RAYA SS : She Is My Intern Part 7
Ram grunted in frustration as he stared at himself in the mirror. He could never be content with his attire for anything and when it came to wearing fancy clothing; his irritation meter was at maximum. The shirt and bow tie made him feel claustrophobic, not to mention the fact that he couldn’t, for the life of him, successfully do a bow tie. In complete honesty, he had so much trouble doing up a bow tie that he once had to research it online and even then, he failed miserably at it.
Biting his lip, he tried tying the bow tie for a 20th time in less than 10 minutes. Ram's heart pumped harder as he almost had it but it fell apart at the last moment. He let out a loud groan in annoyance.
Suddenly, Priya appeared in the mirror as she leaned against the frame in a bathrobe. Ram tried averting his eyes but to no avail, he glanced at her long shapely legs and his eyes scanned upwards until they rested upon her beautiful face.
“Are you alright, Ram?” She asked, taking a couple of steps into the room,
“Yes...” Ram hesitated, “No. I hate bow ties and it’s making me go insane!”
Priya giggled and wandered closer to him. She gently pulled on his arm to make him turn towards her. Her fingers delicately began straightening out the bow tie before beginning to tie it the right way.
“Shouldn't you be getting ready too?” Ram queried, not bothering to stop himself from staring at the robe around her body.
Priya shrugged, “Not just yet... You are expected to be there earlier than I; you're dad asked that of you.” Priya paused, “And we also agreed not to do the carpooling to the venue together... I certainly have more time than you,”
Ram nodded slowly but thought of something, “Oh! Speaking of that, are you sure you don’t wanna ride with me? I don’t know if I feel comfortable with you getting a cab. The drivers can be complete staff, y’know.”
“Thank you for your concern, Ram but I am a big girl; I am certain that I can handle myself,” She laughed. Ram blushed slightly, realizing that he had fallen into revealing his concern for her well being. Hopefully, Priya didn’t dwell on it too much.
“Besides... We agreed that it would look very conspicuous; not to mention unprofessional?” Priya continued,
“I guess...” Ram mumbled, still a little unhappy that he couldn’t take her with him. He carefully shifted his eyes towards the mirror so he could examine Priya’s in progress work. Ram smirked,
“You’re good at tying the bow tie, you know...” Ram complimented,
Priya smiled, almost sadly, “Thank you...” Her eyes became briefly dull as she spoke, “... I used to tie my papa’s bow ties when I lived with them...”
Ram opened his mouth to apologies but Priya patted his chest, “Finished!” She chirped, smiling proudly. Ram fully turned his body so that he was fully facing the mirror. He grinned as she gently tugged on the sleeves of his blazer.
“Looks awesome, Priya! Thanks.” Ram appreciated, earning a courteous nod from the red head.
Ram sighed as he chanced a look at the clock. He wandered around his room, picking up his ID, invitation, keys and his phone. He softly smiled at Priya and placed both hands on her shoulders, “Okay, Miss. Sharma. I gotta get going.” He informed her, “See you in a while,”
“Of course, Ram; I shall see you again shortly.” Priya beamed. Ram released her shoulders and shrugged on his coat. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror by the front door and nodded to himself. He snapped his fingers and turned back to Priya who was watching him,
"Priya, don’t forget to-“ Ram was cut off,
“Lock the front door once I leave; I know,” Priya giggled,
Ram rolled his eyes at her and grinned, “Hurry up and get ready, slacker.” He joked,
“You must get going before the gel in your hair evaporates, Ram,” Priya countered with a playful smirk,
Ram had to double take to check that it was indeed Priya who had said such a quick remark, “Oh, you win this time, Miss. Sharma.” He chuckled. She waved to him as he finally bid her farewell and left.
Ram had evolved a headache almost straight away, from the moment he met up with his dad an hour ago before the work party began. AK hadn’t even wanted him for a particular reason; he wanted to remind him to stay almost calm, at least throughout the night. Ram had argued and told him that he was no longer a kid to which his dad replied that he could be a little, “Careless,” when he lost his grip on himself at events with Intoxicating drink. Now, here he was, sipping some of his white wine whilst stitching a sour expression against his face. He just wanted to see one person. It was all he needed for his mood to change however; she had yet to make an appearance. The party was well on its way and he wondered if anything had happened to Priya. He was about to whip out his phone but he heard a certain angelic voice from behind him which caused him to smile immediately, “Ram?” She wondered,
Ram expected her to look beautiful, she always did yet he didn’t expect to actually lose his breath at the sight of her. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open ever so slightly,
She stood up straight in her delicate midnight colored heels which showed off her slim ankles and legs. Speaking of her legs, they were on perfect display too. Priya was wearing a black long, v neck dress which was brought in at the knee, revealing her luscious legs to anyone who looked at her. On her wrists, she wore a mix of thin black and silver bangles. Her hair was unlike how she wore it on a usual work day; it was down and had been straightened completely, giving her a very alluring aura. Her makeup was quite natural looking with the exception of a little bit of dark makeup used to bring out the bright coloring within her eyes. She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed perfectly for a cross between sexy and elegant.
Ram forced himself to meet her eyes as her light giggle sounded aloud again, “Plz... I look... Nice?” Priya asked, rubbing her arm in a self conscious manner. Ram got to his feet and rubbed his neck while a harsh blush began to seep across his pale face,
“Priya you look...” He paused, “You look amazing...”
Priya turned red immediately as he held serious eye contact with her. She didn’t mind being complimented by Ram; on the contrary, she welcomed it yet she felt uneasy with the idea of Ram giving her such comments while having a girlfriend. Then again, Priya wasn’t about to tell Ram to stop.
“Thank you, Ram- Mr Kapoor...?” She hesitated, not sure on what persona to give him considering their surroundings. Ram chewed his lip slightly and slowly tilted his head from side to side in thought. He shrugged, “I don’t see why you calling me by my name would be a problem tonight,” He assumed. Priya nodded and smiled up at him.
They both suddenly turned at the sound of a glass being tapped to gain attention. Ram rolled his eyes and whispered a groan as he saw AK standing at the front of the room with a fake smile against his lips. Ram received a light smack on the arm from Priya, telling him to behave. Ram mentally chuckled to himself. He really enjoyed the fact that they were close enough friends to be able to act that way with one another.
Priya living with him turned out to be one of the best decisions he’d ever made; even if it was temporary. Priya was so sweet and kind and she was so very appreciated by Ram who had begun to love coming home because Priya would usually be there waiting for him. She had started to become a lot more comfortable around the place which made Ram happier, knowing that she was becoming settled. Where their work times differed, Priya would normally leave and would get back to his a couple of hours before him. On most days, he would come home to Priya lying upside down on the sofa with the TV on and being surrounded by takeout menus. She asked the same question each time this happened, “What do you feel in the mood for tonight, Ram?” She’d call. Ram would chuckle and join her on the sofa to decide. That... That he was perhaps loving the most...
A nudge from Priya brought him back to reality. Everyone was clapping and he realized then that he must have spaced out while his dad was giving his speech. Priya smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. He gave her a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck as the clapping ceased and people began making small talk with one another again.
“So... What were you thinking about?” Priya wondered as they took a to walk through the gardens of Kapoor Mansion. Dad always held the party at the Mansion; he felt it was necessary. Ram never asked why because truthfully, he didn’t care.
“Uh... Not a lot... His speeches always bore me.” Ram chuckled, hoping that would be enough to stem her questions. Priya giggled and nodded; apparently satisfied.
“Oh!” She breathed, bounding over to a particular rose bush. The roses were crisp and they smelled wonderful; their red coloring was so very eye catching. Roses had always been Priya's favorite flower; ever since she was a little girl.
“Oh... They are so beautiful...” Priya said, just above a whisper. Ram pushed his hands within his trouser pockets and smiled softly. He wandered over to her and glanced from the roses to her,
“You like the roses?” Ram assumed, smirking,
“They are my favorite flower...” Priya answered, absentmindedly, “They are beautiful...”
Priya paused and she giggled as she spun around slowly with her arms extended like a little kid, “Actually... This whole property is simply breath taking!” She exclaimed,
Ram shrugged, “It’s okay... I guess,”
“Okay?”
“Well, I lived here most of my life; I’m just used to the place I suppose.”
Priya nodded as she listened to his words. She beamed up at him suddenly before jumping in front of him with her hands clasped together, “You know, Ram... You should purchase roses to plant on the balcony of your penthouse.” She suggested. Ram chuckled and stepped closer to her as the playfulness began to unravel before them,
“Oh really?” He smirked,
“Mhm... It would make the outside look very pretty,”
“And who would look after the plants, Priya?”
“I would!”
“Oh would you?” Ram's voice began lower as he became physically lower so that his face leveled Priya’s.
“Of course,” Priya mumbled, giggling incoherently.
Their smirks and giggles subsided for a moment as their eyes connected with one another’s. The gaze felt intense and their breathing became somewhat shallower. Priya quietly gulped as she noticed Ram flicker his eyes to the direction of her lips.
In a split second, Ram’s lips were attached to her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and while she didn’t pull away, she did not kiss him back either. The feeling was odd for her. This was what she wanted, it really was but... She never imagined it to happen in such a way.
Priya gently pushed Ram away. The warmth of his lips against hers vanished and she covered her mouth. They both panted and stared at each other with all types of emotions presenting themselves. Priya’s eyes were still wide as she focused on Ram. She wasn’t very sure what she should do. She didn’t want to yell but she didn’t want to make it seem acceptable either.
“I... Th- That was wrong, Ram...” She said, quietly. In her heart, she knew it was wrong. He had ties which didn’t allow him to do what he just did. Ram gulped and attempted to take her hand which she immediately retracted,
“Plz... Priya, I-” He was cut off suddenly as a man slapped a hand down on his shoulder,
“Ram, my boy!” He hollered,
“Mr Khanna... How great to see you,” Ram lied; really, he just wanted to speak to Priya about the kiss. He felt like it was partly impulse but... he did want to do it...
“I need to talk with you.” Mr Khanna explained, before eyeing Priya and giving her a friendly smile, “You don’t mind if I take him off your hands for a little bit, do you beautiful?”
Priya faked a smiled, “No, of course not. Take him for as long as you need to...” She replied, slightly bowing. The elder gentleman and Priya began to walk up the small concrete steps. Ram threw glances back at Priya countless times as he moved. He desperately wanted to talk to Priya and explain his feelings to her.
Ram sighed and continued the journey back into the Mansion with Mr Khanna. There, he took a seat at one of the neatly decorated tables and noticed his dad sitting opposite him. He also scanned the table and recognized 3 other men who he learned were business associates. Mr Khanna clapped his hands together and fixed a wide grin across his face, “Alright gentlemen,” He started, “Let’s talk business.”
Ram stayed pretty quiet throughout the discussion. All they talked about was budgeting and deals which bored him to no end. All he could think about was Priya. He felt terrible about kissing her. He truly wanted to do it. He didn’t regret it at all but he did feel guilty for springing it on Priya with no hint of explanation; he wasn’t even that drunk so he could hardly use that as an excuse either. He sighed. He was pretty sure that Priya was pissed off and upset with him; he just wanted to get out of the place so that he could find her and apologies.
After all of the business associates, including Mr Khanna , had disbanded from the table, he had aimed to get away immediately but a certain male stopped him.
AK placed a heavy hand against Ram’s shoulder, “Ram.” He mumbled, “Is everything alright? You hardly spoke back there.”
“I’m fine. That was just... Really random and unexpected. You should have told me they wanted to discuss things tonight.”
“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal for you to simply talk about the company?”
“It’s not... I’m just... I have a headache.”
“Mm... Go and get some water; maybe take a walk outside.”
Ram nodded and glide past his father. Ram checked every single room which took him a large chunk of time considering the size of the Mansion. He tried calling Priya 10 times but she didn’t pick up once, nor did she reply to the 3 texts he sent her.
He leaned his back against the wall in the hallway of the second floor. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back so it was too, against the wall. His breathing was deep and deafening, to him at least. Suddenly, he heard whistling from someone who was apparently walking down the corridor. Ram slowly opened his eyes to look at the person. At first, his head spun and he was temporarily blinded; okay, maybe he was a little drunk after all.
His eyes fell upon Mr Sharma who appeared briskly beside him a moment later. He cleared his throat before straightening his posture, “Ram, are you alright?” He asked,
“Huh? Yes... Yes, I’m fine Mr Sharma...” Ram paused as a thought lingered in his mind, “Uh... Mr Sharma?”
“Yes, Ram?”
“Have you seen a girl tonight?”
“I do not know if you are aware but there are many females in the Mansion tonight...”
“You’re funnier than you let on...” Ram mocked, “Anyway. She had long hair and black dress. Really tanned and looked about 19?”
“Are you referring to Miss Sharma, Ram?”
Ram raised an eyebrow, “How do you know her?”
“Who do you think helped Amarnath sir find a suitable work colleague for you?”
Ram chuckled, “Have you seen her?”
“Yes, I have actually. I believe she left the party almost 40 minutes ago.”
“She left?” Ram queried, “Did she say anything when she left?”
“Nothing that I can recall.”
Ram was silent for a moment, “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”
“Are you leaving, Ram?”
“Yes, I-”
Mr Sharma made an expression and Ram knew a smirk was tugging at his lips, “Are you going to find Miss Priya?”
“I have to talk to her about something... important.”
Mr Sharma nodded and simply let it go there. They bid each other goodbye and Ram left without another word to anyone. He groaned aloud as he realized that he had to abandon his car due to drinking over the limit. With quick thought, he lightly jogged through the gates of the mansion and continued down the street.
Once Ram had approached a busier area, he whistled for a cab. Two stopped for him and he inwardly smirked; he loved being known across city sometimes. He slid into the backseat of the first taxi that had stopped and he directed him towards his apartment. The driver had a distinct Tamil type of accent attached to his speech. Although, he could have been wrong; he wasn’t listening to a single thing the guy said.
As soon as the cab pulled up, Ram handed him 500. The driver looked like he was about ready to kiss him. Ram nodded his thanks and got out of the car. He wasn’t necessarily in a rush to get up to his place, more so that he wanted to know if Priya had gone back to his or not. He had a pretty good idea that if she hadn’t gone back to his, she would be crashing at a friends’ or a hotel.
Ram bit his lip as the elevator seemed to take a lot longer than usual. The apparently soothing music that bounced off the walls of the elevator was beginning to irritate him. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing in an attempt to calm himself.
His eyes and the doors opened simultaneously. Ram sprinted down the hallways and eventually came up against the doors to his penthouse. He fumbled with his keys but gradually managed to open the doors.
Ram's pace completely changed. As he wandered inside, he was slow and quiet. The whole place was dark with the exception of a lamp lighting one half of the main room. He scanned the kitchen, main room and the bathroom. He wondered if she really had gone to spend the night somewhere else. His eyes widened as a horrid thought came into his mind; what if she had gone home with one of the men who had been at the party?
Ram gulped as he tried not to think about that idea. Suddenly, he heard a soft noise and shifting. He glanced up at the spare room. He knew that sounded like Priya but he needed to be sure. Ram climbed the steps up to the spare room and gently opened the door. He tried to be as silent as he possibly could; he didn’t know what he was going to find.
He exhaled and smiled softly. Priya was fast asleep in her bed with no one else in sight and he could see that she was wearing her usual nightwear. His expression soon turned sad however; she was still going to be angry with him whenever he was able to talk to her. He didn’t want her to be mad. He wanted her to feel good about what happened... He wanted her to have feelings for him also...
Ram closed her door and made his way over to his own room. He changed out of the classy attire and dressed himself in lounge pants; he didn’t feel like wearing any type of shirt tonight. With a heavy sigh, he decided he’d catch Priya in the morning and try and talk with her. He laid his head down on the pillow and allowed himself to drift off into a deep slumber.
Ram completed the task of doing his tie the next morning and he finished up his breakfast. Priya was very angry. He had wanted to catch her before she left for work but she had left much earlier than Ram expected her too. He knew that she was clearly trying to avoid him and he hated it. He hated the feeling of knowing he had made her uncomfortable by what he did.
Ram picked up his keys and his wallet and he left the building. He took the longer route to work. He needed time to think about what he did and how to explain things to Priya.
When he arrived at work, his face held barely any expression. He was hesitant and he thought Priya might slap him if they cross each others’ paths during the day. He was wrong.
Priya wasn’t at her desk when he first came up and his curiosity showed as he tapped a pen repeatedly against his desk, wondering why she wasn’t there and why she hadn’t come into him yet; she always came in to get the file.
Suddenly, Priya strolled through his office doors and Ram kept his eyes on her the entire time. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and that hurt Ram. She stared at the file as she spoke, “Good morning, Mr Kapoor. I should take the file.” Her voice held a sharpness to it beneath her politeness.
Ram was at a loss for words and his mouth hung open slightly. He made a weird noise before clearing his throat, “Sure. H..here...” He stuttered, handing her the file from under his desk. Priya nodded and took them from him before strutting right back out again.
Ram sighed and let his head fall into his hands. It was going to be a long day.
The darkness of the evening began to seep in at every opening within the sky. Ram watched the elemental changes through the glass of his office. It was getting quite late and he knew he should have gone home a long time ago and yet, here he was. He didn’t have any work to do nor did he have to write up anything important for his dad. He was simply... Thinking. A lot.
He never meant to endanger the comfortable relationship he had with Priya. He would never want that. He just... Followed his heart. Was that truly so wrong?
All of a sudden, the doors opened and Priya shuffled in, carrying a big stack of files in her slim arms. Ram sat up and smiled briefly. It disappeared when he noticed that she still wouldn’t look him in the eyes. She swiftly walked over and slammed the file down on the desk. She seemed a lot more disheveled than earlier on.
As she straightened herself up, she blew some stray hair out of her face, “Mr Kapoor. These files have been rearranged and completed as asked for.” Priya informed him,
“Thank you, Priya.” Ram replied. Without a word, Priya turned on her heel and took a step away from him. Without hesitation, Ram got to his feet and caught her wrist,
“Priya... Plz... Look, I’m so sorry about what I did...” He pleaded. Ram didn’t think she was going to reply at first. She kept her eyes focused on the ground and made no real movements. She sighed.
“...The kiss... did not bother me. I- I rather enjoyed it... however... It is the fact that you did that whilst you are still in the relationship with Isha.” Priya admitted, finally allowing herself to glance at him with a soft expression. Ram pulled her a little closer so that the desk wasn’t separating them. There was still a distance between them so that Ram didn’t push the delicately set boundaries.
“I know, Priya... And I really am sorry but... I can’t help myself anymore. I literally can’t resist you. It’s just... You’re so beautiful and sweet and bubbly... You’re amazing and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you.”
Priya was blushing; that was obvious even in the dim light. She gave into a timid smile, “I... I did not realize that... you felt so strongly about me...” She whispered,
“Well... I do...” Ram continued, rubbing his neck and feeling his face heat up, “I really do, Priya.”
Priya’s smile only widened as she took a step closer to him, “Just so you are aware, I feel the exact same way as you do...”
Ram smirked, “Good... I don’t know if I could handle it if you angry with me...”
Priya giggled and their eyes bonded with the intensity between them. Ram brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and let his hand linger against her cheek. Priya tilted her head and leaned up onto her toes. She made quick work of searing her lips to his. Ram was taken aback at first but soon his hands found her waist and he pulled her close. She allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue and roam her back with his hands.
When they parted, Ram was smirking but he had an eyebrow raised, “I thought you-” Priya cut him off,
“I do not like it... But I also do not like having to do the resisting of you either, Ram...” Priya hushed, stroking his face as she peered into his eyes. Ram smirked and exhaled a sigh of content. He knew in his heart that this was completely right. Ram’s teeth clashed with Priya’s as their passion for mouth dominance began. He slipped away from her lips and kissed along her jaw line while his hands continued their expedition of her body. His cold fingertips edged beneath her light shirt. She gasped at the sudden contact and placed her hands over his. Priya smirked, “We should go home, Ram...” She hinted,
Ram nodded almost absentmindedly and they quickly made their way down to the parking lot...
Biting his lip, he tried tying the bow tie for a 20th time in less than 10 minutes. Ram's heart pumped harder as he almost had it but it fell apart at the last moment. He let out a loud groan in annoyance.
Suddenly, Priya appeared in the mirror as she leaned against the frame in a bathrobe. Ram tried averting his eyes but to no avail, he glanced at her long shapely legs and his eyes scanned upwards until they rested upon her beautiful face.
“Are you alright, Ram?” She asked, taking a couple of steps into the room,
“Yes...” Ram hesitated, “No. I hate bow ties and it’s making me go insane!”
Priya giggled and wandered closer to him. She gently pulled on his arm to make him turn towards her. Her fingers delicately began straightening out the bow tie before beginning to tie it the right way.
“Shouldn't you be getting ready too?” Ram queried, not bothering to stop himself from staring at the robe around her body.
Priya shrugged, “Not just yet... You are expected to be there earlier than I; you're dad asked that of you.” Priya paused, “And we also agreed not to do the carpooling to the venue together... I certainly have more time than you,”
Ram nodded slowly but thought of something, “Oh! Speaking of that, are you sure you don’t wanna ride with me? I don’t know if I feel comfortable with you getting a cab. The drivers can be complete staff, y’know.”
“Thank you for your concern, Ram but I am a big girl; I am certain that I can handle myself,” She laughed. Ram blushed slightly, realizing that he had fallen into revealing his concern for her well being. Hopefully, Priya didn’t dwell on it too much.
“Besides... We agreed that it would look very conspicuous; not to mention unprofessional?” Priya continued,
“I guess...” Ram mumbled, still a little unhappy that he couldn’t take her with him. He carefully shifted his eyes towards the mirror so he could examine Priya’s in progress work. Ram smirked,
“You’re good at tying the bow tie, you know...” Ram complimented,
Priya smiled, almost sadly, “Thank you...” Her eyes became briefly dull as she spoke, “... I used to tie my papa’s bow ties when I lived with them...”
Ram opened his mouth to apologies but Priya patted his chest, “Finished!” She chirped, smiling proudly. Ram fully turned his body so that he was fully facing the mirror. He grinned as she gently tugged on the sleeves of his blazer.
“Looks awesome, Priya! Thanks.” Ram appreciated, earning a courteous nod from the red head.
Ram sighed as he chanced a look at the clock. He wandered around his room, picking up his ID, invitation, keys and his phone. He softly smiled at Priya and placed both hands on her shoulders, “Okay, Miss. Sharma. I gotta get going.” He informed her, “See you in a while,”
“Of course, Ram; I shall see you again shortly.” Priya beamed. Ram released her shoulders and shrugged on his coat. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror by the front door and nodded to himself. He snapped his fingers and turned back to Priya who was watching him,
"Priya, don’t forget to-“ Ram was cut off,
“Lock the front door once I leave; I know,” Priya giggled,
Ram rolled his eyes at her and grinned, “Hurry up and get ready, slacker.” He joked,
“You must get going before the gel in your hair evaporates, Ram,” Priya countered with a playful smirk,
Ram had to double take to check that it was indeed Priya who had said such a quick remark, “Oh, you win this time, Miss. Sharma.” He chuckled. She waved to him as he finally bid her farewell and left.
Ram had evolved a headache almost straight away, from the moment he met up with his dad an hour ago before the work party began. AK hadn’t even wanted him for a particular reason; he wanted to remind him to stay almost calm, at least throughout the night. Ram had argued and told him that he was no longer a kid to which his dad replied that he could be a little, “Careless,” when he lost his grip on himself at events with Intoxicating drink. Now, here he was, sipping some of his white wine whilst stitching a sour expression against his face. He just wanted to see one person. It was all he needed for his mood to change however; she had yet to make an appearance. The party was well on its way and he wondered if anything had happened to Priya. He was about to whip out his phone but he heard a certain angelic voice from behind him which caused him to smile immediately, “Ram?” She wondered,
Ram expected her to look beautiful, she always did yet he didn’t expect to actually lose his breath at the sight of her. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open ever so slightly,
She stood up straight in her delicate midnight colored heels which showed off her slim ankles and legs. Speaking of her legs, they were on perfect display too. Priya was wearing a black long, v neck dress which was brought in at the knee, revealing her luscious legs to anyone who looked at her. On her wrists, she wore a mix of thin black and silver bangles. Her hair was unlike how she wore it on a usual work day; it was down and had been straightened completely, giving her a very alluring aura. Her makeup was quite natural looking with the exception of a little bit of dark makeup used to bring out the bright coloring within her eyes. She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed perfectly for a cross between sexy and elegant.
Ram forced himself to meet her eyes as her light giggle sounded aloud again, “Plz... I look... Nice?” Priya asked, rubbing her arm in a self conscious manner. Ram got to his feet and rubbed his neck while a harsh blush began to seep across his pale face,
“Priya you look...” He paused, “You look amazing...”
Priya turned red immediately as he held serious eye contact with her. She didn’t mind being complimented by Ram; on the contrary, she welcomed it yet she felt uneasy with the idea of Ram giving her such comments while having a girlfriend. Then again, Priya wasn’t about to tell Ram to stop.
“Thank you, Ram- Mr Kapoor...?” She hesitated, not sure on what persona to give him considering their surroundings. Ram chewed his lip slightly and slowly tilted his head from side to side in thought. He shrugged, “I don’t see why you calling me by my name would be a problem tonight,” He assumed. Priya nodded and smiled up at him.
They both suddenly turned at the sound of a glass being tapped to gain attention. Ram rolled his eyes and whispered a groan as he saw AK standing at the front of the room with a fake smile against his lips. Ram received a light smack on the arm from Priya, telling him to behave. Ram mentally chuckled to himself. He really enjoyed the fact that they were close enough friends to be able to act that way with one another.
Priya living with him turned out to be one of the best decisions he’d ever made; even if it was temporary. Priya was so sweet and kind and she was so very appreciated by Ram who had begun to love coming home because Priya would usually be there waiting for him. She had started to become a lot more comfortable around the place which made Ram happier, knowing that she was becoming settled. Where their work times differed, Priya would normally leave and would get back to his a couple of hours before him. On most days, he would come home to Priya lying upside down on the sofa with the TV on and being surrounded by takeout menus. She asked the same question each time this happened, “What do you feel in the mood for tonight, Ram?” She’d call. Ram would chuckle and join her on the sofa to decide. That... That he was perhaps loving the most...
A nudge from Priya brought him back to reality. Everyone was clapping and he realized then that he must have spaced out while his dad was giving his speech. Priya smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. He gave her a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck as the clapping ceased and people began making small talk with one another again.
“So... What were you thinking about?” Priya wondered as they took a to walk through the gardens of Kapoor Mansion. Dad always held the party at the Mansion; he felt it was necessary. Ram never asked why because truthfully, he didn’t care.
“Uh... Not a lot... His speeches always bore me.” Ram chuckled, hoping that would be enough to stem her questions. Priya giggled and nodded; apparently satisfied.
“Oh!” She breathed, bounding over to a particular rose bush. The roses were crisp and they smelled wonderful; their red coloring was so very eye catching. Roses had always been Priya's favorite flower; ever since she was a little girl.
“Oh... They are so beautiful...” Priya said, just above a whisper. Ram pushed his hands within his trouser pockets and smiled softly. He wandered over to her and glanced from the roses to her,
“You like the roses?” Ram assumed, smirking,
“They are my favorite flower...” Priya answered, absentmindedly, “They are beautiful...”
Priya paused and she giggled as she spun around slowly with her arms extended like a little kid, “Actually... This whole property is simply breath taking!” She exclaimed,
Ram shrugged, “It’s okay... I guess,”
“Okay?”
“Well, I lived here most of my life; I’m just used to the place I suppose.”
Priya nodded as she listened to his words. She beamed up at him suddenly before jumping in front of him with her hands clasped together, “You know, Ram... You should purchase roses to plant on the balcony of your penthouse.” She suggested. Ram chuckled and stepped closer to her as the playfulness began to unravel before them,
“Oh really?” He smirked,
“Mhm... It would make the outside look very pretty,”
“And who would look after the plants, Priya?”
“I would!”
“Oh would you?” Ram's voice began lower as he became physically lower so that his face leveled Priya’s.
“Of course,” Priya mumbled, giggling incoherently.
Their smirks and giggles subsided for a moment as their eyes connected with one another’s. The gaze felt intense and their breathing became somewhat shallower. Priya quietly gulped as she noticed Ram flicker his eyes to the direction of her lips.
In a split second, Ram’s lips were attached to her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and while she didn’t pull away, she did not kiss him back either. The feeling was odd for her. This was what she wanted, it really was but... She never imagined it to happen in such a way.
Priya gently pushed Ram away. The warmth of his lips against hers vanished and she covered her mouth. They both panted and stared at each other with all types of emotions presenting themselves. Priya’s eyes were still wide as she focused on Ram. She wasn’t very sure what she should do. She didn’t want to yell but she didn’t want to make it seem acceptable either.
“I... Th- That was wrong, Ram...” She said, quietly. In her heart, she knew it was wrong. He had ties which didn’t allow him to do what he just did. Ram gulped and attempted to take her hand which she immediately retracted,
“Plz... Priya, I-” He was cut off suddenly as a man slapped a hand down on his shoulder,
“Ram, my boy!” He hollered,
“Mr Khanna... How great to see you,” Ram lied; really, he just wanted to speak to Priya about the kiss. He felt like it was partly impulse but... he did want to do it...
“I need to talk with you.” Mr Khanna explained, before eyeing Priya and giving her a friendly smile, “You don’t mind if I take him off your hands for a little bit, do you beautiful?”
Priya faked a smiled, “No, of course not. Take him for as long as you need to...” She replied, slightly bowing. The elder gentleman and Priya began to walk up the small concrete steps. Ram threw glances back at Priya countless times as he moved. He desperately wanted to talk to Priya and explain his feelings to her.
Ram sighed and continued the journey back into the Mansion with Mr Khanna. There, he took a seat at one of the neatly decorated tables and noticed his dad sitting opposite him. He also scanned the table and recognized 3 other men who he learned were business associates. Mr Khanna clapped his hands together and fixed a wide grin across his face, “Alright gentlemen,” He started, “Let’s talk business.”
Ram stayed pretty quiet throughout the discussion. All they talked about was budgeting and deals which bored him to no end. All he could think about was Priya. He felt terrible about kissing her. He truly wanted to do it. He didn’t regret it at all but he did feel guilty for springing it on Priya with no hint of explanation; he wasn’t even that drunk so he could hardly use that as an excuse either. He sighed. He was pretty sure that Priya was pissed off and upset with him; he just wanted to get out of the place so that he could find her and apologies.
After all of the business associates, including Mr Khanna , had disbanded from the table, he had aimed to get away immediately but a certain male stopped him.
AK placed a heavy hand against Ram’s shoulder, “Ram.” He mumbled, “Is everything alright? You hardly spoke back there.”
“I’m fine. That was just... Really random and unexpected. You should have told me they wanted to discuss things tonight.”
“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal for you to simply talk about the company?”
“It’s not... I’m just... I have a headache.”
“Mm... Go and get some water; maybe take a walk outside.”
Ram nodded and glide past his father. Ram checked every single room which took him a large chunk of time considering the size of the Mansion. He tried calling Priya 10 times but she didn’t pick up once, nor did she reply to the 3 texts he sent her.
He leaned his back against the wall in the hallway of the second floor. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back so it was too, against the wall. His breathing was deep and deafening, to him at least. Suddenly, he heard whistling from someone who was apparently walking down the corridor. Ram slowly opened his eyes to look at the person. At first, his head spun and he was temporarily blinded; okay, maybe he was a little drunk after all.
His eyes fell upon Mr Sharma who appeared briskly beside him a moment later. He cleared his throat before straightening his posture, “Ram, are you alright?” He asked,
“Huh? Yes... Yes, I’m fine Mr Sharma...” Ram paused as a thought lingered in his mind, “Uh... Mr Sharma?”
“Yes, Ram?”
“Have you seen a girl tonight?”
“I do not know if you are aware but there are many females in the Mansion tonight...”
“You’re funnier than you let on...” Ram mocked, “Anyway. She had long hair and black dress. Really tanned and looked about 19?”
“Are you referring to Miss Sharma, Ram?”
Ram raised an eyebrow, “How do you know her?”
“Who do you think helped Amarnath sir find a suitable work colleague for you?”
Ram chuckled, “Have you seen her?”
“Yes, I have actually. I believe she left the party almost 40 minutes ago.”
“She left?” Ram queried, “Did she say anything when she left?”
“Nothing that I can recall.”
Ram was silent for a moment, “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”
“Are you leaving, Ram?”
“Yes, I-”
Mr Sharma made an expression and Ram knew a smirk was tugging at his lips, “Are you going to find Miss Priya?”
“I have to talk to her about something... important.”
Mr Sharma nodded and simply let it go there. They bid each other goodbye and Ram left without another word to anyone. He groaned aloud as he realized that he had to abandon his car due to drinking over the limit. With quick thought, he lightly jogged through the gates of the mansion and continued down the street.
Once Ram had approached a busier area, he whistled for a cab. Two stopped for him and he inwardly smirked; he loved being known across city sometimes. He slid into the backseat of the first taxi that had stopped and he directed him towards his apartment. The driver had a distinct Tamil type of accent attached to his speech. Although, he could have been wrong; he wasn’t listening to a single thing the guy said.
As soon as the cab pulled up, Ram handed him 500. The driver looked like he was about ready to kiss him. Ram nodded his thanks and got out of the car. He wasn’t necessarily in a rush to get up to his place, more so that he wanted to know if Priya had gone back to his or not. He had a pretty good idea that if she hadn’t gone back to his, she would be crashing at a friends’ or a hotel.
Ram bit his lip as the elevator seemed to take a lot longer than usual. The apparently soothing music that bounced off the walls of the elevator was beginning to irritate him. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing in an attempt to calm himself.
His eyes and the doors opened simultaneously. Ram sprinted down the hallways and eventually came up against the doors to his penthouse. He fumbled with his keys but gradually managed to open the doors.
Ram's pace completely changed. As he wandered inside, he was slow and quiet. The whole place was dark with the exception of a lamp lighting one half of the main room. He scanned the kitchen, main room and the bathroom. He wondered if she really had gone to spend the night somewhere else. His eyes widened as a horrid thought came into his mind; what if she had gone home with one of the men who had been at the party?
Ram gulped as he tried not to think about that idea. Suddenly, he heard a soft noise and shifting. He glanced up at the spare room. He knew that sounded like Priya but he needed to be sure. Ram climbed the steps up to the spare room and gently opened the door. He tried to be as silent as he possibly could; he didn’t know what he was going to find.
He exhaled and smiled softly. Priya was fast asleep in her bed with no one else in sight and he could see that she was wearing her usual nightwear. His expression soon turned sad however; she was still going to be angry with him whenever he was able to talk to her. He didn’t want her to be mad. He wanted her to feel good about what happened... He wanted her to have feelings for him also...
Ram closed her door and made his way over to his own room. He changed out of the classy attire and dressed himself in lounge pants; he didn’t feel like wearing any type of shirt tonight. With a heavy sigh, he decided he’d catch Priya in the morning and try and talk with her. He laid his head down on the pillow and allowed himself to drift off into a deep slumber.
Ram completed the task of doing his tie the next morning and he finished up his breakfast. Priya was very angry. He had wanted to catch her before she left for work but she had left much earlier than Ram expected her too. He knew that she was clearly trying to avoid him and he hated it. He hated the feeling of knowing he had made her uncomfortable by what he did.
Ram picked up his keys and his wallet and he left the building. He took the longer route to work. He needed time to think about what he did and how to explain things to Priya.
When he arrived at work, his face held barely any expression. He was hesitant and he thought Priya might slap him if they cross each others’ paths during the day. He was wrong.
Priya wasn’t at her desk when he first came up and his curiosity showed as he tapped a pen repeatedly against his desk, wondering why she wasn’t there and why she hadn’t come into him yet; she always came in to get the file.
Suddenly, Priya strolled through his office doors and Ram kept his eyes on her the entire time. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and that hurt Ram. She stared at the file as she spoke, “Good morning, Mr Kapoor. I should take the file.” Her voice held a sharpness to it beneath her politeness.
Ram was at a loss for words and his mouth hung open slightly. He made a weird noise before clearing his throat, “Sure. H..here...” He stuttered, handing her the file from under his desk. Priya nodded and took them from him before strutting right back out again.
Ram sighed and let his head fall into his hands. It was going to be a long day.
The darkness of the evening began to seep in at every opening within the sky. Ram watched the elemental changes through the glass of his office. It was getting quite late and he knew he should have gone home a long time ago and yet, here he was. He didn’t have any work to do nor did he have to write up anything important for his dad. He was simply... Thinking. A lot.
He never meant to endanger the comfortable relationship he had with Priya. He would never want that. He just... Followed his heart. Was that truly so wrong?
All of a sudden, the doors opened and Priya shuffled in, carrying a big stack of files in her slim arms. Ram sat up and smiled briefly. It disappeared when he noticed that she still wouldn’t look him in the eyes. She swiftly walked over and slammed the file down on the desk. She seemed a lot more disheveled than earlier on.
As she straightened herself up, she blew some stray hair out of her face, “Mr Kapoor. These files have been rearranged and completed as asked for.” Priya informed him,
“Thank you, Priya.” Ram replied. Without a word, Priya turned on her heel and took a step away from him. Without hesitation, Ram got to his feet and caught her wrist,
“Priya... Plz... Look, I’m so sorry about what I did...” He pleaded. Ram didn’t think she was going to reply at first. She kept her eyes focused on the ground and made no real movements. She sighed.
“...The kiss... did not bother me. I- I rather enjoyed it... however... It is the fact that you did that whilst you are still in the relationship with Isha.” Priya admitted, finally allowing herself to glance at him with a soft expression. Ram pulled her a little closer so that the desk wasn’t separating them. There was still a distance between them so that Ram didn’t push the delicately set boundaries.
“I know, Priya... And I really am sorry but... I can’t help myself anymore. I literally can’t resist you. It’s just... You’re so beautiful and sweet and bubbly... You’re amazing and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you.”
Priya was blushing; that was obvious even in the dim light. She gave into a timid smile, “I... I did not realize that... you felt so strongly about me...” She whispered,
“Well... I do...” Ram continued, rubbing his neck and feeling his face heat up, “I really do, Priya.”
Priya’s smile only widened as she took a step closer to him, “Just so you are aware, I feel the exact same way as you do...”
Ram smirked, “Good... I don’t know if I could handle it if you angry with me...”
Priya giggled and their eyes bonded with the intensity between them. Ram brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and let his hand linger against her cheek. Priya tilted her head and leaned up onto her toes. She made quick work of searing her lips to his. Ram was taken aback at first but soon his hands found her waist and he pulled her close. She allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue and roam her back with his hands.
When they parted, Ram was smirking but he had an eyebrow raised, “I thought you-” Priya cut him off,
“I do not like it... But I also do not like having to do the resisting of you either, Ram...” Priya hushed, stroking his face as she peered into his eyes. Ram smirked and exhaled a sigh of content. He knew in his heart that this was completely right. Ram’s teeth clashed with Priya’s as their passion for mouth dominance began. He slipped away from her lips and kissed along her jaw line while his hands continued their expedition of her body. His cold fingertips edged beneath her light shirt. She gasped at the sudden contact and placed her hands over his. Priya smirked, “We should go home, Ram...” She hinted,
Ram nodded almost absentmindedly and they quickly made their way down to the parking lot...
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