His fingers moved from her cheek to her jaw, then under it, holding her face up. She was then forced to leave his lips and meet his eyes.
“You are my patient,” she warned, feeling rather than seeing how close they had come. His face was now so close to hers, his nose touching the tip of hers. Her mouth was wet, pooling, her heart thudding so loud she feared it would make his go faster. Ritu splayed a hand on his chest, over his heart. It was just as fast.
“Relax,” she tried again, even though it wasn’t an alarming thud.
The intensity in his gaze only heightened. She had never seen that in him. It was like looking at a man, an entity that was completely different. One that was hidden from the world and only unravelled now for her. She knew it wasn't true. A lot of what she was feeling here, with him, wasn't true.
“I am your doctor, Nilay.”
“Dr. Shravan is my doctor.”
“That’s a technicality. I treat you.”
“Then I withdraw from your treatment,” he murmured and brought his mouth down on hers. Ritu gasped.
Rain. It seeped into her being, just as deeply as his tongue did. And even though she didn’t know how to, hers seeped into his too. This was so beautiful. This feeling was so precious. His tongue swept through her mouth and his body pushed hers into something hard. A pillar. She found herself floating. She had never felt as light as she did in this second.
With a slow savouring sound, he pulled back. And she gaped at him with half-hooded eyes. His were drugged too.
“You are not gay then?” She found herself utter. And her eyes widened in horror. “I am so sorry… It’s none of my business and we can’t do this…” she began to move away when his hands tenderly found the dips of her waist. His hands were so big that they almost met at her back. Ritu tightened her stomach. She had a nipped waist, but her stomach wasn’t flat. And even if she was going to make sure nothing happened between them, she needed him to feel the best of her.
“Ritu.”
Her scampering eyes turned up to his.
“I am not gay.”
She swallowed. “Right. Alright. Let’s go…” he caught her waist and pulled her back, holding her effortlessly against the pillar.
“You have another question.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“How do you know?”
“Your mouth came and whispered to mine.”
Ritu glared at him. And he smirked, that first-day obnoxious smirk. Why didn’t she feel like throwing a chair at that smirk today? Why did it look… endearing?
“You are bisexual?” She asked it, but it was a statement. Maya had given her a hint, the makeup artist had cemented it. Not that it was any of her concern. Whatever worked for him.
“Are you asking or informing?”
“Asking?”
His gaze dipped to her mouth. She tightened it too. And his eyes had that look again — intense. He wetted his lips.
“I am a straight man, running a business in a stereotyped industry.”
Ritu felt her eyes go soft.
“I have been called both those things, and more.”
“Maya said, you…”
“I never deny them.”
