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He was Enchanted, if not by the beautiful set up on the terrace, by the gorgeous women right in front of him. The one whom he was losing his heart to, the one who had been ruling his thoughts in morning , dreams at night.

 The mansion felt silent as he walked back after a long day at work. Then, he was asked by Mrs. Braganza to freshen up and head straight to the terrace. He has a surprise planned courtesy Swara and Tara would be with her this evening . Feeling equal proportions of excitement and curiosity , He rushed to his room only to find his change on bed , already waiting for him.

A simple white kurta and Pajama.

Trust Swara to do that. He felt a little thrill.This is the first time she had taken liberty to choose from his wardrobe.  The thought warmed him from inside.

She was here. He could feel her fragrance still lingering in the air ,the traces of it . Wasn't he familiar by now, He mused. How each step towards realization of his feelings had been a welcoming change . 

What was she planning? He wondered as he took a quick shower , dressed up. A little splash of perfume with light notes of amber & musk, He was all set. He never preferred overpowering fragrances rather he would happily settle for pleasant lighter notes. He gazed at his reflection and he was turning a shade red already.

“Why are you blushing, You idiot ? “He murmured. Arjun had been mercilessly  teasing him on the same last few days but he couldn't help. The thoughts of Swara would not leave him …

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Swara didn't know another way to prove Sanskaa’s theory wrong. If she has to  get this man moving in the right direction this was needed, she told herself. No amount of words or explanations would do justice to a simple romantic dinner date … Cozy and warm .

She had to think twice about her apprehensions but she decided to go ahead anyway. She spilled her idea to Mrs Braganza and she was more than willing to help. While Mrs Cook handled the dinner department , Swara took it upon herself to set the night up.

The wide terrace of Maheshwari mansion was all she needed to put her plans into place. The little garden with blooming flowers was already welcoming. She picked a bunch of them , placed them in a glass vase as the centerpiece on the table cladded in white lace . The scented lavender candles combined with a string of fairy lights, Perfect she thought . A play list of gentle romantic numbers…would only complement further. 

She had read about it all in these mushy books , had watched enough romance, but never ever thought she would plan one on her own. Maybe she always wanted to. She was not immune to all those womanly desires. Who wouldn't desire a prince charming sweeping you off your feet , whisking you to a fairyland. A bunch of roses , a quiet dinner gazing into each other's eyes, A romantic dance and top it off with a …. Kiss. Swara blushed and chided herself .

Maybe one day she will have her dream date. Now setting all this up , she only wished Sanskaar wouldn't run away. She chuckled imagining the shocked reactions Sanskaar would give her. He was in for a big surprise and she only hoped he would like it .

Her focus solely being on making the night special for Sanskaar, Swara didn't realize, it was her first date too and nothing was going to be the same again.

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As he stepped in , It was music first , of a romantic number he had no clue of  floating around in the breeze, gentle & teasing. He took in sight of the terrace slowly which seemed to transform into something magical. The blooming flowers, the fragrance of candles with sultry notes ,The sparkling lights. A table all set for two …but he wasn't prepared for this breathtaking sight of Swara amidst the shimmering golden glow of candles as she stepped out of the shadows

She was Dressed in white sleeveless midi with only a  twinkling bracelet  adorning her wrist and a pair of pearl studs on ears . Her hair let loose, it framed around her face offering a more lovelier look. Simple and Angelic…His breath caught , Sanskaar drank in the sight before him.

Swara simply thought, The minute Sanskaar would step in , she would jump and scream in surprise. She counted on his shocked reaction and decided she would save it for teasing . But when he stepped in , She didn't find any words.

A vision in white , was her first thought . She had never seen him in this look before. She stayed back in the shadows watching the twinkle in his eyes ,of surprise as he gazed around in awe. The joy he took in simple delights, The fact she could make him feel special, that smile on his face … priceless. 

She could simply watch him in silence for hours. 

When she finally pulled herself together and stepped out and the moments their eyes met ,she couldn't think of a word. 

The way he was looking at her , it made her heart leap.  Butterflies in stomach. Oh she shouldn't have dismissed and laughed at that phrase in college. Because she could feel the fluttering. She hadn’t been admired before, not this way as if the most beautiful sight to ever exist . 

She never considered herself breathtakingly beautiful , who would turn every eye in the room, not those sexy sirens who would have men fall at their feet. She was simple . normal woman  with dreams and desires of her own. Precisely your girl next door. But suddenly she was conscious . She smoothed her dress with a tinge of nervousness.

This is the same Sanskaar , her best friend. She wasn't supposed to feel this way …she told herself . And with every step he took towards her, her heart sped beat by beat .

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The air wasn't just heavy with a note of monsoon, something else a spicy anticipation too - lingered in the breeze. It was a precious feeling, a pleasure flimsy and throbbing. For a moment Swara was acutely afraid that Sanskar would open his mouth and ruin it. This moment - with its enchantment woven around them was not for words.

 "Swara," he began when they finally - it felt an age - stood before one another. He struggled not to give into the urge to pull her into his arms when she reached for him with the tips of her fingers. They brushed against his lips, a touch too little to quench the sudden roaring flame of need - but a touch too many to the tinders of his heart.

 "Shh," she hushed, taking with her all sane thoughts in his possession. "Kuch Mat bolo." She didn't want him to speak after the reverence he had given her name. She didn't want the flimsy spell broken and she wasn't about to ponder why either. 

He stared at her loss of words.He wanted to hold her hand and kiss each finger softly…and show what her slightest touch did to him, if she would feel the same.He walked as if in trance as their fingers entwined and she led him to the table.

They ate delicacies that Sanskar forgot as soon as he swallowed them. It's the taste of their conversation, lazy and pleasant that remained on his tongue. It was her smiles, random but plenty that sweetened his mouth and those eyes...cast in gold candle light and stirred caramel over the rim of a glass goblet - he'd not want a wine to get drunk on. 

It was a sweet torture - a perfect punishment for a man who didn't know the power of a well staged moment.And it wasn't ending, in fact, it had just begun.

Swara held out her hand - 

"A dance Mr. Maheshwari," she was all smiles and abundant charm. "To wrap up the perfect evening?" 

An invitation to wrap her in his arms would never go unanswered.

But maybe - he shouldn't have taken that step. His heart sang the moment their fingers fitted against one another and she folded into position against his frame.

Then they danced under the starry sky, holding each other.

It wasn't dancing per se, it was rather a gentle swaying, both of them savoring the aftertaste of whatever intoxication that remained in this moment. The wine of her eyes glittered with satisfaction. 

"So what do you say now Mr. Maheswari ?" She asked as they swayed. 

“I was wrong and we should have had this dinner long back,”Sanskaar replied, still floating in dream spell . Finally, he could no longer hold back. Damn the spell, damn its fragility. Tips of his fingers traced her hair, as if he was midas and she was already gold - dazzling in all her preciousness. 

Along the graceful arch of her neck, his fingers descended and accidentally brushed a sensitive spot below her neck  and her eyes fluttered close, a sigh of pleasure slipping from her lips. She turned her face away, denying him the chance to read her eyes. 

And he burned with a sudden need to touch her . Her breath hitched as he leaned forward. His hot breath caressed her cheek first and slight trace of his lips, 

Sanskaar …

She gasped sweetly and turned to face him, her movement closing away the distance, Their faces just a breath away . And when his lips touched hers, she lost every rational thought that ever existed. 

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Need and desire slammed Sanskaar at once. The longing and torment of all days and nights seemed to hit him with a force and he helplessly gave into all demands . If her nearness was one , her taste was another. He devoured her greedily like a man dying to quench his thirst. There were 1000 things he wanted to whisper to her , 100 things he wanted to do to her…touch her , tease her. pleasure her in a way she never imagined. He took in her moans, each gasp which only maddened his need further . He welcomed her hands around him as she clung to him and kissed him back with a clawing need .

Rain which started as pitter patter turned to a downpour , but nothing seemed to subdue the burning desire of both.

His lips left hers, only to lavish enough attention on her face . Everywhere he touched , she burned. His mouth teased her mercilessly with lingering kisses on her cheeks, her jaw line. His hand dived into her wet hair in no less gentle hold and in answer her hands curled into his hair

And she cried his name in pleasure as he dipped his face below her neck . Her body arched , her head falling back,in silent pleas for more. More of what he was doing to her. And he willingly obliged, taking her to heights she never dreamt of …

Her softness strained against his hardness, their drenched bodies pressed like one  and his every inch fueled with a fire of yearning. He wanted to rip off every little barrier and take her right there, bury himself  into  folds of her softness, hard and fast ,hear her scream his name …out loud again and again.

“God! I need you so much Swara,” he murmured in between kisses, not finding a way to stop this frenzied madness. Every cause and sense lost, his lips found hers every now and then , they tangled at will.

Lost in a hazy world of passion ,Swara dimly registered his words … more followed with more kisses. Sweet whispers, endearments .She couldn't seem to stop either, swept into some other world. It was at the end . when the fire seemed to quell.. and he whispered those 3 words in softest murmurs again and again, her trance broke.

 She stepped back and fled.

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