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Arjun shook his head in utter disbelief, whereas the woman in question only laughed joyfully in response to something Shree had said.
He turned to gaze at her-even though he would never admit it. Lately she occupied his mind too much. An unneeded, unwanted distraction.
Another part of anatomy disagreed, certainly not unwanted.
Arjun regarded her carefully; his burning eyes lingering on the dark curtain of her hair and her softly rounded derriere. She really was a beauty, wasn't she? He phrased himself a rhetorical question and she turned to look straight into his eyes. Almost as if she'd heard him.
Those beautiful black almond irises narrowed almost instantly, and the pillowy lips tightened in apparent agitation. Her reaction only heightened his arousal; left him wondering how those plump lips would feel under his own.
Arjun snapped from his embarrassing sexual reverie, a frown knitting his eyebrows together.
It was funny how Riya Mukherjee was the first woman who'd affected him-sexually, ever since Smriti, his wife had died. He'd sort of...given up on life after that.
That night his entire world had come hurtling down, like a powerful avalanche that threatened to destroy everything in its wake. And destroy it had.
But as he looked back at Riya, who had now averted her face and was chatting as animatedly as before; a thought crossed his mind.
Maybe he needed to move on from that incident. Smriti would have wanted that.
And after all; one needed to die to be reborn.
Riya Mukherjee knew he was staring at her. She didn't even have to turn around to make sure. But she did.
Arjun's eyes were dark and bleak as they gazed at her; an inscrutable emotion burning in those intelligent depths. He regarded her as she was some sort of...project. The thought alone made her spit in fury, and automatically, her lips tightened.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and stayed there. Unnerved beyond belief, Riya turned back and attempted to laugh at something her friend had just said.
She needed to gain her equilibrium, act like the calm researcher she had always been. Well, before he'd sauntered into her life anyway. Unknowingly, she gritted her teeth.
What was it about this man that just wouldn't stop firing her up? Every time she saw him, let alone spoke to him, she had this raging desire to break something into smithereens.
That or to trace those sinful lips, those eyes that resonated so much pain. Pain that he was determined to keep hidden. But she wanted to melt in his arms, be there for him...
Riya physically shook herself. This was the problem.
She couldn't take him out of her mind. Her brain just refused point-blank to even listen to her. It was almost as if she couldn't control herself anymore.
And there was nothing more she hated than losing control.
Inhaling a deep breath, she looked down at her notepad and scribbled away. Rathore Sir was saying something concerning the corpse that lay smashed through the car windscreen. But today her mind wasn't at work.
It never was. Whenever he was around anyway.
She felt a hand at her shoulder, and she jerked out of her daytime reverie. Usual daytime reverie, she added with an inward groan. Ahead of her, Shree just smiled and ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Kahan kho jaati ho Ree?"
It was her turn to smile, as she shook her head. Nodding her head to prove that she was fine, she walked off to where the Forensic Team was collecting the evidence.
Riya felt him staring at her back again.
This time, she turned around immediately. And sure, there he was; leaning against the ETF Sedan like he owned the entire place.
His gaze remained fixated upon her, and she felt her heartbeat thump like nothing ever before. Before she knew what was happening; Arjun had walked over to where she had been standing.
He was only a few inches away from her now...
Riya saw him lift his hand and raise it close to her face. As if on some automatic instruction; her eyes shuttered immediately. She waited, breath bated for what was coming next.
She felt something being pulled out of her braided hair, and suddenly her black lenses snapped open.
He held a twig in his right hand.
"Ms. Mukherjee" he drawled, flicking the little piece of wood away. "you should know what's going on around you. These days you seem to be a little...lost"
Anger coloring up her dusky face, she tilted her head to meet his eyes. Brushing her hair with her own hand, she checked for anything more...entertaining for him to find. There seemed to be nothing more.
"Whatever ACP Ramwte" she retorted, a blush creeping up her neck as winked devilishly at her in return. A gasp left her parted lips as he turned to go.
Dear lord, Riya thought as she stumbled a bit. It seemed in her mind that her discomfort, was clearly his pleasure.
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