoughts running through her head.

Here they were all trying their best beat the other team at the tech-fest, without their tool-kits.

And here he was making it difficult for me to carry on with her work.

The way he strolled in to the way the sides of his delicious mouth always twitched up in a smirk, made heat pool between her thighs.

He infuriatingly turned her on with everything that he did. From his arguments to his concern and to everything in between. His deep, baritone itself was capable of giving her orgasms.


Every time she saw him, at least since the past couple of weeks, all she thought was how it would feel if their lips were on each other, while they explored further.

His dark eyes always intrigued her and her gray ones always seemed to darken in lust. 

Damn! She had said it, she was lusting behind Randhir Singh Shekhawat.

What was wrong with her, it was like him being around was some kind of getaway for all her sexual fantasies to come alive.

Right now, she was in no mood to compete about whose robot was the best, hers or his. Her inner self knew that his was the best, she was just fighting with him for the sake of it.

All she wanted to do then was push him against the wall and smash her lips to his, and feel him up.

In fact she was dying to touch him. Her horny self in full reflection.

She sucked her breath in when she saw him smirk as he flexed a muscle and confidently smashed against her robot, to prove his point.

That was it. That was her breaking point. 

'Everyone leave, go and see if you can somehow try to recover the tool kit for one last time' she said her breathing becoming shallow, which brought her words in a pant.

'But...' Vidushi argued.

One glare was enough to silence her and everyone up.

As he turned to leave following the others, her voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

'You stay'

She looked at him lust, evident in her eyes as his dark gaze met hers.

She went and shut the door.

'What do you think you are doing?' His infuriated voice rang out as he crossed his arms across his chest, which cause his muscles to bulge out slightly.

Her gaze fell on it for a moment before it trailed up to his lips.

'What do you think you were doing?' Her raspy voice came as she tried to control her burning urges.

'Didn't you like it?' He smirked, his scent filling up her nostrils. 

Damn! What cologne did he use?  It was dark, musty and yet minty.

Oh god!

He edged closer to her and she got a well glance at his toned collar bone.

She wanted kiss him there. She wanted to kiss him everywhere.

'You want to kiss me everywhere' he said echoing her thoughts back.

Her eyes opened wildly as she stared at him.

How had he known?

He smirked as he caught the look of wild shock on her face.

But she recuperated faster than he had imagined, as she said 

'Yes' in breathy voice before kissing him urgently on the lips. The force from her kiss was so much that they landed on the table, he was under her, while she was on the top, her kiss deep and urgent.

She pulled him closer as his hands cupped her bum. She moaned at the contact as he smirked into the kiss. 

The various parts on the table went clamouring down, as the two battled out their passion on the table.

Fire and Ice, she was the burning rage and he was the cooling ice, as they sizzled into the lust and hunger for each other. He was the darkness of the night while she was brightness of the day, never together, but they always met somewhere in the middle. Just like their embrace now.

Randhir flipped Sanyukta over, such that he was on the top, she planted small kisses on the exposed part of his collar bone which made him inhale sharply, as her soft lips made contact.

Their needs and desires were raw and uncivilised. She hadn't ever felt this happy and wanted in her life as much as she felt now, holding this dark, destroyed and broken man against her bosom.

She wanted to spend every second  and every minute like this. Crushed in his arms. Close to his heart.

Their tongues fought for establishment, like a roaring raging surge of wave, neither silent.

She ripped off the buttons of his shirt as a few clattered onto the floor.

One look at his dark and lusty eyes, filled her with enthral. She wasn't the only one.

He wanted her too, probably as much as she did.

He bit her ear lobe gently, and she moaned against his throat, the sound reverberated through his chest. She ran her hands up and down his smooth, chiselled chest, an example of fine craftsmanship.

He cupped his hands on her breast as she shut her eyes in anticipatory pleasure.

She had enough teasing, she gave a damn about the lab, being amidst a competition, Samir, her parents or the fact that anybody could walk in on them.

Her hands fumbled for his belt. She needed him. She wanted him now, her inner self was burning with desire.

But hands caught hold of hers, before she could pull down the zipper as he smirked and brought his mouth close to her ears.

'What's the hurry? He said biting her ear lobe.

She moaned in frustration and pleasure.

'You may not care, if you get caught with your panties down, but I can't afford to be banging someone in the lab' he said winking as he straitened up buttoning up his shirt.

Sanyukta stared at him with her mouth open. Did he just refuse to do it?
Did he just refuse to do it and at the same time, dirty talk?

Did he just refuse to do it, dirty talk at the same time and turn me on even more, with his sexy refusal?

She couldn't believe it he was leaving her hanging this way.

She groaned in frustration, as Randhir opened the door and strode out before winking at her.

She felt like pulling all her hair out in frustration and she would have done it too, had he not popped his head back into the lab and said.

'Hey Agarwal, the old workshop, tonight at 9.30' the sexy, delicious smirk riding up into his face, before he winked shaking his head with laughter, as he departed down the corridor.