“What I like most about you Raashi is that you never fail to challenge me and I can never resist a good challenge.”
16
Sameer was pursuing her, again. And Raashi knew it. Ever since she had imposed the condition on him, he hadn’t touched her, not once. They had met several times in the last two weeks in his office, mostly with his team of architects and designers. They were hardly ever alone and the times they were, he’d kept his part of the bargain. He behaved like a perfect gentleman. But he had a history with her, which meant he knew how to attract her attention. He knew just the right place to whisper behind her ear that made her shudder. He knew exactly how to be close to her without touching her that would drive her wild.
Case in point yesterday, when she had bent over a drawing, he had deliberately leaned close to her, so close that they were just a breath apart. She had not missed the way his eyes had slowly traveled from her head to her eyes and then to her lips where his eyes had lingered making her heartbeat gallop and race. His heated stare had felt like a caress.
And then there were those devastating smiles of his. He smiled at her frequently and each time that delicious cleft on his chin came into her view, she wanted to kiss it. It had been easy totell him not to touch her but she was finding it harder and harder not to touch him, herself.
He was making her want him and she was going crazy. Meeting him so frequently, talking to him freely and comfortably, laughing with him; it was all making it difficult for her to resist him. Very slowly, he was working his way into her life again and she was finding it harder and harder to keep him at bay.
And then the gifts started coming in.
Random gifts, whenever he felt like it. And those notes that he sent. Those were absolutely irresistible.
The day after she had imposed the no touch rule, he had sent her a single white rose, with a note, to her office. It read,
A peace offering! Because from now on, you will know no peace until you’re back in my arms and in my bed where you belong. Yours... Sameer.
She had been restless the whole day after reading that note. She had held that rose longer than required and had thought of him each time she saw it.
And then one day he had sent her a red velvet cup cake with the message,
Remember me, tasting your lips, when you bite into this. Have a nice day ;) Yours... Sameer.
She had avoided eating that cake for an hour until she had given into temptation and dug into it. She had smiled even more after.
The third time he had sent her a shiny red, acoustic guitar with her name engraved on it. He had remembered that she didn’t own a guitar anymore. Her heart had soared.
She had lifted the guitar from its case and immediately tuned it and played a few chords. And then she remembered the note. His note. She looked everywhere for it, but could not find it. There was no note.
She had sent him a text immediately.
“No note today?”
“So, you do wait for my notes”?He’d replied.
She had sent him a ‘rolling eyes’ emoticon in answer.
His response was instant.
“Admit it. You like my notes, you love my gifts and perhaps you like me too?”
“Keep wishing!”Raashi messaged. She was enjoying every second of this cat and mouse game they were playing.
“Oh, I will. Every day, till you accept how much you like me.”
She had kept silent for a minute and then had messaged him back.
“I love the guitar. Thank you. And I do like you.”
“I know Raashi, I know...”
Thereafter, he started messaging her regularly and frequently. He even called her everyday, sometimes at night, as well. Slowly but surely he was breaking her resistance, erasing her doubts and eradicating all her fears about him, so much so that she wanted to be with him day in and day out. Sameer Sehgal was weaving his way into her heart and she had to admit she didn’t want to stop him.
Raashi stopped her musings as her sister entered her office.
“So, no gift today?” Jiya asked her.
