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Swara served Sanskar his dinner in the den, where he’d been working on a song for three days.

She knew his creative process sometimes made him withdrawn, often he would be so absorbed in the lyrics, stretching every phrase to elicit the perfected meaning, that he’d forgot sleep or nourishment, so when he went into these kinds of phases, she tried to be very conscientious to take good care of him.

She was surprised when she heard him call her name, setting down the book she was reading and moving quickly across the room, peeking into the den where he was hunched over the paper strewn desk, his eyes pensive when they touched hers, “I think…I think it’s finished.”

Her eyes widened as she rushed across the space excitedly, his fingers shuffling through the pages until he drew one up, his eyes filled with cautious expectation as he pressed it into her hand, pulling her down into his lap, his hands grasping her hips to settle her against him, wrapping around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she relaxed into him, reading the lyrics on the page.

She took in the way he weaved such a beautiful narrative, humming softly as she played the words in her mind.

“It’s perfect.” Swara whispered, her heart filled with the poignant phrases, a story played out through the carefully crafted words of love and growth and passion, and she knew it would be a best seller.

“Is it?” Sanskar mused from the side of her face, his breath soft on her neck.

“It really is.” She smiled when his fingertips slid across her waist, sending shivers up her spine.

Sanskar was nothing if not predictable–at least, when he’d finish his work on a song, he’d be so attention starved, so touch needy, he was like a man burning from the inside, and she’d expected this exact response from him.

“Do you know what that means?” his hand slid up the ruffles, fingers grazing across her skin delicately as he rest his hand on the base of her neck, pulling her back against him.

Swara knew she shouldn’t toy with him, not really, but it was nearly irresistible given the fact he couldn’t actually see her face to instantly call her bluff–and generally, he always had the upper hand, keeping her worked up practically all the time, her words fluttering like a purr, “I think I do.”

He groaned softly against her neck, his grip tightening on her as his fingers lingered on her neck, slowly tracing a line down to the top button, and she bit her lip, trying to not laugh at what she already knew his expression would be, the words stated rather matter of fact, “It means I need to go transcribe it into the program so that we can send it over to Mehra’s.”

Sanskar froze, in fact, she was fairly certain he wasn’t even breathing, and then she could feel him shaking his head, “Baby!” he sighed, “That’s not what I meant… in fact, to be honest, that’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” Swara responded, feigning innocence, completely unsure of where this sudden ability was coming from, but she couldn’t help but be bold.

She wondered what he was thinking, as he was stone still behind her, and as a minute ticked by her had to fight the desire to turn to figure out his expression.

“Is that right? ” 

His voice rushed across her skin like melted chocolate, and his fingers brushed down her neck, his other hand gliding across her abdomen then shifting up, his fingertips grazing like a whisper across all the ruffles on her shirt, moving gracefully across her curves, her breath frozen in her throat, the attention sending trills of electricity through her body as his touch flowed across her skin, shifting without thought from the way it was effecting her, when he abruptly shoved her hips, forcing her to stand up.

Swara gasped from his quick assault, his body pinning her against the desk, his hands on the surface of the desk, pushing her forward, his breath hot on her cheek as he whispered, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Without another word, he pushed off of the desk, moving fluidly around the corner and to the door, glancing back at her.

Swara, who was undoubtedly presenting exactly the completely unraveled picture he was going for, a smirk gracing his beautiful face as he winked, reaching forward to grab the doorknob, and with a quiet laugh, he pulled the door shut.

She stared at the door, her breath fast, her heart wild in her chest, her body vibrating from the need coursing through her, shaking her head… standing up on her trembling legs to follow after him, prepared to acknowledge that his game was far superior  to her own.

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