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|Dolls created by Jayashree Karthik|
Neither of them spoke a word as Ranveer drove his BMW to his house. There was a lot of traffic anyway and the driving required all of his concentration. He did not notice Chanda giving him surreptitious looks from the corner of her eyes.
While Chanda felt shy with Ranveer, she was also totally enamoured by him. Just a few days back she had been wondering what it would be like to be kissed by Ranveer. It looked like she was going to find out soon. A fine tremor shook her body as excitement flowed within her. Her pulse beat a powerful tattoo while she impatiently waited for them to reach his row house.
Ranveer opened the door and tossed his bag impatiently on the table near the entrance while shutting the entrance door at the same time. He took Chanda’s bag and put it down beside his own and turned towards her. The next minute he had pushed her up against the wall and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
His heart beat hard and fast as he did his best to control his raging libido. He had to keep reminding himself that she was very young but the come-hither looks that she had been tossing him over the past few days were finally making him come apart.
Chanda raised her hands to place them on his shoulders. His muscles felt rigid and she ran her hands soothingly over them without even being aware of what she was doing, but it felt good. She could feel Ranveer’s hot breath and the slight rasp of his hair roughened cheeks on her neck and the combination excited her too much. She brought her hands down to his back to gather him close.
Ranveer shuddered with the myriad sensations that flooded his system as he felt Chanda’s soft body close to his own. He lifted his head to look down at her. Chanda opened her eyes to see Ranveer’s handsome face so close to her own. She could not resist going on her tiptoes and placing her lips to his masculine cheek. Ranveer felt her soft lips against his face and melted. He lifted her bodily and carried her over to the sofa and sat down, placing her on his lap.
Ranveer traced the perfect oval of Chanda’s soft face with his index finger. Chanda savoured the sensation, her eyes closed. The black eyes opened suddenly when she felt his finger trace the shape of her lips. His touch was erotic and Chanda could not resist kissing his finger. Ranveer smiled as he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips.
He pressed his lips ever so gently against Chanda’s rosy mouth. And he continued to study the outline of her lips with his tongue now. A fine tremor shook Chanda’s body as her nerve-endings woke up with a vengeance. She had never been kissed before.
Ranveer raised his head to look at Chanda. Unable to meet his sharp gaze, Chanda buried her face on his broad chest. She could feel his heart thudding heavily and realized that she was affecting him almost as much as he did her. Her arms went around him as she settled more comfortably on Ranveer’s lap.
Ranveer held her close with his left arm while he ran the fingers of his right hand through her silky hair, massaging her scalp gently. He seemed to know all her sensitive chords. His hand moved down to pull the zipper of her leather jacket. She allowed him to take it off before pulling at the zip of his corduroy jacket. While Ranveer kept drinking in her beauty, Chanda refused to meet his knowing eyes.
A firm finger went under her chin to lift her face up. “What’s it, Chanda? Don’t you want to look at me?” he asked.
Chanda’s eyelids lifted with great difficulty as if they were weighed down by a heavy weight. She shook her head as she replied, “Of course not.”
Ranveer grinned, his face transformed. “You mean of course you don’t want to look at me?” he asked, tongue-in-cheek, quite confident about his handsome looks.
Chanda blushed and smiled at the same time. “Ranveer!” she shook her head at him, “you know I did’nt mean that.”
“So tell me, what did you mean?” he asked, quite persistent.
How could she tell him that she felt shy of the way he looked at her with such intensity in his chocolate brown eyes? No way was she going to admit that.
Chanda looked at Ranveer’s face, her eyes tracing the classic lines the same way that his finger had traced hers. What would he say if she did exactly that? Chanda acted before she thought further.
Ranveer was pleasantly surprised when she raised her index finger to check out his features. The slim finger traced his hairline from left to right and then she drew the finger over his thick, dark eyebrows. His eyes closed when she ran the same finger over his eyelids and then over his sharp nose. Her left hand joined in the quest as she rubbed her palms over his cheeks, enjoying the tingle of a day’s growth of beard. Chanda brought both her thumbs to trace the shape of Ranveer’s lips.
“Do you smoke?”
“Huh?” Ranveer’s bloodshot eyes opened suddenly at that strange question. He had been in a trance enjoying her caress and had been quite startled at the query. It took him a minute to understand what she had asked. While he worked hard at gathering his thoughts, Chanda was looking at him curiously.
Finally comprehending her words, he replied, “I used to. Why?”
“I thought your lips were dark, you know – that of a smoker.”
“And when and why were you thinking of my lips?” asked Ranveer, a teasing smile on the said lips.
A wild blush stole over Chanda’s cheeks as she removed her hands from his face in a hurry. She tried to get out of his hold only to find his arms tighten around her. Ranveer pulled her close as he said, “You understand that I have no objection to that, I hope.”
She looked at him, startled. What did he not object to? Seeing her frown, Ranveer elaborated, “you thinking about my lips, of course.”
Chanda realized that she was not going to get away with that and decided to turn the tables on him. She raised her arms to put them around his neck and pulled his head down as she whispered in his ear, “I’m glad you don’t as I think of them all my waking hours.”