Snippets of Madam Sirr (S1)

*** This episode is where Haseena visits Anubhav's house for a midnight coffee date. The story starts after Haseena learns that Anubhav is alone at home. ***

Haseena conceals herself in the little space next to the cupboard, squeezing herself within the white-tiled walls, hoping that the noise didn't wake up Anubhav's mother. Anubhav stands a little farther away, an amused smirk on his lips.

"Haseena Ji", he called, making his way near her.  "There is no one at home."

Haseena looked at him, her gaze turning red in blushed tones. She looked down directly avoiding his gaze while she tries to get out of the hiding place when Anubhav reaches his arm and locks her in place. Haseena still doesn't look up but keeps her face hidden, biting her lower lip, her hands on Anubhav's arm.

He touches Haseena's chin and raises her face so that she has no choice but to look at him. The light beautifully glistens in her eyes sending shivers of sparks throughout Anubhav. He continues to bring her face closer until they are mere inches away from each other, eyes locked, hearts beating in synchronization.

Haseena's insides fumble into water as her throat becomes parched. She is intently conscious of Anubhav's eyes gazing deep at her. She continues the look, arching forward into him, her stomach in a flip of rotation, grazing at the building of anticipation.

"Haseena Ji..." he called out, her voice amplified in her ear. "Shall we finish making the coffee?"

Haseena was dumbfounded. It took her a minute to understand what he said. She playfully swatted him on the arm as the pair resumed their process of making coffee. Anubhav intentionally made mistakes so that Haseena would be the one to make the coffee.

"I wanted to drink a coffee from you but you let me make it", she said, her voice crossing over a mild anger.

Anubhav laughed and picked up a small spoon of coffee, playfully parting Haseena's lips. He coated her mouth with the thick brown liquid all the while staring deep into her eyes. Haseena swallowed unintentionally, her gaze lingering hungrily on his eyes and the perfect contours of his lips.

"Haan Haseena Ji, I'll surely make you a coffee someday" he leaned closer taking the spoon out of her mouth. "But it is said that after midnight, it is extreme good luck to drink coffee made by such a beautiful person" he said licking the spoon in slow, elaborate arcs, his eyes sparking in a delicious danger.

He kept the spoon aside and poured two cups of coffee saying "shall we go?"

Haseena didn't answer but followed him inside, her stomach uncurling in knots. She felt herself drawn to him, an irresistible hunger opening in her. She wanted him and she knew that he too ached for Haseena the same way. It was evident in his eyes. She followed him up the stairs to a balcony where a couple of plastic chairs were laid out under the canopy of a beautiful night.

Haseena sat down first and took the cup from Anubhav. Their fingers lightly tapped against each other sending waves of shock splashing in them both. The night was chilly but Haseena had no qualms; she had a strong cup of hot coffee and a block of warmth right next to her.

They sipped the coffees in silence entrenched by the beauty of the night sky occasionally casting brief glances at one another.

Anubhav had no intention of spending the night in silence but in Haseena's company his words seemed to melt right out of his mouth. It was as if staying near her made him mute. He wondered whether he could bask in her presence, in this warm and tangy feeling of hers forever. It relaxed Anubhav from the inside crumbling down his walls.