CUFFLINKED FOREVER

Savi:

Through the tainted glass panes of the cupboard, I saw Mr.Thakkar enter very cautiously, his gun at an arm's length, ready to attack any moment. I decided to announce my presence and pushed the side of the cupboard door with my entire body.. A rattling sound pierced the silence in the room and Mr.Thakkar sharply turned his gaze at me:

Through the cracked glass pane, I clearly saw the concern clouding Mr Thakkar's vision. He approached slowly and opened the door. Relief rushed into his face as he found me, huddled inside the shelf. He lifted me down and when my legs hit the ground, they were numb and I lost balance--

It was at that moment when he firmly gripped my waist as our upper bodies crashed once again and I looked into his hazel eyes..

Damn..those eyes were attractive!

The moon light penetrating the windows seemed to glorify the beauty of this man...

Wait..Beauty? What was wrong with me!

He's MR. ANGOOR.. and nothing about him is sweet or handsome..get it in your head Savi!

Mr. Thakkar helped me sit on the floor and untied my wrists which were blood stained due to the cuts on my palm and the scratches of the ropes..

And then, he hesitantly approached my face and touched the tape on my cheek...

His fingers were warm, yet cool and an unexplainable excitement came and disappeared within me like a flash.

"Khud chalne ka kasht uthayengi ke wo kaam bhi aapka ye naukar kare, maharani?" he said in a low irritated voice..

I struggled to get up, but my legs were too numb to hold my body up. As I was about to fall a second time, I felt myself breathing steadily against this arrogant officer.

No guys, it wasn't romantic at all....

Okay fine....it was romantic, but only a little bit.

As a professional daydreamer, I had often dreamt of me wearing a blue Cinderella gown, and my prince carrying me down the majestic stairs..

My dreams came to a sharp halt when the boots hit the old wooden creaky stairs. Each step on them made the floor wince, as Mr. Angoor carried me down the stairs.

When we finally got to the van, he removed the tape from my mouth and in his swiftness, I cried out, as the tape cut across my lower lip, blood streaming out of it.

Rajat immediately reached out for the first aid box, muttering to himself angrily, "Banke dikhana h sher, thodi si bhaag daur mein dher..."

My anger spiked up. "Kya kaha aap---aah!" the flesh in my lips burned.

Looking at me with concerned and agitated eyes, he said,

"Chup! Chup ekdam! 3 saal se yahan kaam kr rhi ho, tumhe ye nhi pata ki kahan khatra ho sakta hai? Kidnap kaise ho gyi tum? Ek police officer hoke, Bahar bhi nhi nikal paayi khud se! Aur ab jaldi se tape kya hataya, itna bada cut laga liya! Jab ho mom ki bani hui, toh aag se khelti kyun ho?"

I kept my lips forcefully shut. Then with a surprising tenderness, his fingers grazed my lower lip, easing the burning sensation and the pain, the tape had left..

He applied the ointment on my remaining wounds and only when I opened the window to let the air in, did I realise that my uniform was torn from the backside.

My insides burned with shame-- what if he accidentally sees it? I needed to change my seat or clothes--and definitely, seat was a better option.