Lost In PassionAbhay slowly released her from his embrace."Pia it's true that even after I saw you for the first time i.e. yesterday, I had a strange urge to know more about you",he said. "So we're friends?",she asked forwarding her hand. "Yep! Very much!",he said shaking her hands with his. Pia looked around exploring the room. On one side there were many differently styled guitars hanged carefully from the wall. "You like music?",she inquired. "Yeah it's my passion",he answered gazing at the twinkle in her eyes. "Amazing! Our first common characteristic! You know I love playing the guitar so much that at times Vansh and I spend nights after nights playing guitars instead of sleeping",she happily chirped. Abhay spoke up,"Vansh??".
"Oh let me introduce my family to you. I live at Sagar Haveli with my mum and dad and my brother Sameer and his friend Vansh who is more like family to us now. We are the Saxenas",she said. Abhay began suspecting something, "Tell me Pia, are you living with your family since birth?",he asked. "Well ofcourse yes! What a clumsy thing to ask!",she said. "No I think not, tell me properly",he said again. "Okay look, I had spent 16 years in a Catholic Convent where I studied till class 10. I was always getting gift packages from my papa and bhaiya who lived abroad as papa worked for the Indian ambassador in Germany. But mummy used to meet me every saturdays and sundays. And Vansh joined our family after his family died in a plane crash and so papa asked him to stay with us. He's bhaiya's best friend and now we are good friends too. So this was my family's information. Tell me about yours",she said. Abhay knew that what he was suspecting had to be true. That werewolf family by the surname of Saxena for whom they had come to Dehradun had to be Pia's family. But could Pia be a werewolf? Was she being used by her family to entrap me, the most wanted powerful vampire? I've got to sort this out,he thought.He came closer to Pia who was looking at the book shelf. He hugged her from behind burying his head in her hair trying to smell and find out her reality. Pia who was standing at his bookshelf on one toe leaning on the side wall gasped when Abhay caught her so passionately. Abhay started rubbing his nose against her neck and bare shoulders partially trying to find Pia's actual scent and partially getting lost in passion. Pia closed her eyes and twitched her lips as he kissed her neck. Abhay's mind told him to stop 'cause now he knew that Pia wasn't a werewolf but he got carried away by his heart's desires. He kept on kissing her neck in a long sweet trail of kisses and Pia weakly muttered,"Abhay!". Abhay urgently turned her around making her bang on the book shelf and started teasing her ears and neck with his lips and teeth. Pia's hand slowly moved up and started stroking his hair.
Suddenly, Abhay released her and moved back in an instant. "Oh! I'm sorry, I got out of control. I'm extremely sorry",he said gasping for breath. Pia opened her tropical turquiose eyes and went blank for a moment trying to comprehend what exactly must she reply to the best looking guy who had just been kissing her.
She stared at her breezy blue eyes blankly. Should she forgive him? But he hasn't done anything wrong. Should she shout at him? But possibly why?
Suddenly the door barged open and Avanti entered with a crystal glass of mango juice. She found Pia leaning on the book shelf with a pink face, her left strap of the white dress loosened on the verge of falling apart and Abhay at a distance of few feets gazing at her. None of the two noticed her presence in the room. She smiled and quietly left after placing the glass at the bedside table. Pia quickly broke the eyelock and sat on the bed tying the strap properly. She gulped down the juice in a minute and spoke up, "Abhay could you please drop me home? Mummy must be worrying a lot".
"Sure! We'll leave in half an hour. I'll give you something to wear so you can freshen up",he said. "Thanks a lot Abhay! You're really sweet",she whispered.Edited by I-love-Roses - 12 years ago
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