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suman
She reached behind, arching her back to make it possible for her delicate fingers to tie the two strings of her blouse together. Letting out a long sigh, she creaked open the door of her room in the lavish hotel rented for her best friend's wedding. Peering out, she checked both sides to see if any guests were lurking around who could possibly help her. Retreating back into her room, she stopped as she heard his voice..."Suman?"
She froze. Whether it was the effect of his voice on her, or the fact that he was now facing her bare back enclosed in a blouse showing off more skin than there was fabric or the shock that he was in the hallway occupied fully by women, she was unable to move.
"Uhm, tumhari dori khuli hain...should I...should I tie it?"
Her voice temporarily gone, she managed to nod her head ever so slightly. His heavy footsteps came closer to her until she could feel his warm, minty breath on her shoulders, and his soft fingers on her back. Closing the distance between the two strands dangling from either end of her blouse, his fingers slowly grazing her chocolatey skin, Suman's heart raced like it never had before. Suddenly, her back was cold, and she could no longer feel his presence close to her. Slowly she turned to see him walking back to wherever he had come from.
"Dhruv! Woh.. um thank you."
He smiled at her, and she mentally cursed herself for seeming so stupid in front of her best friend. Grabbing her purse, she scurried out of the room and down to the function room where everyone was waiting.
