Plainly With A Twist!

Tantalizing the queen

Dinner was a silent affair. Meera ate her dinner hastily to get back to her chat. She didn't show any signs of contempt or irritation at Eshaan, just ignored him casually, which was scarier for Eshaan than if she had been pissed off.

Whenever he tried to initiate a conversation or casually brush his hands with her, she just gave curt dead-ended replies and showed no reaction to his advances.

It was never lost on Eshaan, that the day Meera behaves with him the way he did with her it would not go down well with him. in the past she was always the one to initiate conversation and take interest in his day to day activities but he never reciprocated her efforts and today he could see just how hurtful it was to be at the receiving end of such nonchalance.

Thus, he had decided to spark the interest in her. he was not going to give in to her desires so soon but he would beguile her with the possibilities. Little does he know, that Meera was already fascinated by him, without him ever doing anything, and tonight she had just taken a break from trying make sense of their messed up situation and give both of them the much needed space.

Not thinking about long term effects of his action he sets on to work on his plan. They had finished their dinner and now Meera was lying in the bed busy on her mobile. Eshaan had offered her to watch a movie but as was the norm for the today's evening, she didn't show any interest and politely refused.

Despite the cold response, Eshaan was not deterred. He went to the washroom to freshen up and remove his shirt and came back to bed in just shorts. Crawling back into the comforter, he peaked into Meera's mobile to see if see if she was still chatting. To his relief and amusement, she was not chatting but playing the popular video game 2048, with utmost concentration.

"Meera, this is such an old game. Why are you playing it now?"

Meera huffs at the comment and shifts her attention towards the source of interruption. As her attention veers from the game, her olfactory senses register a soft masculine scent, while her ocular senses sense a sight that would have made her jump onto the man in front of her with lust if not for her pledge to be aloof with him.

"yeah I like playing it. do you have a problem with it?"

"no... by the way how many have you won so far? because you see I won so many times and so easily that I find it boring now." Eshaan settles down comfortably on his front and head resting on his forearm, looking down on Meera. The position gave her goose bumps even though no part of him was touching her, only his breath was fanning her face ever so gently. Unfortunately for Meera, it was not stinking, in fact the minty fragrance made her want to go closer to its source.

"ummm... good for you but I haven't had such success so I am going to keep trying my luck tonight." Meera manages to somehow string the words to form a sentence without sounding confounded.

"okay then, let me help you. I will show you how to win." Without warning he snatched her phone from her hand and pulled her closer by the waist. The jerk causing Meera to come on top of Eshaan with her hair covering her face which was only inches apart from his.

Smirking, Eshaan kept her phone away and holding her waist with one hand he proceeds to remove her hair from her face with the other.

Meera looks like a deer caught in the highlights, her body was frozen with anticipation, her eyes wide and lips quivering slightly. As Eshaan proceeded to reduce the distance between their faces, a battle ensues in Meera's mind.

What's happening?!! This is wrong! This must be stopped

But it feels so good. Let it continue.

By then Eshaan had begun kissing her softly yet sensuously. His style was very different from her and to her disbelief, Meera found it to be better than hers and she preferred it too. his one hand roamed on her back, only exploring the decent recesses of her body. It never strayed to any place that would make the alarms in her mind go off for its suddenness. Meanwhile his other hand massaged her head in a feathery touch. The embrace is warm and comfortable, without a hint of passion or any firmness in his hold, Eshaan managed to fuel her desires and fantasies.

Beneath her fingers, Meera feels the smooth skin of his bare chest and his heart beating as peacefully as ever, as if kissing her was Eshaan's daily routine. On the other hand, her own heart is beating with the frequency of machine gun. Her skin is flushed and she is acutely aware of every inch that is in touch with him.

He moves to her shoulders without ever attempting to deepen the kiss, while his hands continue their decent exploration and massage. He leaves a trail of kisses on her skin, all of them superficial. The ghost like feeling makes her crazy with need. Meera's head limply falls and is buried in the crook of his neck; she is unable to make sense of her feelings and wants. His smell was intoxicating, the feel of his skin making her want more than what she was getting, a part of her; a big part of her wanting him to touch her more intimately than what he is doing. True, she preferred his style, but then she is also getting frustrated with the tantalization and wants to get more action. Out of nowhere he presses his lips a little harder on her collar bone, that makes sparks shoot through her and alerts her muddled senses. The sudden alertness makes her jerk away from him. "this is wrong! We can't do this." She whimpers.

Eshaan is not surprised at her reaction and calmly asks her, "it's okay Meera, what's wrong?

"EVERYTHING! We are leaving tomorrow, this whole trip was a failure, today was the biggest disaster ever!" she replies antagonized. "Then how can we get to this now?"

"oh really? did what happen today affect you?" Eshaan's asks, absolutely cool and composed.