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It wasn't a question and she knew that. She opened her mouth to counter it but I stopped her, "Don't think too much about it, Anjali. Love tests all your boundaries and forgetting and forgiving the past is a crucial part of every relationship. Give him a chance, he will make it up to you if he really regrets it."
"You sure?" She frowned at her hands, still fidgeting with each other. I slightly squeezed her hands encouragingly and blinked in affirmation when she looked into them, "Very much."
Finally, a smile started to make an appearance on her face, making me cheer her up, "That's the spirit!"
We chatted about random things for another hour or two before she offered to pay when I told her I 'lost' my purse on the way. It made me feel guilty. Promising her to pay her back, we left the cafe when I found my chauffeur waiting for me outside. I dragged Anjali along with me since she lived a road away from my new house.
By the time we reached our homes, Anjali was her old jovial, sarcastic and darling self again. After dropping her at her house and spending a little time with Aunt Lasika, I headed back to my house.
I hadn't even got into the elevator when I heard his voice, "Where the hell had you been? And why didn't you pick the calls?"
I shivered at the authority in his voice as I turned around to face Viaan who looked quite pissed at the moment, with his hands folded across his chest
"I-I was with Anjali, I had informed mom before going out today," I explained as firmly as I could when my heart thundered continuously in my chest. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach at his sight. After what Asha had told about their history, I understood one thing for sure, I was seeing Viaan in another light.
"What happened to your phone?" He asked, dropping his hands just to put them in the pockets as he came to stand before me.
"I lost my purse," I murmured as I decided against saying what had happened. He was already pissed, I didn't want to hear him scold me ruining the rest of the night for me.
"What?" His eyebrows furrowed as he stared into my eyes.
"I lost my purse somewhere," I spoke louder this time hoping to sound more firm and clear.
He just regarded me with narrowed eyes before asking, "Really?"
I couldn't help but gulp to swallow the suddenly formed knot in my throat before I nodded. I was sweating visibly, only praying he wouldn't press the matter further while he scrutinized my expressions and actions.
"Vikrant is waiting for the practice. Freshen up and go," he walked towards the elevator leaving me staring at the space in shock, tangibly gaping. Did Viaan just leave the topic alone? Like really alone? Did he buy it? Like holy cow's crap!
"You coming?" His voice broke me out of my shock, making me turn around and rush into the elevator. I didn't meet his eyes nor looked towards him as I pretended that a white concrete wall behind the glass was much more interesting than him. And as soon as the elevator dinged and opened the doors, I rushed out towards our room.
******
"Yes, Mr. Jeshie. What did you want to discuss," Vikrant walked out talking over his phone as he left me alone to practice the basic salsa steps. For not being one with a lot of dancing knowledge, I did pretty well I guess. Some jazz music was booming through the stereo.
"One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause," I kept chanting to myself as I moved around practicing the steps. I turned only to leap startled and come to a stop. My heart had jumped to a stop before beating again making my breaths ragged. There, just a few steps from the door stood Viaan with a slightly tilted head and an arrogant smirk.
"What?" I asked out in a hoarse voice feeling self-conscious.
"At that rate, you will surely dig a hole in the ground," he sauntered his way towards me while looking at the ground.
Just to stand before me, he stated, "Thank goodness! Nothing happened to the floor yet."
"What the hell!" I exclaimed, making him look up into my eyes. His smirk spread even wider, irritating the hell out of me. He may have trust issues and a hard past but he still was a jerk of an asshole.
"You say it like you know how to dance," I challenged him, raising my chin with the air arrogantly.
"Better than you do." He sure was enjoying this, I could tell. I gestured with my hand for him to prove it and what he did just took my breath away. In a quick movement, he caught my waist with both of his hands and pulled me closer.
Being chest to chest with him, while his hands were on my waist made butterflies soar and not flutter in my stomach. My blank head left me speechless, even though we had been this close before. But at that time, I had a different opinion of him. He was just a cold, arrogant, spoiled brat that grew up into a man who got away with anything he did for me back then.
But now, I knew another layer behind that hard handsome exterior he wore.
"Move your foot with the steps and be gentle this time. This is not tap dance but salsa," he instructed moving his foot back making me move my step front. But due to my shock and lack of proper processing, I ended up moving the wrong foot and stamping his feet. He closed eyes and clenched his jaws making me step back in panic, "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
He hadn't moved his hands off my body while grumbling, "Fine."
He opened his eyes and moved forward reducing the space between us again as he instructed, "relax your muscles, you are too tense. Move to the rhythm, let my body guide you."
