Hello guys – this one is written for the phrase prompt "this kiss, this kiss – unstoppable."
"Daya yaar ye party wagera – "
"Abhijeet tum ache se jaante ho na ki criminal ko pakadne ka bas yahi ek tareeka hai."
"arrey par dress code toh dekh yaar – merman?"
He held his tongue before he said 'and mermaid?'
"toh usme dikkat kya hai?"
"yaar tum samajh nahi rahe ho yaar…"
'Ab isko kaise samjhau,' he thought.
"bhai tum ek kaam kardo," Abhijeet continued, "ye…ye dress code change karwa do."
"par kyu?"
"arrey bas kar do yaar."
"theek hai mein kuch karta hu."
"Abhijeet ek kaam karo," ACP walks into Daya's cabin, "jaa kar uss Rocky pe kadi nazar rakho."
"ji sir."
He left immediately, hoping that Daya would able to do something about the dress code.
Soon the dress code was forgotten and the super cop was busy solving the case.
At night, when he returned home, he saw a text message from Daya.
"Boss kaam ho gaya," it said, "New invitations sabke ghar pe pahonch chuki hain."
A sigh of relief escaped Abhijeet. He picked up the card kept on his dining table to check what the new dress code was. He had to make sure he owned the clothing items that were required. He couldn't afford to miss the party – the criminals had to be caught.
"prince charming," he read, "and – "
"arrey yaar!" he clenched his fist and banged it on the table, "and mermaid!"
'Mermaid toh change hi nahi hua,' he thought, 'ye Daya bhi na. Ab mujhe hi kuch karna padega.'
NEXT MORNING:
"ahem ahem."
It was a familiar voice.
"Abhijeet?" she spoke while still tying her hair.
He looked at her from head to toe. She was wearing an ankle length pink skirt with thigh high slits and a matching purple off shoulder crop top.
She looked irresistible.
Too irresistible.
He went close to her and hugged her. As his palms settled themselves on her midriff, she felt intoxicated.
"kya kar rahe ho Abhijeet?"
"kya kar raha hu?"
"late ho jayenge… baal baandhne do na."
"toh meine kaunsa tumhare haath baandh diyein hain."
She gave him a "you are impossible look" and smiled slightly.
"Tarika ji," he whispered as she braided her hair, "aap ke saath ek bahot hi khoobsurat sa pink dupatta hai na – iske saath match karega…"
"tum jaante ho na ki dress code kya hai."
"haan matlb…"
"toh phir?" she said, wriggling out of his arms
"mein…mein toh bas," he tried to hold her again.
"Abhijeet chodo mujhe."
"g-g-gussa mat karo yaar… nahi pehen'na toh mat pehno."
"humph."
'ye toh gussa ho gayi,' he murmured, 'ab kya karu?'
"Tarika suno na – "
"…." There was no response from the other side.
"wo mein keh raha tha – "
"…"
"bahar thand lagegi – coat pehen lo."
He immediately regretted those words.
Why on earth did he say that? His mouth sure had a mind of its own. He wanted her to cover-up alright but he shouldn't have put it that way.
He didn't know why she made him this way. He was not a misogynist. In fact, he believed that women must be free to show as much skin as they wanted to.
He knew he was being unreasonable. He didn't know why. Worse, he didn't know how to stop. The very fact that other men would look at her made him go crazy.
He had the right to look at her like that.
Only he.
"kya!" her words interrupted his thoughts, "kya bol rahe ho tum?"
"wo….wo," he was too embarrassed to meet her eyes, "mein wo…"
"possessive haan?"
"nahi matlab – arrey yaar jo sochna hai soch lo but please tum iss tarah bahar nahi jaogi."
"relax Abhijeet…. Bahar central heating hai."
"baat heating ki nahi hai…"
"acha…?"
She knew exactly what he was saying. But she played along – he deserved to be teased on this.
"yaar bahar log….log honge."
"party mein toh log honge hi na?"
"matlb yaar…samjho na."
"kya samjhu."
"wo tumhe…."
"wo mujhe?"
"wo log… I mean…"
"haan…."
"wo log tumhe…"
He smirked suddenly and came close to her. He traced the entire length of her midriff slowly with the oh-so-sensual touch of his index finger.
He then stood behind her and blew warm air on her exposed lower back. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. But the kiss never came.
After a while she opened her eyes slowly to find him grinning.
"abhi toh meine control kar liya – par party mein – "
"tum bhi na Abhijeet," she said, blushing hard.
"isliye keh raha hu – cover up."
She smiled coyly and came closer to him.
"not happening," she whispered in his ear.
She then turned to leave when he caught her arm. He pulled her towards himself and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
He then fell on his knees and kissed her at the most unlikely position.
He teased her waist with his lips and then bit her.
"mmm…"
A moan escaped her while he smirked, proud of his work. The hickey looked perfect.
And the best part? Anyone could see it, given the outfit she was wearing.
"Abhijeet?"
"hmm?" he still stared proudly at his work.
"Why are you looking at me funny?"
"It looks perfect – sab meri taareef karenge."
"what looks –"
She stopped mid-statement as she noticed her waist.
"Unbelievable!" she hit him and walked off wearing a coat.
"ye toh sach mein gussa ho gayi – marr gayein."
AT THE PARTY:
"Arrey Tarika," Daya said, "aaj coat wagera mein – "
"wo kya hai na…mujhe THAND lag rhi thi."
She said the last part staring at Abhijeet.
Daya understood the whole affair and burst into fits of laughter. Once he had had enough laughing, he told Tarika how Abhijeet had tried to get the costumes changed.
Tarika gave Abhijeet a glare while the other officers who had gathered around hearing Daya's loud laughter tried to suppress a smile.
No one noticed Tarika's fingers were entwined with his. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze which he returned back playfully.
A perfect relationship is not about never getting angry, jealous or irritated – it is about bouncing back to normal as fast as you can
So how was this shot? Do leave a review. Happy valentines guys!