SANDHIR OS -SUPERGLUE?

SANDHIR OS

'What?' Sanyukta snaps

He makes a sad face and shows her his pinky finger and then gestures towards the toilet. Sanyukta's eyes widens, then her expression changes to that of disgust

'Chi! Are you mad? Till we are stuck you hold it...'she says and starts applying more soap to their hands. Randhir looks at her aghast, but seeing her angry avatar he decides to keep mum, holding is better than getting to hear an earful from Sanyukta.

After one hour of scrubbing, their hands were still joined. Randhir suggested they drink some coffee, maybe they will get an idea there. Sanyukta thinks for a while and nods her head. Randhir places his free hand over her shoulder and asks her to relax.

'We are glued together, it's not that bad...at least you are glued to me' he says smiling. Sanyukta looks at him, he does have a point, why is she over reacting? She smiles. Randhir mentally sighs in relieve.

They reach the restro bar, as they make their way towards the counter Joy comes towards them walking mindlessly. Arjun and Sumit who are sitting at the counter, they make a silent plan to embarrass Joy. Arjun sticks out his feet, Joy who is day-dreaming about Kritika didn't notice and trips.

'Ahh...'

He had been holding a glass of orange juice which slips from his hand and its content spills over Sanyukta's green Kurthi.

Randhir smacks his forehead, as it is Sanyukta was in bad mood and now this. Sanyukta's mouth drops open. She glared at Joy mentally cursing him. Joy gulps.

'Sanyukta...don't worry, just change' Randhir says, he could feel her getting angry. He places his arm around Sanyukta and gently caressed her arm to calm her. Sanyukta takes a deep breath and nods her head.

This time before entering the room, Sanyukta announced beforehand. Luckily, only Sanaya was there in the room. After the morning incident, Randhir feels awkward to meet Kritika.

Sanyukta is going through her wardrobe searching a dress, Randhir looks on.

'No peeking inside a girl's wardrobe' Sanyukta says and Randhir looks away

'Naughty boy, Sheku' Sanaya giggles. Randhir frowns at her but she just beams at him.

As Sanyukta is going through her wardrobe a piece of cloth falls which goes unnoticed by her.

'Oh!' Randhir says bending down to pick it up, when he does he smirks on noticing it to be her red lacy bra. From corner of his eyes he looks at Sanaya who has ear phones plugged to her ears and she swaying to the rhyme of the music, her eyes closed. Randhir picks up the inner casually and clears her throat. Sanyukta turns around and her eyes widen seeing him dangle it before her eyes.

'You won't be wearing this?' he smirks

She shies and grabs the bra from his hand 'Behave, don't be a tharki' she says and turns back to her wardrobe, she smiles shyly.

'No, peeking' Sanyukta says. Randhir and Sanyukta are now back in their room. Randhir is having his back facing Sanyukta, their hands still glued together.

'Ya, Ya' he says for the nth time. Sanyukta doesn't know why she is feeling so shy to change clothes with Randhir being here, she bites her lower lip and glances back. Randhir is still looking the other way. She smiles and turns around. She smiles as she yanks down her sleeve. Randhir is having really hard time controlling his urge to turn around.

From corner of his eyes he sees her cloth drop to the side, he gulps. Unable to control anymore, he twists his body slightly and looks at her back.