MishBir SS : Summer Of Love

Chapter 5: The Attraction Combustion

Near the beach

"What the hell Kuhu? Tu aise kaise mujhe yaha chodke, car leke chali gayi?"Mishti snaps and cuts the call in anger.
"Suno!" Abir called out from behind. She turns towards him, and watches him run towards her. He was still shirtless. 'Ugh. Doesn't he own a shirt?' - she thought.
"So.. you left your bag." he handed her the bag.
"Ohh. Umm.. thanks?" she whispers and looks inside her bag to check.
"Thank God I brought my wallet with me." she murmurs to herself and starts searching for an auto.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked hesitantly.
"No, I will manage." she instantly replied. She did not want to take any help from him, especially when she was getting distracted by his barebody.
His phone buzzes and he picks up the call. It was Kunal asking him to drop Mishti home, since he had taken their car, kidnapping Kuhu. Abir comes near her slowly, while she eyes his behavior suspiciously. He bends down near her face, only inches apart, intimidating her by his intense brown eyes.
"Nanko ka instructions hai... to drop you home." he murmurs.
Before she could give a reply he takes her hand in his and drags her along to his car. Mishti, who would normally have beaten him up till now for his behavior found herself dumb struck. She sits inside the car without rebellion and recalls his intent look.

[ FLASHBACK :

She presses his wound to stop the blood from oozing out and slowly wraps a cloth around it. She could feel his deep stare on her which was making her more nervous. While aiding his wound, she constantly glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, and each time she looked she caught him gawking at her.
"Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything." he chuckled.
"Stop looking at me like that!" she blurted.
"Like what?" he smirked.
She glowers at him and rolls her eyes in annoyance, continuing her work in his arms.
"Why can't you just admit it, I am irresistible." he teased furtheron.
She had had enough of his nonsense especially when he was speaking the truth. She pushes him, but his other hand holds hers, and she falls on top of him on the ground. Her hair falls messily on his face, and he closes his eyes to breath in its scent. She looks up at him - her hair was on his face -, at once she removes it and he opens his eyes finally. As his sight catches hold of her, she fumbles with her hair and it falls on him again, he raises his hands at the same time she does.
Their fingers touch slightly, and she could swear to God at that moment she felt something. She couldn't place it into terms but it was some familiarity, some comfort or some kind of a connection. He tucks her hair behind her ears and his fingers linger on her cheeks for few more seconds than it was needed. His gentle touch on her skin made her heart flutter, her eyes drop down so that he could not look into her heart which could give away her feelings.
But destiny had other plans for her - as she struggled harder to get up she kept falling back on top of him again and again.
"Wow, this is a perfect moment for me to get clumsy!" - she thought. Finally he holds her by her shoulders to make her stop; he rolls her over on the ground while she eyed him nervously. He grins looking at her embarrassed face, and then gets up. "She's adorable." - he thought. He gives his hand to her for support and helps her to get up.
"I...I..I'm going to sleep" she fumbles and walks hurriedly towards the other room. She closes the door behind her and bangs the back of her head on the door as she leaned on it. She closes her eyes and calms down her heart rate which had indeed exceeded its normal level. She recalls his zealous stare on her, his stroke on her face, the proximity of his bare body, his adoring smile and how much she was attracted to him at that moment!! She bangs her fist on the door and curses him as she walks towards the bed.]

The traffic horns bring her back to reality, she rolls down her window and curses the driver of the car behind them. Abir immediately rolls up the window, and she turns around angrily to glare at him,
"What do you think you are doing?" he hissed at her.
"Red signal hai, shayad peeche wala driver blind hai -" she said misplacing her annoyance. Meanwhile, the driver from the car behind walks up to Abir's side of the window and knocks.
"I don't want to create any chaos in the middle of the road here, so just shut up!" he snaps. He rolls down his window and gasps in surprise. He was expecting to face an angry man but instead it was a girl, and boy! she was pretty.
"Hi there.." he said in his husky voice, lowering his sunglasses and flashing his teeth.
"Any problem?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"Depends.. if you are the solution then definitely, I have a problem." he winks at her. Mishti was stunned listening to him flirt with the girl. She turns her face to the other side, rolling her eyes in disgust.
The girl chuckles and observes Mishti beside him, Abir notices her looking at Mishti and he cuts in,
"I have to apologize on her behalf, actually it's a sad story.." he said.
"Sad story?" the girl repeated.
"Yeah.." he indicates her to come closer. She bends down, and he whispers in her ears,
"She has temperament issues, just got released from the mental hospital. I am sure you can understand.."
"Ohh!! I am so sorry." she sympathises and holds his shoulder to console. He makes a sad face, keeping on the façade of his drama.
Mishti spots the girl touching him from the corner of her eyes, she could see that the girl was very much fascinated by him.
"The traffic light is green..." started an annoyed Mishti.
"I am so sorry dear, I hope you get well soon" the girl said to Mishti. Mishti was puzzled with her comment and then she looked fiercely at Abir. "He must have said something!" - she thought.
"How dare you? I..." she fumes in anger and notices that the girl was eyeing him with glee and he was still shirtless!
Abir loses his cool stance and signals the girl to leave, she gives him a sympathetic pat on his shoulder before walking away. He rolls up his window and ignites the engine of the car.
"Tum koi model ho??"
"Salman Khan ho?"
"Well, hu nahi but.." he says casually.
"Koi club ke stripper ho?"
"What?" he was confused.
"Toh tumhari shirt kaha hai?" she uttered all of a sudden in anger.