It's been a week...
Abir's restlessness at the delay of the flight at Pearson's Terminal was matching with his whole demeanor in that week..
Oh God..! Why didn't he go back home with....he sighed..her.!
Piya..and Nirmala aunty..!!
His plan was to transfer her the responsibilities of the hotel complex and return home..
To her..
But Nirmala aunty had planned to stay there a few days..!
And that just derailed his dreams..he had to send Mark ahead to New York for handling the office he was assumed to rejoin..
Piya had pleaded with him ...she had said her mom was suspecting that she was fooling her and was on a mission to catch her duplicity..
He had warned Piya that this had gone far and he had helped her beyond their professional and personal relationship..
Piya had looked contrite and pleaded for some more time to come clean with her mom..and he was detained there instead of making things clear with Mishti...
Oh...how she withered him with a look...
The fire in her eyes,..
Some times glowing..
Some times.. bright..
Some times.warm..
Sometimes..fiery,.and ...
That time.... scroching...
It burned a hole in him to leave her that way...but both had to take into consideration the effort being put by others to make the event a memorable one...
Hell of a memorable day ..
seconds...even..!
He kissed her!!!
He had tried to talk to her after the event..corner her during the buffet.....but ..she was kind of glued to his mother..
Knowingly or unknowingly seeking her protection...?
Oh ..God...was she scared of him now?
When one would think in her shoes she had all the right to be scared and stay away from him..
He had to go full cave man on her ...
Have you heard of subtlety !.You moron..!
Like. ...taking things slow??...the very advice You were giving Mishti before you lost control..??
The voice in his head incessantly berated him all the days...
Abir had given himself a tight slap..
He had relived every moment of their passion countless times and his only regret was surprisingly the rough way he kissed her...
She was still the girl who looked up at him...and instead of feeling protected..he scared her.
But ..Oh boy..!...but didn't his Mishti match him in her reciprocation...!!
He had felt her fingers fisting his hair..her arms encircling his neck in a tight embrace, and her lips moving in sync with his ...
And that was the last ray of hope he had...
Numerous times he had the urge to call her ..but.. stopped himself.. what if she rejected his calls...?
What he wanted to tell her should be said to her face...and he can't wait anymore...
He looked at his watch impatiently...at this rate he is going to miss dinner at home..
