"Sandhir-One Shots from Sadda Haq"

Dreams Come True - A Sequel to "The Confession"

Rushing down the corridor seemed like the safest option at that instant. The best actually, to evade his smirk, his wink, hell! Everything to do with him. It was so not like her. Daydreaming, black shirt, Randhir?! What next his shirtless hot body?

Wait! Oh my god I just didn't think about that' Sanyukta said to herself mentally kicking tripping and doing all kinds of messy shit in her head. No, that evil boy was getting the better of her rational self! Who gave him the right to look so hot in black! No one did! She felt like hitting her head against the wall as her thoughts kept on turning towards Randhir Singh Shekahwat just like that stupid  song Teri Ore'

Yuck! No ways! Now because of him my analogies have come down to bollywood songs?

Sanyukta shut her eyes in frustration. She decided thqt going back to her room probably wasn't a very good option. Cause she had all the chances to fall asleep as soon as she sat or lay down on the bed and sleep meant, Randhir!

No, she would go to the old workshop. If she stayed among machines then she would definitely forget RANDHIR.

She changed the course of her direction and headed towards the old workshop. The door was slightly ajar and a gentle push made room for her to enter. The room had a tense and musty silence about it. Probably because it didn't have the privilege of students using it. But now she would make this upset little room happy by working here.

And just like that her sub-conscious mind rolled her eyes spoke Like you're doing a big favour to it'

Sanyukta gave her subconscious a glare and felt around for the switch-board.

Her eyes weren't able to adjust to the dark, but they were able to adjust themselves on his black shirt.

Her subconscious smirked and she stomped her foot in frustration at the direction of her thoughts. She noticed suddenly that far off corner of the room, like in a secluded part a dim light flickered. Oh! Who was there? Maybe the peon's cleaning up' she thought.

She let her bag drop down to the floor as she decided to go ask the person present where the tool-box was. Her breath hitched, stopped no wait! It just vanished when she saw the shirtless form engrossed in the part of the machine kept on the work table. She gulped when his muscles flexed and her eyes turned to liquid jelly, if such a thing was possible as she traced the fine set of biceps. Beads of sweat and spots of grease adorning his torso and biceps like precious jewellery. In all the sight before her was nothing short of Adonis in FITE'

He felt the presence of some-one else apart from him and looked up to meet the eyes of the girl -who -had- no- idea -that- her- mouth- was -hanging -open.'

He slowly smirked as he strained up, bringing his exposed torso, to complete view. And Sanyukta swore that she sucked her breath a little too raspily in just like those cheap heroines did in adult films. God was she not mortified!

He was skilfully moving the wrench around his index finger. So...Miss Engineer, we meet again'

Sanyukta was sure that she had lost her ability to breathe let alone hold up a sane conversation.

He left his work-station and walked towards her. Day-dreaming in PKC's class huh?' he said now circling her slowly like a an animal ready to pounce on its hypnotised prey. She gulped as she took in the scent of his deo, sweat and grease! Boy it was a racy scent that had all her nerve endings turned on. She loved that manly scent about him.

I didn't know you liked black that much' he said whispering slowly in her ear. She shuddered as his breath tingled the nape of her neck. God! Now she was trapped. And suddenly, just like that she found her voice and said,