The s*xy Naira.
Naira still nervously roamed around her room. She kept thinking and thinking. She groaned heavily and walked up to the window. Her body locked tight when she looked out. His car was parked outside.
Suddenly her heart started palpitating. Would he really leave her here ?!! He could, her mind answered in quick reply.
He had given her a free way to leave. He wasn’t really pushing into a corner and leaving her no choice. No. He never restrained. Didn’t he make it clear from the first that it would only be a pretense of a relationship.
But she couldn’t help but wonder. To be closer to a man so deeply thoughtful as he was. He was all practical and rough. So thoroughly focused in life. Working hard and earning big. He was very fierce in everything. Going after what he wanted with such sharpness. He would even chase hell to get it. What would it be like to have the love of such an enigmatic man.
And she wondered how intense his love would be if he focused all his attention to it. Her pulse quickened remembering his eyes on her. Only on her. So hawk like and intent. She drew back the curtains hastily when he froze and abruptly turned around to peer into her window. Her face heated up. Where in the world were her thoughts straying. She never realized till now she had been breathing a little heavily. Such dangerous thoughts. She hardly could handle him teasing her.
If such a thing happens of him falling for her, which was impossible though. But if it happens, then she probably would run to the hills at the first indication of a change.
She shook her head and went to her wardrobe deciding finally something. She took out a red dress. It was cinched at the waist and hung down to the knees in a billowy skirt. It was a half shoulder sleeved one.
It had been ages since she wore this. She pulled back a suitcase from the closet and threw it open on the bed. Very much hurriedly she shoved all her clothes in it. The car honked thrice. Each time he did that, she jumped in anxiety. Oh, the impossible beast. She kept muttering under her breath all the while she changed.
Naira looked at herself in the mirror.
The car honked the fourth time and Naira sighed exasperated and rolled her eyes.
She looked at herself in the mirror again. A careless shrug covered her left shoulder. She straightened the nasty locks of her hair into even tresses.
She groaned heavily and hefted up the filled suitcase off the bed and rolled it down on the floor.
Women, Karthik thought exasperated. God knows what things are needed to be packed. He had been waiting for her to come out for more than an hour. He was growing impatient by the minute looking at his watch.
Had she decided not to come after all ?!! A trickle of fear curved up his spine. But those thoughts were put to rest when he heard a movement near the front porch. He didn’t turn around.
A slow smile tugged at his lips as a deep rush of triumph pumped fast into his veins. Finally.
He turned around still smiling but his eyes widened a little looking at the ample display of pearly white skin everywhere. His head jerked back. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this, bare arms, shoulders and legs. It came as a punch of shock to his gut and also to his senses.
He glanced up into her face. She was scowling, with hair shiny smooth flowing everywhere in the breeze and the dress. He gulped hard. It showed everything that was hidden before. Now, the red dress hung low. Hung tight around the delicate tiny waist, it pushed up her chest.
The dress flowed down around her knees and left everything else bare. His eyes went down to the red ballet slippers she wore. The soles were perfectly molded into her delicate feet. He was mesmerized by the view. He couldn’t get his eyes off her. She had minimal make up around her eyes and lips, and her face shined and sparkled in blushing pink. He was so much immersed to drink in greedily her appearance that he failed to observe the withering look she gave him.
“You’re such an impatient man. Why were you honking the car ?!!” She ranted breathlessly dawning the suitcase from behind her.
Naira breathed hard while she trolleyed the suitcase out of the mansion. He had been incessantly getting on her nerves by honking the car continuously.
She ignored his frozen form on the ground and went on hefting up the luggage and putting it in the back of the car. Ungentlemen idiot. He did not even come to take the heavy luggage from her. As she turned around, she saw him still staring at her like an idiot.
“Is it not good ?!!” She asked a little hesitantly.
If he said anything bad about the dress, she was going to change it immediately. She didn’t want anymore of humiliating comments from his mouth.
He blinked at her question blankly.
“It’s just too expossive.” He replied still in that dazed voice.
“So ?!!” Naira asked raising an eyebrow.
His face changed suddenly and he grinned mischievously with twinkling light eyes.
“No. I was only appreciating your delicate structure. Haven’t you had any compliments and whistles whenever you wore this thing.” His eyes again slowly went down to her chest, and he gulped hard looking up at her. He looked like he was having difficulty in gathering up his thoughts.
“I should go change the dress.” Naira turned around hearing the a note of sarcasm and a mock in his voice.
He caught her upper arm and pulled her body up into his chest. She stared surprised into his smiling face.
“Did you dress up for me ?!!” He asked her in a low husky whisper.
Naira tried to push away but he only tightened his wrist more around her arms.
“No.” She denied.
Though her face reddened in mortification at his heated stare.
“Really ?!!” He asked her again, drawing her even more closer and leaning his head down to her eye level.
“Stop it.” She mumbled irritated, of how she sounded not firm but breathless and weak.
“Tell me. Did you think of me while wearing this dress ?!!” He prodded again, trying to make her feel more embarrassed than before.
Naira pursed her lips and retorted back in a firm angry tone.
“I dressed up for myself. It’s not for anyone’s benefit or yours. Now let go, you’re hurting me.” She bit out flailing her arms and struggling more.
He loosened his hold on her upper arm and Naira breathed a relief.
“There. It wasn’t so hard, was it ?!!” He said softly again.
She glanced up into his clear brown eyes frowning.
“What ?!!” she asked.
He smiled and moved back a little to observe her face.
” To accept your choice to wear whatever you wish to. You don’t have to ask me if you look good. Learn to be confident in your decisions. You don’t have to get influenced by anyone’s censor or mock.” He muttered calmly.
Why did she feel that, he was talking about something else too. Like how she was hesitant in general. In her work at the workshop and dance. How she so strongly wanted to pursue her dream of being a professional dancer but yet wasn’t sure about it !!
She searched into his eyes trying to see, but he only stared back dead serious into her wide eyes.
Of course, he was right. She mustn’t get frightened. If at all she gave freedom to such negativity from around her, it will never let her do as her heart says. She shouldn’t get influenced by him or any other person. Of her choices or decisions.
Precap : Punctured and Locked !!
So how was this Chapter ?!!
Karthik trying to make Naira more confident about her dreams and ambitions. Though not directly but indirectly. Well you can imagine Naira wearing one of the dresses that she wore during the switzerland track in this Chapter.
Also I would again like to state that this story is an adaptation of two of my favourite novels and I have added some parts of my own. To all the people who think that they have already read such story before, I have mentioned this in the first Chapter itself. I am not revealing the names of the novels as I don’t want to spoil the suspense. Will surely tell the names when this FF ends !!
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