Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Farhan was lost.

He was lost in her beautiful green orbs, which was staring back at him with something he couldn't exactly read. But they were pulling him into her, making him want to dive into them and forget about everything else. Their hot breaths were now mixed due to the proximity and his hands roamed on her back as he swiftly pulled her underneath him, he didn't look at her lips once again. No, not the lips, it's way too dangerous than her hypnotic eyes. And so, his eyes remained on her eyes. Just her eyes.

But her eyes moved down to his lips once again. And damn, the way she just bites them whilst staring at his lips drove him insane. He could swear if this continued any more minute, he was going to kiss her. His hands involuntarily go to touch her lips, making her freeze. It was so soft and anymore minute he was going to kiss her, for real this time. And before something like that could happen, he pulled back quickly and got up from that place. Leaving her below, all hot and bothered having no clue whatsoever.

Embarrassed, Natasha stood up and ran away from there. She wasn't sure if she could look him in the eyes anymore. What the hell just happened anyway? Her breathing was fast and uneven, as she entered their room and closed the door with a force.

She sure wanted to kiss him. But did he want that too? It looked like he did, but she wasn't so sure. Whatever it was, Natasha was such a fool to expect something like that from Farhan anyway. He wanted to take it slow. Super slow. Which made her want to pull her hair in frustration. With a huff, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Farhan on the other hand was mad. He should have just kissed her. Why the hell did he pullback? But damn, her lips felt so soft... how'd it feel against his lips?

Ugh

Thoughts like these were polluting his mind and he really had no idea of what to do. With a sigh, he walked into their home and climbed upstairs. Standing outside of the bedroom door, he had an inner debate of whether or not to get in, finally when he did open; the room was empty. Which made him sigh in relief, he wasn't sure if he could face her just now. But he had to face her though.

The running water from the bathroom cleared his doubt, with a shake of his head, he walked towards the mirror and stared at his reflection. A small smile appeared on his face as the memory played again and again in his mind. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed.

His clothes were dripping wet. Courtesy; his wife.

Another smile appeared on his face, as he recollected the water war, whilst removing his shirt and threw it in some corner. At the same moment, Natasha came out of the bathroom and her eyes went wide, as she saw him in a shirtless state. Probably like for the first time. He couldn't help that smirk as she openly checked him out. Her eyes drooled all over his half-naked body. And the way she was looking at him right now, as though she was eating him up with only just her eyes drove him crazy.

Natasha blinked twice. But her eyes were still glued to his body. Damn, he had abs. She'd wonder what would be beneath that shirt of his. This was far better than all her imaginations combined. She couldn't just take her eyes off him. Her husband was hot!

Stop staring. Her conscious mocked her. But he is my husband, I can stare all I want, she retorted to her inner self whilst continuing to stare.

"Ahem." Farhan's clearing of throat brings her out of the daze and she quickly averts her gaze and looked anywhere but him. Her cheeks turned as red as a tomato. Not wanting to embarrass her any further, he walked into the bathroom to take a shower without saying anything to her. Having Natasha look at him like that made him feel things that he never felt before and that feeling was entirely something else.

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Tomorrow was another internal test, and her mind was not willing to learn anything. She has already learned them all anyway, so it was okay. Not wanting to think about her ridiculously handsome husband, she walked to the drawing-room and switched on the television.

Sitting in front of the TV, Natasha began to daydream again.

"Hey!" God! Not him! She groaned mentally but Farhan was already sitting beside her. Nervously, she scooted few meters away making him confused.

"Don't you have a test tomorrow?" he asked whilst taking the remote in his hands.

"I do, but I've already learnt everything." she didn't dare look at his eyes.

"Oh."

"Hmm."

"Nats."

"Hmm."

"Natasha."

"Yes."

"Natasha."

"What, Farhan?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

Duh!

"Nope, no. Why would you ask like that." she laughed nervously whilst scooting a little farther.

"Then why are you not looking at me?" he asked again, she scooted a little farther and instead of the sofa's cushion, Natasha was met with the hard floor. Farhan looked at her wide-eyed and then bursts out laughing. She huffed dramatically and got up to go, wanting to save herself from further embarrassment. But before she could even walk an inch, his strong pair of hands caught hold of her wrist, pulling him close to her.

Her back hits on his chest with a force, his hot breath fanned over her neck. She shivered under his mere closeness. Farhan who noticed how her body was reacting to his every touch left her hands, made her face him, slowly.

Natasha couldn't get herself to look him in the eyes. He held her chin and made her face him. And damn, he was lost once again. Her eyes were such a dangerous thing. He just gets lost in them again and again.

"Natasha!" never did her name sound so good before.

"Hmm?" she asked in a daze, whilst staring at his black orbs.

"I know it's weird and all. But hey, we are married. It's okay to be attracted to your spouses, I guess?" Farhan chuckled nervously and all she wanted to do was to smack his beautiful face.

"Stop being shy?" she nodded her head with a blush. Their proximity was making her nervous once again. They weren't that close. But still close.

"Shall we watch a movie then?"

"Sorry?" From where did that come from? Natasha wondered with a frown.

"TV? You were watching that right?" he sat on the sofa not wanting to stand anymore close to her, or he'd lose his self-control and kiss her senseless. That would be a bad idea; he thought, but if only he knew.

"Yes. Let's watch a movie." faking a smile, she sat beside him. Cautious of the space between them.

"When are you going on that trip?" he asked, a little annoyedly. Still not okay with the idea of her going there for two weeks, all alone.

"Monday?"

"And this Saturday is your freshers' party you said?"

"Yes, weird college. They want us to have all the fun in these two weeks and then focus entirely on our studies. The semester is coming soon it seems." she huffed dramatically which made him smile. And then there was this silence again.

They were watching some random English movie on HBO not even having a look at what the movie was, for their minds were somewhere else, as they sat there, totally uninterested-ly until a scene pops up;

Why would you wanna marry me for, anyway?

So I can kiss you anytime I want.

And at the same moment, their eyes get locked once again.