The queen in her king's arms

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His eyes were resting on her more than usuals, after every few minutes. He was stealing glances on her in between his conversation.

She wasn't standing far. Only at a few meters' distance, besides the pool, in her red sleeveless gown she was talking with a girl with a glass of juice in her hand which she hadn't sipped once.

To him, she looked pale. Her eyes were threatening to close and her smiles weren't reaching to the beautiful pair of deep, chocolate eyes she owned. She obviously denied the every fact when asked. 'I'am fine Abhijeet. Just a bit tired,' she had said.

Surely she was tired after the long hours in field and then in that malodorous, musky lab. But she shouldn't have come to the party then. She could rest. But she denied obviously.

So, he couldn't help but found himself inspecting her in intervals. Many times, she had caught him eyeing her and tried to shoo him too with her eyes but Abhijeet wouldn't budge. He acted ignorant on her eye warnings and kept doing his job. She finally decided to let him do whatever he wanted.

He wasn't surprised when he found her pressing her lips together and gulping down her saliva again and again. As she excused herself to a side Abhijeet started walking towards her not even bothered to seek permission from the senior officer he was talking with. But he almost ran as she was about to collapse on floor.

No, he didn't let her fell. Their distance was so less that only two long foot was enough for him to reach her. Her back coiled with his chest and then slipped down on his waiting right arm. The glass fell from her hand, making everyone shifting their attentions on them when Abhijeet lifted her in his arms.

Her hands dangled down her both sides and the floral dress was hard to manage as well. But he didn't care.

An angle in red in the arms of that black suited man was making her way out of the crowd by the pool side. The wariness was visible on his face but he was calm. He wasn't even looking at the angle. His focus was on his way, and to take her to the destination safely. The whispers and tones weren't even reaching his ear. As if he ever cared about them!

She opened her eyes slowly and found herself on bed. In front of her a lady was sitting beside her lying figure. She was feeling dizzy.

"Dr Tarika, you feeling okay?" The lady asked.

Tarika nodded. She remembered passing out in party and felt embarrassed. She really shouldn't have joined the team. Even her boss asked him not to.

Sighing she closed her eyes. Flashes of her fainting out in his arms came in front of her and she opened her eyes with a jerk. She turned her face to the side and indeed he was standing there crossing his arms across his chest. His expression was saying 'I told you.' Tarika looked away. She didn't want to feel embarrassed more then she already was.

A week later both of them received a parcel at their respective houses. They opened the parcel to find a frame with a picture of him in black suit with her in his arms in red gown. The paleness of her face in that red gown and the calmed yet worried expression of his were giving the picture a movie poster vibe. The sender had even named the picture.

'The Queen In Her King's Arms'

They both checked for the sender's name but it was from anynomous.

That day they spent a good amount of time staring at the pictures. The picture was worth of it after all. Only if the sender could see their broad smiles and occasional blushes while looking at the pictures.

AN: Adjustable?? IDK, in my imagination its more beautiful.

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