《Living My Fantasy》53. Moment
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I woke up and it took me a moment to realize my surrounding, after opening my eyes I found out that I am sleeping on Sanam! I tried to sit up but his arms were holding me firmly, which felt so warm and good. I looked up at him, he was sleeping peacefully, without any worry or stress, and seeing him like that, a smile spread on my lips. Its been days since I saw him like this.
I noticed that it was not only his embrace that kept me warm but a warm jacket was kept over us as well.
After taking a look at it I realized it belonged to "Samar."
He must have seen us like this! Oh God! I chuckled thinking what his reaction would have been. Shoving his imaginary reaction off my head, I resumed with sinking in the charm of his face. I moved my hand through his hair. So soft. And I realized that I have touched his hair for the first time in these years. I stretched a little and pecked his jaw line, where I was able to reach.
He flickered his eyes open. Shit! I woke him up!
He looked down at me with his puffy eyes. I bit my bottom lips "Sorry... Didn't mean to wake you up."
He left out a soft chuckle and I smiled goofily, our eyes locked with each other. My heart rate was going crazy and I didn't even know why and his was going as crazy as mine, I knew it because I was literally lying on him.
I gulped the dryness of my throat. His gaze was piercing deep through my soul.
"Stop looking at me like that." He said in hushed voice which gave me goosebumps. I didn't reply nor did I shift my eyes from his. It was like, my mind was frozen and it didn't know how to react.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to stop all stupid thoughts running inside!
But my frozen mind jilted as someone gave a high voltage electric shock when I felt his lips on mine.
My body was leaning on him, motionless. He shifted his position and I was resting on couch with his one arm holding me and other supporting his weight. My hands moved from his torso to back of his neck.
We pulled back out of breath seeking for air. After what seems like forever, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me and removing the strands of my hair from my face. My body shivers with the contact of his fingers with my skin.
I moved my fingers in his hair, feeling its silkiness. He held my hand, stopping me from touching his hair, I scrunched my eyebrows at him and he smiled bringing my hands to his lips. I blushed red, what's happening man?!
My hands were craving to touch him. I straightened my palms and caressed his cheek. He leaned in again, closing the distance between us, he kissed my forehead and cheeks before his lips find mine again. I returned his kiss with same passion.
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I was loosing myself to him, giving in completely. My mind wasn't taking in anything except for the closeness of his warm body with mine. Neither of us seemed ready to move away from each other. He broke the kiss and travelled down to my jaw to neck, leaving soft pecks on the way, I cocked my head in reflex of his kisses.
This is going somewhere. Stop it before you regret. My inner voice warned me but my body wasn't in my control.
Moving apart from me, he stood up holding my and I followed, our eyes never leaving each other as we climbed up the stairs leading to his room. Closing the door behind, he pulled me to him, hugging me from behind. He shifted my whole hair on left side, exposing my skin and leaving warm, soft kisses there. I threw my head back, melting in warmness of his strong arms, I turned to face him, his arms still encircling me. My breaths were shallow as I moved fingertips on his face. He kissed my fingertips when it was near his lips.
I tiptoed, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaving trails of kisses on his cheeks and jaw line. He spun and my back collided with the wall. I gasped at the sudden contact of my skin with cold surface. He chuckled softly, interlacing our hands and pinning it above my head.
I was looking at him nervously, my heart beating wildly inside my rib cage, my breathing rate was nowhere to be called normal. He leaned his kissing the crook of my neck, which sent shivers to my spine.
As much as my mind was telling me to stop, my body wasn't ready to move away from his warm touch. With my closed eyes and hands wandering on his back, I was loosing my senses.
He stumbled back as we heard the knock on his door and Samar calling his name from other end. I walked a little away from him, my knees were trembling as I took a hold on wall to steady myself. My face was flushed.
"Sanam?! " Samar called again.
"Uh.. Haa Samar.. One second. " Sanam replied in between is rugged breath.
I turned back to take a look at him, his eyes were closed as he rubbed his face with his palm and walked to open the door.
I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm myself. What would have happened if we weren't interrupted by Samar? I gulped in nervousness thinking about the otherwise.
"Sanam, Keshav is waiting for you downstairs. " Samar informed.
"Yeah.. I'm coming. Give me few moments." He replied.
"Oh! Warisha is here as well. " Samar noticed my presence "chalo acha hai. Aaj saath hi nikal jana jogging partners. " Samar laughed "chehra chupane ki kasam khai hai? " he joked when I didn't turn after his sentence addressed to me.
"Samar! Kuch bhi matlab!" I smiled turning to face him.
"Main fresh hokar aya." Sanam said and left Samar and me behind.
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"Your phone. " Samar held my cell, flashing his warm smile "Harshita was calling you, I guess."
I took my phone from him, I was feeling really embarrassed to stand in front of him because of what I was doing moments before he arrived.
"Ah.. I think she's back. She must be waiting. " I said impatiently passing through him.
"Aray.. Araam se! " Samar exclaimed but I was in hurry to get out from here.
"Hi shorty!" K.D cheered.
I smiled at him nervously "hi... And bye. Ha-harshi is waiting. "
"Wait for two minutes. Sanam aur main bhi to-"
I cut his words "She must be tired. Bye! See y'all soon! " and with that I ran out from his apartment.
My mind was disoriented all through my walk from his apartment to mine. When I entered my apartment, Harshita popped in front of me "Phone utha bhi liya karo! " she spat and then only I realized that my phone was ringing all the while.
"Oh! Sorry.. " I mumbled. My mind wasn't at peace, it kept on replaying my moment with Sanam.
"Harshita, main.. I'm not feeling well. Tu mujhe 11 k pehle utha dena. I have rehearsals with AM. " I blurted. She gave me a curious look but decided to remain quite and nodded "okay."
I walked to my room and no matter how hard I tried, but still I wasn't able to sleep. Somehow, four hours passed and I got to get fresh at 9 in morning and got out from my room.
Preparing a quick breakfast for myself and Harshita, I ate my part and left a note for her before leaving for my rehearsal with Armaan.
I took a cab to reach there. I decided to check out my social media accounts on my way and reply to some. When I reached there, I came to know that SANAM also have their workshop for their new video.
"BOOO! " I shrieked at the noise and saw Armaan laughing his life out.
"Armaan! " I said through gritted teeth and hitting him with my handbag "you! I'll kill you! "
"Phele yeh video complete karle? Baad mein mujhe maar lena." He held my purse.
"Nice idea." I sighed and together we walked to our assigned room where Remo Sir was waiting for us or better, where we are waiting for him.
After fifteen minutes of our arrival, Remo Sir came in through the door and finishing our greeting session, we started our rehearsal.
We did some stretching exercise and then got busy with our steps. All of us were laughing hard when we weren't able to do our step and ending up with awkward body pose or falling hard on bum.
"Hold her from shoulder! " Remo sir commanded.
"Remo! Yeh hil rahi hai.. Not my fault! " Armaan complained.
"How can I dance without moving? " I laughed earning glares from both. "Okay sorry!" I flashed a silly smile taking my position. Armaan stood behind me, sliding his arm around my shoulder. The music was played and we continued our rehearsal.
Sanam's POV
With the knock on my door, my mind was back to senses and I stumble back on realizing what I was doing. She walked a little away from. She was shivering. I closed my eyes, rubbing by face with my hands.
"Sanam?!" Samar called again, I replied and went to open the door.
Trust me, facing Samar was something that was on bottom of my list right now. When I opened the door he told me that Keshu was waiting for me. I asked him to tell him to wait. It was then he noticed Warisha's presence in my room.
She was still facing her back towards us. I wanted to know what was running in her may mind. Samar was telling her something which my mind didn't register as it was to messed up. I excused myself and got inside washroom to freshen up.
When she closed her eyes while resting on me, I found her so beautiful and innocent that I couldn't stop myself from kissing her but I didn't know that we will end up like this. If it wasn't for Samar, we wouldn't have realized what were we doing.
After completing my jog session with Keshav and as I expected, she didn't join us today, I completed all my routine and then we all left for studio where we going to meet the model of our new video. As we are doing this album under a label, it's them who are choosing most of things for us and that's something I don't like.
"Sanam, you okay?" Keshav asked.
"Yeah... I am."
"No he isn't. " Samar looked back through passenger seat "he had to sleep on sofa whole night."
"Oh yeah! I forgot! Such a cute couple they are." Keshav laughed and I kept looking at him confusedly "what?"
They laughed again "Haven't you checked whatsapp yet?"
"No... " I replied taking out my phone and saw lined up messages on our group. I opened the conversation and scrolled through Awwwwss and cute comments by Remy and Suman, I found mine and Warisha's picture and the memories came back again.
"Samar... " I sighed. Both of them kept passing some comments on our way and I chose to keep quiet.
When we reached there, we kept on waiting for the model. How unprofessional.
We were discussing the concept of our video. Which was based on lost love and what happens when they found each other. I smiled as I remembered those 3 years where I didn't had any clue about Warisha's whereabouts.
I heard the door cracked open and our director announced "oh! Here she is! "
"I am so sorry sir! Trust me I was caught up in traffic. " The sweet voice spoke.
I turned my chair to see her. Still the same. My mind froze after seeing her as she gracefully waved at our direction giving her heartwarming smile.
"Hi SANAM boys."
P. S- Had the best birthday ever!!! 😍😍😛
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