From being arranged to love!!! #An Indian Love Story

14.The drive!

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He stood there, holding the car door open, like a gentleman, waiting for me to enter the car.

I knew I shouldn't keep him waiting, but my leg refused to obey me. 'Come on Ruvee, walk, don't test his patience' my brain scolded me.

'By how to?' Asked back my mind.

'One leg in front of the other, do it Ruvee..' My brain taught me, and I slowly took a step forward and then the next. He was assessing each step that I took, a small smile playing in his lips.

Pretty soon I was ushered and belted into the seat. And he joined me later.
I leaned into the seat and found it not uncomfortable to lean on.

I slowly turned to check for something that is preventing me from the comfort of the leather cushioned seat. But the belt made it difficult to turn. So I tried reaching out for it, but this too was difficult.

As I was struggling to get it off, I saw him lean onto me from the side of my eyes. I slowly looked at him to see his eyes locked on mine, his gaze so intense, that I had to lean back despite the discomfort.

His left hand gripped to the seat buckle beside me and the right seemed to reach out my other side.

He was trapping me. In his arms.

My breath hitched and I moved back further, gulping down the saliva producing in my mouth. Yes, okay.. He made my mouth water, fine?

My eyes shuttered close, hand fisted. But the light touch of fabric on my hands unclenched it and I opened my eyes to see him still looking at me. But his body was now away from me, hands resting on the wheel.

My eyes slowly zoomed in the smile on his lips. His eyes still taking in my face. I lowered my eyes to my unclenched hands, but as soon as I did, heat rushed to my cheeks.

In my hand was his jacket, the same jacket that he made me wear that day of the accident. I slowly fisted it, enjoying the feel of the fabric on my hands, that he wore. I remembered the feel of the piece of cloth around me.

The warmth, the smoothness, and... The smell... His smell. Involuntarily I brought it near my nose, inhaling the scent . I smelled sort of same, not the way it smelled when I wore it first.

It now had a tinge of me too... The smell of us. A shudder passed through me at the thought.

I was sure that it hasn't been washed, since I wore it last time.

"You haven't washed it." I stated rather than ask. Slowly shifting my eyes back to his, his eyes back to being intense.

"No" he breathed. The colour was coming back to my cheeks, making me blush. I dont know why, but maybe its because of my dumb face, that he continued.

He sighed before answering, "its just that it reminded me of someone else... Someone special, that I didn't wanna wash off." He said breaking off eye contact with me, avoiding my gaze.

"Someone special" the words reverberated in my mind, over and over again. Giving me goosebumps in my skin. I slowly looked out, so that he won't see the effect he had on me.

"We'll go?" He asked, igniting the engine, and shifting the gear from neutral. I simply nodded.

He still seemed to be smiling, because from the corner of my eyes, I could see the slight curve at the end of his lips. He had no beard, but there were signs of stubles in his cheeks. He was so concentrated in driving, fortunately, that he failed to see me gaping at him.