Chapter 9: Kiss Me, Kiss Me Not

Shivaay checked the arrangements of the stay. Few of his selective staff members were staying at the venue along with him so that work doesn't cease. Khanna was so reliable. He made sure her room was just next to his, without even taking those orders. He checked in to check her room while she was downstairs seeing off the 'bhaiyas' she befriended while on work today.

Not that he thought they would require separate rooms. After all last two nights, i.e since they met, they've been sleeping together, like literally! In his car/ in his farmhouse, who knows next would be in his hotel room? The room already smelled like her, which meant she already visited, he moved around the room and as expected it was a mess. He peered through the half-open cupboard, careful that everything should look untouched, he saw a bright pink bra hanging out the drawer. The perfect bra for perfect cups, before he could enjoy the ride in his wild imaginations, she cleared her throat. A 360° turn of emotions, lust to adoration, she looked so cute in those Mikey mouse matching t-shirt and pajamas. He wanted to engulf her in a bear hug and kiss her forehead. And then...

She cleared her throat again. "I'm sleepy, get to bed please."

As he began leaving, he came close to her, "Don't kiss me"

He was shocked! He had no intention to! Why did she say so? He gave a confused look to her and he left. She slammed the door shut and facepalmed. "Shit shit shit, I went ahead of myself again, didn't I?" He was not going to kiss her. Why would he? Who would get turned on by a girl wearing Mickey mouse to sleep? But she was. She was everything more than turned on. She could smell that after shower and the saw those biceps peeping out through the half-sleeved T-Shirt. He should more often wear minimal clothing, such a pleasure to eyes and uhm.. let's not mention what he was. She said what she said cos she wanted what she said she didn't want.

Ughhh!!

Shivaay couldn't sleep. Did his actions make him appear sleazy? Was he behaving desperately around her? He just let himself lose and his feelings take control. Was he going too overboard? Why did she say so? Or did she feel she is doomed? A lot of her actions were directed that way. She was such a mystery!

He gelled up his hair and promised himself he would avoid self-initiated proximity. He would not throw any hints that would drive her away. It was not always her body he craved for, it was her, her presence, her innocence! He came out to get himself some coffee and was amazed at the way the preparations had picked pace. The tents and the decorations were almost done. "Oh hello, kanji aankh!" He knew she might be somewhere up so he searched up following the voice. Expected. She was struggling with lights. Damn! She was wearing a crop top and tight leggings. I'll have to control my lusting body he concluded. He turned around. "Oh hello, yes you!" he looked up gesturing questioningly. "Kanji aankh? What in the world is that?"

"Forget that, pass me that thing over there, I don't know what you guys call in your urban language".

Aah. A screwdriver! He passed it to her. He then searched the net for Kanji meaning. He was so delighted at what he found -- colorful eyes. She noticed his eyes. He wasn't the only one freaking out about her features! She was climbing down the bamboo framework as he noticed a drop of sweat rolling down her neck and to her cleavage. He gulped. His breath hitched.

"Even if she perspires, I can't respire" he murmured and started laughing on his silly joke to himself.

"Sorry Sir, not funny at all, but keep trying. I'm sure you'll get better.".

Did Khanna just taunt him? Did he just say a third-class line and got shamed about it by Khanna? And why isn't his temper soaring high inspite? "Fuck you hormones! My mood swings are worse than a PMSing woman!"

She saw his figure retreat. She was disheartened. He didn't even wait for her to come down. But it was her fault. His reaction to yesterday was completely just. She went to his room. He was pacing to and fro fingers clutching his hair. She knocked on the door,

"Shivaay"

He looked at her and hurriedly turned around. His back facing her now. "Yes, tell me?"

"Most of the preparations are done. Only the personalization are left. If you could let me know who you have arranged to felicitate..."

Damn... Shivaay had completely forgotten about it. How could he forget to arrange someone to felicitate?

"Actually its an engagement. Yess. Engagement that's right. Exactly."

He mentally slapped himself. Oh god if last night's blunder wasn't enough, he was going to create a mess in someone else's life too. He was so frustrated he let out a frustrated groan.

Annika felt a rush of guilt wash over her. She knew it was all her fault. She took a minute to admire how perfectly his black shirt fit him. She loved it when his clothes made his packs visible. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him. She realized the more she distanced him from her, the more she felt that emotional and sexual frustration, the more it affected the way they bonded. She couldn't concentrate and he was losing focus too.

"What is it?" She asked shooing away her concerns.

"Why did you behave that way last night Annika?"

Those words left his mouth before he even opened his mouth to say something. This didn't make sense but at least he felt so!

She went straight to him and pulled him by his collar, as close as she could. Their heat uniting once again. Fire igniting once again. Wasting a second would be waiting for eternity. She tilted her head and kissed him. She kissed him to make up for yesterday's sin.

She kissed him for the way he made her feel at the beach. She kissed him like that's the only reason for her being. What else was she living for? At least at that moment! But.

He didn't respond. He stood still. A little shook, a little numb, and a hell lot aroused. He stood still not breaking his promise to himself. She pulled apart and connected their foreheads, "kiss me Shivaay, Kiss Me!" With the green signal finally shining bright over Shivaay's desires, he wasted no time in obliging. He didn't care why she did what she did last night. Maybe she is just as conflicted as he is.

Her world spun around as his lips met hers again. Oh what he could do, that electrifying, gravity-defying things happening inside her, all by his mere touch, his single kiss. As he deepened the kiss, she felt her darkest fears illuminate, her inner desires unleash, and an unreal growing attachment to life. She now wanted to live, she now wanted to feel, she now wanted to Love. Was that possible?