His lips are soft. A total contrast to his hard exterior. My hands gripped his shoulders as if clinging to my dear life. My knees wobbled.
His hand came around my waist snaking it to his body to keep me still. My breasts squished between us, the top of my breasts grazing the outside of his coat. His lips coaxed mine as if communicating with them but I don't know what he is conveying. This is all new to me. I have never been kissed like this. With so much intensity as if he is devouring me with his lips, brushing my soul with his.
The kiss didn't last long. Or perhaps it lasted. Because the next thing I know, my body slumped, succumbing to the darkness and my head crashed over his chest.
My body was somewhere between consciousness and total dark abyss. I could hear the commotion my faint caused but unable to do anything.
I tried to lift my head but couldn't move even an inch. Dizziness grabbed me in its clutches and refused to let me go.
I felt someone lifting me up and carrying to god knows where. I felt being laid down gently in the back seat of the car. I even felt the back side of someone's hand grazing my cheek.
But for the life of me, I couldn't work my body to obey.
"I think she is coming back," said a voice from beside me.
"Do you guys know what to say?" A rough voice from the left.
"Yes. But why?" Asked someone far behind tentatively as if they fear the wrath of the man with rough voice.
A few minutes passed in which I thought I was conjuring this all up before the man drawled, "because this is more interesting."
Whatever he must have said must be unexpected because I could hear someone sucked their breath in astonishment.
"She is up," the same man continued, giving me away.
I felt like a fool laying there like dead fish but I made my body move. My eyes fluttered before they landed on the man with rough voice.
My husband. FAKE husband. I corrected myself.
What was he talking about a moment ago? What is more interesting? Why do I get the feeling I'm the only one who don't know the plot of the film everyone is watching?
My eyes took him in, hoping to find him less intense and failed. He is still the same. From this angle his towering height only added to his demeanour making him dominant. If it is possible to bottle his aura and sell it, then the world will be outweighed by the demand for the bottles.
My lips tingled, reminiscing our kiss. What a bad impression to make!! Fainting will kissing. My hand slowly moved up caressing my lower lip to stop the tingle.
His knowing eyes tracked the movement. Not a single muscle moved from his body yet I could see what he is thinking about. I don't know where the saying of mountain and Mohammad came from but looking at him I would say no one would misunderstand him to be a man.
He is a mountain. 100% muscled, rock-hard mountain standing tall and proud without moving a muscle.
Blushing to my roots, I snatched my hand back. My eyes shifted from him to think straight and took the room I'm in.
It is at that moment it started to sink in. Oh shit!!! I'm married. I actually married a man I don't know. I did something illegal. Following that thought came the most ridiculous one- Nani is going to like his ass.
I squeezed my eyes shut wiping my memory of my Nani and my fake husband in one sentence.
"Are you alright?" Asked an old man from my right. I turned my head to see an old man probably doctor who is checking my vitals.
"Umm..." my eyes scanned the room once again.
"Where is Shirley?" The question came out in a husky note than I used to. Is it too hot in here? Why is it too hot suddenly?
I don't want to trail down his body over his trunk like thighs and biceps but I could feel my body respond all the same.
I quickly sat up hiding my confusion and scanned the room.
"Excuse me, can you call Shirley here? I need to talk to her."
I clutched the sides of my dress as perspiration formed over my forehead. Why are they do many men here?
I counted four of them including my FAKE husband. I cringed from just the thought.
To keep my sanity intact, I voiced my questions to the man behind him.
"Excuse me... excuse me. Please call Shirley"
"Umm... hello"
"You may leave, doctor. My men will show you the way," said the man before me whose gaze is penetrating a huge hole to my side.
All of them shuffled along like rats in a minute leaving me alone with HIM.
"I... I... Shir-I... I think I better get going," I stood up from the bed and groped the floor with my legs for my sandals.
When I can't find any I decided to ditch it and go barefoot. It's better than staying in the presence of HIM. This is not what I expected. HE is not what I expected.
"It was nice... ya, it was nice meeting you Mr-"
Crap!! I don't know his name. My cheeks turned pink at my obviousness.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked anywhere but him. The room is very masculine etched in sombre dark colors. It couldn't be anymore clearer than placing a placard stating- 'this room belongs to him.'
"Yes, I think... I think it was nice knowing you. Ya, that's it. Umm... bye then. Thanks for," I waved my hand and it is then my eyes landed on the ring.
"Oh my gosh!!! Is that my wedding ring!!!woah"
My axis tilted once again. I swayed on my feet but before I could crumble to the floor, he was there beside me, gripping me in his arms.
"Lie down," his calm voice tickled the small hairs on my forehead.
It's not a request.
Without my knowing, the back of my legs hit the bed and I slumped down looking at his eyes.
"Shir-"
I gulped unable to continue.
"Let me ask you a few questions myself Ms. Sameera Krishnamurthy, isn't that what your passport suggests? Or it's a fake passport?"
He said my name without a hitch as if he tasted it in his mouth more than once.
"No. I mean it's real. The passport is real. What that has anything to do with this?"
"What this has anything to do with this?? What!!! Tell me Ms. Krishnamurthy or should I say Mrs. Salvatore," he leaned forward until only inches separate our lips, "how were you able to pretend as my bride? Who let you in? Who told you to do that? The 'why' I could guess; money, I suppose. The question here is who are you working for?"
"What? What money? What... pretend? I don't understand"
This close his body screams dangerous. He is dangerous. Yet I feel most secure in his presence.
"Don't... don't act with me," he cupped my face in his left hand tightly, moving it up.
"I really don't know. I... I just gave money to Shirley... this was supposed to be... an arrangement to... to get me green card," I gasped as he pulled my chin higher.
"Lie," he leaned down, his breath fanning my face.
"No. I could... explain. Shirley..."
"I killed many for less offense. Do you understand the danger you are in Mrs. Salvatore?" He asked me so calmly as if asking my opinion about the weather that I didn't comprehend what he said.
And then, my heart raced inside my chest. Did he just say kill?