Note: All right goes to the writer of the
novel E.L.James i will just write it on my way and it would be both Ram and
Priya's POV
Part 3
My Personal body
gurad took my shopping bags from my hand and open the car’s door for me …I sit
in my car outside the hardawre store grinning like a complete idiot…Oh Miss
Priya Sharma…I am obsessed with u ? how she can have such effect on me…I once
again glance at the store and my driver switch on the engine and drove off….on
my mind there she lingers…image of her biting that god damn lip ….the way she
tucks her hair behind her ear…Get a grip Ram …I try to shake it off…and clear
my focus…but no,there she is…all I want to do is Fuck her ….
Back to hardware
store ….Mrs.khanna and all others wished priya good luck for her new job and
bid her bye …she left the store ..
When I arrive home
later…Neha is wearing her headphones and working on her laptop….I m thoroughly
drained-exhausted by the interview…and by being rushed off my feet at store…I
slump on the couch…Neha stopped working and sat next to me …
Neha: u Ok
Priya: (opening her
eyes) yes I m ok just tired
Neha: hhmm…would u
like to eat something..
I nod my head and
neha went to kitchen …she start gathering the making of a sandwich…she came
back with the sandwiches ….and gave it to me ..once we’ve eaten…I’m able to sit
at the dining table with neha…by the time we both finish our work, its
midnight…neha went to her room and I make my way to my room…exhausted but
pleased that I’ve to go for my new job from tomorrow and to see him again …I
flush and curl up in my white iron bed, wrapping my mother’s quilt around me,
close my eyes and I am restless that night, tossing and turning..Dreaming of
smoky eyes,coveralls,long legs,long fingers and dark dark unexpected places..I
wake twice in the night ..my heart pounding..Oh,I’m going to look just great
tomorrow with so little sleep..I scold myself…I punch my pillow and try to
settle
*
Grabbing my laptop and going over numbers for one of the
many businesses I own. Out of the window the evening light is drifting off into
darkness. The view is spectacular but oh GOD I'm scared of heights.
In just under few hours' time, I'll see Miss Sharma... My
chest tightens with anticipation. Nerves, perhaps? Why is she affecting me
so much? The thought is irritating. Not one of the previous subs I've had,
made me feel this way. I've never chased someone to be mine before. What is
this strange power she is inflicting on me.
That night I couldn’t blink my eyes for a minute …I was
imagining her with me …and those fucking biting lips ….God ..I was imagining my
lips on hers and biting her lips….
The night pass in no time at all …I went to freshen up
and to get ready for my office….I took out one of my favorite business suit…
Priya’s house
I woke up and freshen up and got read for the day ..its
my first day at office and I don’t want to be late….i dressed in a silk shirt
and skirt …
neha was still sleeping …I ate my breakfast and took the car keys and walk out from the house ….
Kapoor Industries
I was inside my office and was standing near the lift ..I
press the button and made my way inside the elevator…when I heard a familiar
sound…
Priya: Please! Please! Please stop…
I stopped the lift and she came inside ….damn what on
Earth! Our dress color were matching …fuck!coincidense….she is looking damn
Hot…I would say Sexy…those tight skirt and the fresh smell of her make me go
crazy…
Priya: good morning! Sir and sorry for making u stop the
lift
Sir! call me that again Miss Priya…it sounds musical from
your mouth…
Ram: good morning! Miss Sharma …not a problem…and good to
see u on time…
She smiled at me and again she bit those fucking lips of
her… My cock twitches in
response. Fuck! What’s happening to me? I controlled myself…and those feeling….as the elevator
reaches to the floor…I stepped out and straightly walk towards my cabin without
looking at her.,.
Ram: get the details from miss patel
Priya: ok sir
I thought for a moment why he is behaving like this
…without looking at me and not talking further he went to his cabin ….I pout
and went to miss patel..she took me to my cabin …she gives me the details…
Miss patel: now you are Ram’s personal secretary …so u
have to look after every thing …she smiled at me and left the cabin
Yeah! Personal secretary …not his personal girlfriend or something else …..I took the
file and starts my work….
Ram’s cabin
I was sitting on the chair and turn my chair towards left
….I walk and slide the curtains….My and Miss Sharma’s cabin is interconnected
with a glass…..i can see her but she can’t see me as its one way mirror…I keep
looking at her ….she is so perfect…her full attention on her work…I was feeling
to break this damn glass and take her in my arms…and kiss those fucking lips of
hers ….my phone rings and I walk towards my table and took the call …I got busy
in my work….but I kept the curtains like that so that I can keep glancing her…
Priya’s cabin
I got busy in my work…I was going through some important
file .. I read it carefully and then made my way to Ram’s cabin …Ram Sir’s
cabin …
Here I saw her getting up from her chair and walking
outside her cabin… I took the control panel and press the button and the
curtains slides down…and here I heard a knock ….
Ram: yes come in
I walk inside his cabin and gave him the file
Priya: Sir I need your sign here..
Sir! Better u call me with other name Miss Priya …its so
distracting and if u call me again may be I wouldn’t control my self …I took
the file from her hand …my fingers touched hers …she shivered with my touch
…..and a current pass through my nerves… I signed it and handed her back….she
turns and walk outside my cabin….and my eyes again caught her perfect ass…I
closed my eyes and inhaled deeply….phew ... lets see Ram how many days you’ll
control your feelings….
*
I was sitting in my car and driving…it was a great day …I
feel so fresh and happy….his face was coming in front of my eyes…how would I
control myself … he is my Boss I have to control my emotions and feelings….I
reached home… I didn’t found neha … she must be at the bar …. I fresh myself
and later I call my mom in Delhi to check on her, and also tell her about my
Job….she proceeds to tell me about her latest venture into candle making…my
mother is all about new business ventures….fundamentally she’s bored and wants
something to occupy her time…but she has the attention span of a goldfish…..
Shipra: how are the things with you priya?
Priya: I’m fine
Shipra: priya? Have you met someone?
Wow…how does she do that? The excitement in her voice is
palpable…
Priya: no..Mom its nothing ….you’ll be the first to know
if I do….
Shipra: priya you really need to get out more …you worry
me….
Priya: mom I’m fine..
I talk a bit and then cut the call ….then I thought to
call my dad …he is not a talker but he’s still alive …he’s still watching
soccer on tv and going bowling and fly-fishing or making furniture ….. Sudhir
Sharma is a skilled carpenter and the reason I know the difference between a
hawk and a handsaw…all seems well with him ….he congratulate me for the job and
wished me luck….
*
It was Friday night ….neha and I are debating what to do
with our evening….we want some time out from our works …when the door bell
rings…
Standing on our doorstep is my good friend
Rajat…clutching a bottle of champagne…
Priya: rajat great to see your ..i give him a quick
hug…come in ….
Rajat is the first person I met him in university…looking
as lost and lonely as I did…we recognized a kindred spirit in each of us that
day…and we’ve been friends ever since…not only we do share a sense of humor but
we discovered that both sudhir and rajat’s senior were in the same army unit
together… as a result our fathers have become firm friends too….rajat is
engineer and is the first in his family to make it…he’s pretty damn bright but
his real passion is photography…he has great eye for a good picture…
Rajat: I have a news ….he grins ..his dark eyes
twinkling..
Priya: don’t tell me…you’ve managed not to get kicked out
for another week…I tease and he scowls playfully at me
Rajat: Mumbai place gallery is going to exhibit my photos
next month….
Priya: that’s amazing-congratulations
Rajat: congratulations to you too as u got a job …lets
celebrate ..i want you to come to the opening ….both of u off course ….glancing
at neha too …
Rajat and I are good friends ..but I know deep down
inside ..he’d like to be more ….he’s cute and funny…he’s more like the brother
I never had ….neha often teases me that I’m missing the need-a-boyfriend
gene…but the truth is that now I feel like falling for some one …like Ram but I
cant express my feelings to him…
I watch rajat open the bottle of champagne ….he’s tall
and in his jeans and t-shirt …he’s all shoulders and muscles…rajat is pretty
hot but I think he’s getting the message we’re just friends…the cork makes its
loud pop and rajat looks up and smiles ….we all celebrate that night ….
*
Days passed both Ram and Priya’s feeling were increasing
for each other but ignoring at some level ….
Sunday Early Morning
Miss Patel: Sir ..we are not able to contact with any of
the professional photographer…
Ram: why haven’t you set this before …I told you and Miss
Sharma that on Sunday I am going to do that bloody photo shoot and now there is
no photographer ….
Priya: Sir! I know someone but he’s not a professional
photographer…he’s very good in that
Ram: ok then what are you waiting for call him…
I took out my phone and dialed Rajat’s number…I called
him for shoot..he agreed …and later in some time he was in the office ….he
immediately set all the things …and Ram went to change in another set of cloths
for the shoot….
He’s wearing a white
shirt, open at the collar, and grey flannel pants that hang from his hips. My
mouth goes dry looking at him… he’s so freaking hot.
Priya:This is Rajat
Kapur, our photographer,” I say, grinning at rajat who smiles with affection
back at me. His eyes cool when he looks from me to Ram.
I glare at him, my eyes colder. Please don't let him be with her. He is just
under her spell as I am. So was the boy from the store. Why do you have to be
so tempting Miss Sharma.
Ram: Where would you
like me?
I threaten the boy, glaring at him. Back off she is mine. Well, she will be
mine.
Rajat: Mr. kapoor –
if you could sit here, please? Be careful of the lighting cables. And then
we’ll do a few standing, too.” rajat directs him to a chair set up against the
wall.
Rajat switches on the
lights, momentarily blinding Ram, and mutters an apology.
I stand back and
watch as rajat proceeds to snap away. He takes several photographs hand-held,
asking Ram to turn this way, then that, to move his arm, then put it down
again. Moving to the tripod, rajat takes several more, while Ram sits and poses,
patiently and naturally, for about twenty minutes. My wish has come true.. I
can stand and admire Ram from not-so- afar. Twice our eyes lock, and I have to
tear myself away from his cloudy gaze.
He stands..The
shutter on rajat’s Nikon starts clicking again.
rajat announces five
minutes later.
Rajat: I think we
have enough,
Rajat packed
all his stuffs and left the office…
Ram walks and open
the door…and he asked to me…
Ram: Miss Priya …I wondered if you would join me for
coffee this morning…
Am I asking her on a date? No, a business arrangement. She clears her throat possibly controlling her nerves, as
she is shaking like a leaf in the wind.
My heart slams into my mouth…A date? Ram kapoor is asking
me on a date…he’s asking if u want a coffee…may be he thinks you haven’t woke
up yet…my subconscious whines at me in a sneering mood again…I clear my thought
trying to control my nerves….
Ram smile dazzling,unguraded,natural,all-teeth-showing,
glorious smile…
Priya: okay lets go…flushing a beet red…he grins…
Ram: after you Miss Sharma
I say before opening the door, standing aside to let Miss
Priya out first. Mmm, Miss Priya what a marvelous ass you have.
He stands up straight holding his hand out for me to go
first…I make my way down to the corridor my knees shaky, my stomach full of
butterflies and my heart in my mouth thumping a dramatic uneven beat…. I am
going to have coffee with Ram Kapoor…and I hate coffee…
We walk together down the wide corridor to the
elevators…what should I say to him? My mind is suddenly paralyzed with
apprehension …what are we going to talk about?
At the elevators, he
presses the call button, and the bell rings almost immediately. The doors slide
open revealing a young couple and interns of the office were in a passionate clinch
inside….Surprised and embarrassed, they jump apart, staring guiltily in every
direction but ours. Ram and I step into the elevator…I am struggling to
maintain a straight face, so I gaze down at the floor, feeling my cheeks
turning pink. When I peek up at Ram through my lashes, he has a hint of a smile
on his lips, but it’s very hard to tell. The young couple says nothing, and we
travel down to the first floor in embarrassed silence. We don’t even have
trashy piped music to distract us.
The doors open and,
much to my surprise, Ram takes my hand, clasping it with his long cool fingers.
I feel the current run through me, and my already rapid heartbeat accelerates.
As he leads me out of the elevator, we can hear the suppressed giggles of the
couple erupting behind us. Ram grins.
Ram: What is it about
elevators?” he mutters.
We cross the
expansive, bustling lobby of the office toward the entrance but Ram avoids the
revolving door, and I wonder if that’s because he’d have to let go of my hand.
Outside, it’s a mild
May Sunday. The sun is shining and the traffic is light. Ram turns left and
strolls to the corner, where we stop waiting for the lights of the pedestrian
crossing to change. He’s still holding my hand. I’m in the street, and Ram Kapoor is
holding my hand. No one has ever
held my hand. I feel giddy, and I tingle all over. I attempt to smother the
ridiculous grin that threatens to split my face in two. Try to be cool, Priya, my subconscious implores me.
I am still holding her hand firmly. She has such
soft hands. I want her hands to grab my hair. Pull me closer to her. Oh
gosh. I'm holding her hand outside. She smiles widely, biting that god
damn lip again. Please, please Miss Sharma let me bite that lip for you.
We walk four
blocks before we reach the Coffee House, where Ram releases me to hold the door
open so I can step inside.
Ram: Why don’t you
choose a table, while I get the drinks. What would you like? he asks, polite as
ever.
Priya: I’ll have… um
– English Breakfast tea, bag out.
He raises his
eyebrows.
Ram: No coffee?
Priya: I’m not keen
on coffee.
He smiles.
Ram: Okay, bag out
tea. Sugar?
For a moment, I’m
stunned, thinking it’s an endearment, but fortunately my subconscious kicks in
with pursed lips. No, stupid – do
you take sugar?
Priya: No thanks. I
stare down at my knotted fingers.
Ram: Anything to eat?
Priya: No thank you.
I shake my head, and he heads to the counter.
I surreptitiously
gaze at him from beneath my lashes as he stands in line waiting to be served. I
could watch him all day… he’s tall, broad-shouldered and the way those pants
hang from his hips… Oh my. Once or twice he runs his long,
graceful fingers through his now dry but still disorderly hair. Hmm… I’d like to do that.The thought
comes unbidden into my mind, and my face flames. I bite my lip and stare down
at my hands again not liking where my wayward thoughts are headed.
Ram: Penny for your
thoughts?
Ram is back,
startling me…I go crimson. I was
just thinking about running my fingers through your hair and wondering if it
would feel soft to touch. I shake
my head. He’s carrying a tray, which he sets down on the small, round,
birch-veneer table. He hands me a cup and saucer, a small teapot, and a side
plate bearing a lone teabag labeled ‘Twinning’s English
Breakfast’ – my
favorite. He has a coffee which bears a wonderful leaf-pattern imprinted in the
milk. How do they do that? I wonder idly. He’s also bought
himself a blueberry muffin. Putting the tray aside, he sits opposite me and
crosses his long legs. He looks so comfortable, so at ease with his body, I
envy him. Here’s me, all gawky and uncoordinated, barely able to get from A to
B without falling flat on my face.
Ram: Your thoughts?
he prompts me.
Priya: This is my
favorite tea. My voice is quiet, breathy. I simply can’t believe I’m sitting
opposite Ram Kapoor in a coffee shop. He frowns. He knows I’m hiding something.
I pop the teabag into the teapot and almost immediately fish it out again with
my teaspoon. As I place the used teabag back on the side plate, he move his
head gazing quizzically at me.
Priya: I like my tea
black and weak, I mutter as an explanation.
Ram: I see. Is he
your boyfriend?
Whoa… What?
Priya: Who?
Ram: The
photographer… Rajat Kapur.
I laugh, nervous but
curious. What gave him that impression?
Priya: No. Rajat’s a
good friend of mine, that’s all. Why did you think he was my boyfriend?
Ram: The way you
smiled at him, and he at you. His gaze holds mine.
He’s so unnerving. I
want to look away but I’m caught – spellbound.
Priya: He’s more like
family, I whisper.
Ram nods slightly,
seemingly satisfied with my response, and glances down at his blueberry muffin.
His long fingers deftly peel back the paper, and I watch, fascinated.
Ram: Do you want
some? he asks, and that amused, secret smile is back.
Priya: No thanks. I
frown and stare down at my hands again.
Ram: And the boy I
met at the store. He’s not your boyfriend?
Priya: No. raj’s just
a friend. I told you at that day.” Oh, this is getting silly…Why do you ask?
Ram: You seem nervous
around men.
Holy crap, that’s
personal. I’m just nervous around
you, Ram.
Priya: I find you
intimidating. I flush scarlet, but mentally pat myself on the back for my
candor, and gaze at my hands again. I hear his sharp intake of breath..
Ram: You should find
me intimidating, he nods. “You’re very honest.
Please don’t look
down. I like to see your face.”Oh. I glance at him, and he gives me an
encouraging but wry smile.
Ram: It gives me some
sort of clue what you might be thinking, he breathes. “You’re a mystery, Miss
Sharma.
Mysterious? Me?
Priya: There’s
nothing mysterious about me.
Ram: I think you’re
very self-contained, he murmurs.
Am I? Wow… how am I managing that? This is bewildering. Me, self-contained? No Way.
Ram: Except when you
blush, of course, which is often. I just wish I knew what you were blushing
about. He pops a small piece of muffin into his mouth and starts to chew it
slowly, not taking his eyes off me. And as if on cue, I blush. Crap!
Priya: Do you always
make such personal observations?
Ram: I hadn’t
realized I was. Have I offended you? He sounds surprised.
Priya: No, I answer
truthfully.
Ram: Good.
Priya: But you’re
very high-handed, I retaliate quietly.
He raises his
eyebrows and, if I’m not mistaken, he flushes slightly too.
Ram: I’m used to
getting my own way, priya, he murmurs. “In all things.”
“I don’t doubt it.
Why haven’t you asked me to call you by your first name?” I’m surprised by my
audacity. Why has this conversation become so serious? This isn’t going the way
I thought it was going to go. I can’t believe I’m feeling so antagonistic
towards him.It’s like he’s trying to warn me off.
Ram: The only people
who use my given name are my family and a few close friends.That’s the way I
like it.
Oh. He still hasn’t
said, ‘Call me Ram.’ He is a control freak, there’s no other
explanation…I take a sip of my tea, and Ram eats another small piece of his
muffin.
Ram: Are you an only
child? he asks.
Whoa… he keeps
changing direction.
Priya: Yes.
Ram: Tell me about
your parents.
Why does he want to
know this? It’s so dull.
Priya: My mom lives
in Delhi My dad lives in
Bangalore.
Ram: they don’t live together?
Priya: no they
divorced
Ram” oh mutters and a
fleeting troubled look crosses his face.
Priya: I miss her… I
haven’t seen my mom for so long.
Ram is watching
me intently, taking occasional sips of his coffee. I really shouldn’t look at
his mouth. It’s unsettling. Those lips
Ram: Do you get along
with your father?
Priya: Of course. I
grew up with him.
Ram: And what’s he
like?
Priya: Sudhir? He’s…
taciturn.
Ram: That’s it? Ram
asks, surprised.
I shrug. What does
this man expect? My life story?
Ram: Taciturn like
his daughter, Ram prompts.
I refrain from
rolling my eyes at him.
Priya: He likes soccer
–and bowling, and fly-fishing, and making furniture. He’s a carpenter. Ex-army.
I sigh.
Ram: You lived with
him?
Priya: Yes…I was
fifteen. I stayed with dad.
He frowns as if he
doesn’t understand.
Priya: You didn’t
want to live with your mom? he asks.
I blush. This really is none of his business.
Priya: off-course I
want..
Where is Ram going
with this? This is none of his business. Two can play at this game.
Priya: Tell me about
your parents,I ask.
He shrugs.
Ram: My dad’s a
business man, my mom is a pediatrician. They live in Mumbai but not with me in
our mansion.”
Oh… he’s had an
affluent upbringing.
Priya: What do your
siblings do?
Vikram’s in
construction, and my little sister is in Paris, studying fashion designing.”
I'm suddenly irritated, why do I have to talk about my
family, she is a maybe-future-submissive for God sake. Ram, fucking get a
grip.
His eyes cloud with
irritation. He doesn’t want to talk about his family or himself.
Priya: I hear Paris
is lovely, I murmur. Why doesn’t he want to talk about his family? Is it
because he’s adopted?
Ram: It’s beautiful.
Have you been? he asks, his irritation forgotten.
Priya: I’ve never
left Mumbai. So now we’re back to banalities.
What is he hiding?
Ram: Would you like
to go?
Priya: To Paris? I
squeak. This has thrown me – who wouldn’t want to go to Paris? “Of course,” I
concede. “But it’s England that I’d really like to visit.”
He move his head to
one side, running his index finger across his lower lip… oh my.
Ram: Because?
I blink rapidly. Concentrate, Priya.
Priya: It’s the home
of Shakespeare, Austen, the Bronte sisters, Thomas Hardy. I’d like to see the
places that inspired those people to write such wonderful books.”
I glance at my watch.
Priya: I’d better go..
Ram: I’ll walk you
back.
Priya: Thank you for
the tea, Sir.
He smiles his odd I’ve got a whopping big secret smile.
Ram: You’re welcome
Priya. It’s my pleasure. Come, he commands, and holds his hand out to me. I
take it, bemused, and follow him out of the coffee shop.
We stroll back to the
office, and I’d like to say it’s in companionable silence. He at least looks
his usual calm, collected self. As for me, I’m desperately trying to gauge how
our little coffee morning has gone. I feel like I’ve been interviewed for a position,
but I’m not sure what it is.
We’re back at the
intersection, across the road from the office.
This is it. This was
it, and I’ve completely blown it, I know. Perhaps he has someone.
Priya: Do you have a
girlfriend? I blurt out. Holy crap - I
just said that out loud?
His lips quirk up in
a half-smile, and he looks down at me.
Ram: No, Priya. I
don’t do the girlfriend thing,I says softly I fuck hard, Miss Sharma. I have Submissive. I want you
to be one.
Oh… what does that mean? He’s a gay? Oh, maybe he is - crap!
And for a moment, I think he’s going to follow on with some explanation, some
clue to this cryptic statement – but he doesn’t. I have to go. I have to try to
reassemble my thoughts. I have to get away from him. I walk
forward, and I trip,
stumbling headlong onto the road.
Ram: Shit, priya! Ram
cries. He tugs the hand that he’s holding so hard that I fall back against him
just as a cyclist whips past, narrowly missing me, heading the wrong way up
this one-way street.
It all happens so
fast – one minute I’m falling, the next I’m in his arms, and he’s holding me
tightly against his chest. .I inhale his clean, vital scent. He smells of fresh
laundered linen and some expensive body-wash.
Oh my, it’s intoxicating. I inhale deeply.
Ram: Are you okay? he
whispers. He has one arm around me, clasping me to him, while the fingers of
his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me.
His thumb brushes my
lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. He’s staring into my eyes, and I hold
his anxious, burning gaze for a moment or maybe it’s forever… but eventually,
my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. Oh
my. And for the first time in
twenty-one years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on me….Kiss me__
I inhale deeply, so beautiful. Such a beautiful mouth… I'm
staring into her eyes, and she in mine, I feel anxious wanting to get away out
of this situation, yet I want to stay. I want to kiss her, but that's not who I
am. Oh, Miss Sharma what I’m going to do with you.
