Unfulfilled Desires (Adhori Chahatein)

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Raseen ~ POV

I bite my index finger as I close my eyes with a smile spread across my face.

"You really don't want me to eat. Do you?" I said.

I look at him who has his chin upon his cross arms rested on the table and wouldn't let me slip through his eyes.

He nods his head in yes as I bite my lips unconsciously.

"Not until, you feed me some of your cheesy brown bread sandwiches".

"Isn't that too much. You want me to sacrifice my food".

"Then, bare me...watching you eat," he said as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Okey".

As I take, a bite out of my sandwich. I can't help but feel his scrutinizing gaze on my face. I am trying my best to ignore him but at the moment, he is so irresistible.

He wets his lips and probably swallowed his own spit that I can't help but give into his request.

"Here"

I extend the untouched part of the sandwich toward him and he nods his head in a no.

"You don't want to eat now".

"Who said, I don't want to eat...I want to...but the touch part" he wishes cautiously as if he is too afraid to be judged by me.

"You certainly don't leave a chance to be romantic".

"You certainly make me be romantic at every second of our life".

"I wouldn't mind receiving all your romanticism" I chuckle.

He takes a big bite of the touch part of the sandwich and quietly chews it for what seem like a long time to chew.

If this is what it takes to be a successful actor then in my instance it's too difficult to worth it.

I wonder what it feels like not to eat however much you want. To me, it's a gruesome thought itself.

He told me, he can't eat much as he is on watch by his agency.

If he puts on a bit of weight, he may lose his next script for which he had to be malnourished.

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"Your name" Wasiq questions as he scribbles his signature across his photograph for me.

"Your wife" I reply.

I look at him through my glasses. A complete new avatar to surprise him.

After he left for the meet and greet session. He strongly urged me to go home but hey this idea bloom within my wicked brain as I made it to our new room.

It took me hours to curl my hair.

I did extra smoky eye makeup to look completely, utterly different with various contouring techniques that I finally manage to pull off.

"Is your name, your wife?" I hear Wasiq enquire.

"Yes, your wife".

"Tell me your name or else, you are not going to get this autograph" he voice irritatingly as he harshly nibs the pen into the paper.

"Raseen" I whisper.

"Yeah, right...first my wife and now Raseen".

"If only, you look up at me once then you will see" I dramatically assert.