Indian Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 8

As the meeting ended, a sense of relief washed over me, I closed my laptop and turned my attention to Rhea, who was engrossed in her own world, strumming a few chords on a guitar placed in the corner of the café.

I leaned back in my chair, as I studied Rhea. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and playfulness, a combination that intrigued me. I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface of this woman.

What is she trying to do I wondered . A smile formed on me seeing her struggling.As the meeting ended, a sense of relief washed over me, I closed my laptop and turned my attention to Rhea, who was engrossed in her own world, strumming a few chords on a guitar placed in the corner of the café.

I leaned back in my chair, as I studied Rhea. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and playfulness, a combination that intrigued me. I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface of this woman.

What is she trying to do I wondered . A smile formed on me seeing her struggling. Curiosity got the better of me. 

Walking over to her, I couldn't resist asking, "What's up, Rhea? Are you trying to be a rockstar?"

She laughed, a melodic sound that echoed through the café, "Oh, not even close! I'm just messing around with this guitar, seeing if I can make any decent sounds."

Her playful demeanor tugged at my heart, and I couldn't help but play along. "Well, I must warn you, Rhea, I have a discerning ear. I can tell when someone's not quite hitting the right notes."

"Ohh!!!!!! please I am not that bad," she made a cute puppy face. Damn!!!!! she is so fucking adorable.

I chuckled, unable to resist her playful charm. "Well, Rhea, I have to be honest with you. I've heard some pretty amazing guitarists in my life, and I have a feeling you might not live up to those standards."

She raised an eyebrow, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. "Is that so? Well then, Mr. Dalmia, let's see if you're any better."

I leaned in closer, our eyes locked in a playful yet intense exchange. The air around us seemed to thicken with anticipation, as if an invisible force drew us closer together. In that moment, I couldn't deny the attraction that simmered between us, growing stronger with each passing second.

My heart raced within my chest, the rhythm quickening with an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time. I could feel my pulse echoing in my ears, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of our connection.

In a husky voice, barely above a whisper, I responded to Rhea's challenge, "Oh, no, you won't catch me playing the guitar anytime soon. But who knows? Maybe someday I'll surprise you."

As the words escaped my lips, a rush of warmth flooded through me, tingling at the very core of my being. I couldn't help but notice the delicate scent that enveloped Rhea, a captivating blend of jasmine and vanilla that made my senses come alive. It was intoxicating, just like the woman sitting before me.

Her eyes widened, and I could sense the quickening of her own breath. The air between us crackled with anticipation, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what would unfold

My gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips, soft and inviting. It was a magnetic pull that drew me in, awakening a hunger that I hadn't felt in years. My throat went dry, and I found myself unconsciously gulping, trying to regain my composure.

But even in the midst of this electric connection, a part of me hesitated. I had built walls around my heart, protecting it from the vulnerabilities that came with it. Some wounds were still fresh, reminding me of the risks involved.

Yet, as I gazed into Rhea's eyes, I sensed a warmth, a genuine kindness that made me question my reservations. Could I allow myself to let go, to embrace the possibility of letting myself live once again?