Spies & Spice - A Web Of Lies (Completed)

Closer

As Victor pressed Sharmila's hand into his, the restlessness and anxiety he felt all morning as he watched her getting treated came down. But soon, another shocking sensation hit him, for which he wasn't prepared for.

A sense of familiarity and belonging. As if this is how it was always meant to be.

Him and her... them.

Without a thought, he raised her hand to his cheeks and pressed it, watching her eyes register his gesture with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

He could read her eyes and everything she was trying to hide from him, but what if she can understand the turmoil he was going through? Was he so desperate to be bonded with someone, that he is imagining this with the first girl he was emotionally drawn to?

He sighed and closed his eyes, as he gently moved his cheek against her hand, which was warm and smooth just as he expected it to be. Would she feel the same way if he caressed her smooth cheeks with his rough hands? Definitely not!! Maybe he can hug her gently and comfort her, make her open up to him and share her inner most thoughts, just the way he wanted to. He pressed her hand against his cheek which drew a soft gasp from her. He wondered how she would react he kissed her hand, not just her hand but her...

This was crazy!!

He had never given much thought about any girl, let alone think of what sort of a relationship he would like to have, if he happened to find someone. So why was he deep diving into this unknown with his eyes closed, as if he knew this is exactly what he was supposed to do, all along. They haven't even gone on a date or spent some private moments together. What was it with Misha that he feels so sure and natural that his mind and heart are racing way ahead of reality? Was it based on his assumption that she understands him better than anyone else? She would probably freak out if she comes to know what his thoughts are about her right now.

He never felt this calm and content except when he returned home, and watched his mother smile.

Would he and Misha welcome each other with a warm hug, sometime in the future and feel at home?

Whoaaa!! Stop right there!

As he tried to calm his wild thoughts, he felt her other hand on his neck and he opened his eyes reluctantly, hoping desperately that his eyes won't betray him.

Sharmila was surprised how gentle his touch was but there was something else, his eyes.... They were trying to say something, and before she could understand what it was, he closed his eyes.

Maybe it was good... that way he wouldn't notice how flushed her cheeks have become, as she felt the contours of his jaw and face through her fingertips. She could almost hear and feel his erratic breath against her hand and a sweet ache engulfed her, as well as a sudden urge to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Maybe then, she would feel content and blissful, and everything else that her heart was craving for.

Girl... get a grip on yourself, an inner voice reprimanded her. She tried hard to rein in her emotions and pulsing heartbeat, before she succumbed and made a fool of herself. As if to test her further, he pressed her hand against his jaw and she couldn't stop herself from gasping.

Her free hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved towards his hair but the plaster on his wounded forehead put a stop to her wild thoughts. As she withdrew her hand, she noticed that his movements have paused, as if he got lost in his thoughts, just like her.

Hesitantly, she touched his neck, but before she could speak, she was shocked to see the conflict and vulnerability in his eyes!

"What's the matter Victor?" She whispered.