𝐂𝐡. 𝟏𝟒 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢

Syera Bakshi

He saw me dancing. What can be more embarrassing than that and on cherry on top I ran without saying anything. What he must be thinking? Maybe that I'm a mad person dancing like that. I didn't realize when he came, I was just too engrossed in my stupidity.

I decided now that I've embarrassed myself enough, I won't go and face him again. I laid down on my bed and contacted one of my friend who's a art dealer, I've known him for five and an half years now. He's like an older brother I never had. He helped me a lot, more than I can thank him for. If weren't for him I wouldn't be able to achieve what I've so far. Though most of the money I had earned was donated to children/women welfare or animal shelters, I was still happy that I could atleast contribute a little in making someone else's life a bit better.

I called my dealer cum brother, after three rings he picked up, "hello, who's there?" His assistant said from the other side.

"I'm Era, can I talk to Mr. Thakur. It's important" I said addressing myself by my artist name.

"Oh-oh miss I'm sorry I couldn't-" he stutter.

"It's okay Mr. Das" I consoled.

"Wait miss, I'll get sir on call" I could hear him running and sounds like he has reached his destination as the sound of shoes clicking stopped from the other side. And within a span of five seconds I was showered with millions of questions

"Where are you? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me anything? .." Suyash Thakur, the owner of the biggest Art company ARTIFO, he's cold and arrogant but a total sunshine inside. 50 year old stuck in a body of a handsome 26 year old man.

"Bhai relax! I'm fine and I'm in Bangalore. And I'm sorry I was too into rush that I couldn't inform you" I explained.

"Okay. But what happend that you suddenly flew away? Is it your disgrace of a father? Do you want me to choke him to death?"

"It's....he wanted me to marry one of his partner who was twice my age so I fled."

"Seems like someone needs a lesson"

"No bhai don't do anything. As long as he doesn't interfere in my life you don't have to do anything"

"Okay but next time inform me, I don't want my only sister to vanish from Mt sight"

"Okay, I promise"

"But where are you staying" I was hesitant to answer this question knowing how protective he can be sometimes, I don't want him to bother because of me but I can't lie.

"At a ....friends house"

"Oh a friend...okay." He didn't seem convinced but I can't tell him much. He added, "By the way, next week we have auction. Three of your painting will be the center of event, and the start is from fifteen million and fourty million"

"Really!?" I couldn't believe it, I didn't sell many of my paintings, only two have been sold till now. But they were never the main pieces but I still earned millions from them but not as much as these ones.

"Yes, in the exhibition everyone was praising your work and I'm confident that it's gonna do very well, trust me"

We talked for a while then bid our byes and not too long after I heard a knock on the door. Opening the door I saw Asher standing in a lose shirt who's top three buttons were opened, I could clearly see him chest and yes this is the first thing I saw as soon as I opened the door. All because of my height.

I didn't look up as I was too embarrassed from the last moment we spent with each other.

"The food is ready, come for dinner." I was hungry but I was too shy for it right now. So I refused, he kept on insisting but i couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Syera, you have to take medicines as well you have to eat come" he strictly said.

"Dont worry, I've had brownies, I can take med-"

"That's not enough. Now come with me" he tried holding my hand but I moved away.

"SYERA!" He shouted "don't you understand. Don't take your health lightly" I flinched and starting trembling. He tried coming closer but I started walking back, all I could hear was  screams, cries, pleadings and the sound of two people arguing. I closed my eyes and tried to control my tears over flowing in my eyes.

"I...wi....ll..com...e ..yo.u can go" I turned and walked towards the bed but couldn't see anything. I know it's my fault, I should've obeyed him but now the deed is done and I'm facing the consequences of it.

My trembling feet taking slow steps to reach the bed but unfortunately I lost balance and was about to fall but instead of falling on the ground I found two strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled in my ear while patting my head from one hand while the other hand holds me close to him tightly.

"Shhh...no one here is going to hurt you.." He helped me to calm down. Whispering praises, assurance, jokes just so that I feel comfortable. I don't know why but I feel comfortable being close to him, his heartbeat can be felt on my back the rhythm is comforting me like the newborn babies are listening to their mother's heartbeat.

He patted my head with utmost care making me feel home. His wrapped around me is both comforting and intense. His arms are firm, yet gentle, and they give a sense of support and security. The feeling of being enveloped in his embrace is like being wrapped in a warm, comforting blanket, filled with a sense of safety and protection. At the same time, there is a sense of closeness and connection, a feeling of being intimately bonded with another person, sharing this moment of vulnerability and trust. Overall, it is an intense and overwhelming feeling of comfort and connection, all wrapped up in a single embrace.

His smell filled my lungs the, his scent can be described as being both musky and fresh. It has a hint of citrus, mixed with a more complex base of sandalwood and musk. He smells like a mix of the beach and the woods, with a bright, invigorating scent that is both clean and masculine. It is similar to the smell of a cool, refreshing breeze blowing over the ocean on a warm summer day, combined with the scent of a warm, sun-baked beach. Overall, his scent is both mysterious and appealing.

Soon I was calmed and then he picked me up, taking me downstairs to feed me something because my stomach growled at a very wrong time.

He served some fried rice and curry and fed me while I sat on his lap, sitting on Asher's lap and being fed by him is calming and intimate. He carefully feeds me spoonfuls of delicious food, while wrapping his strong, protective arms around me, making me feel safe and cared for. His hands are gentle and his touch is soothing, and his warm, masculine scent surrounds me, enveloping me in a feeling of comfort and security. The experience is both indulgent and deeply satisfying, as if I am being pampered and treasured by a man who values my presence and desires to show me affection and tenderness.