Closer

              She walked forward. With posture straight, it felt as if she was a panther who was lurching on its prey, but that was exactly what she was doing; wasn't she? With a smile plastered on her face she made her way through the crowd. If anybody took a moment to observe, they would realize that she wasn't in her usual self. She clearly had a motive in her mind. But, what was it? She smiled slyly again with her eyes fixed somewhere. She knew, wasn't that enough?
            Dressed in a long backless gown with an equally long slit, her clothes always made a bold statement but then she wasn't timid too. Her makeup was bare minimal except from the colour on her cheeks but that also wasn't because of some cosmetics but was because of the thought she had in her mind. She stopped suddenly. She could still eye what she wanted. She took a moment to appreciate what was in front of her. A waiter passed and without a thought she took a wine glass from the tray. She sipped it and licked her lips. Her lips got moist. Though it was hard to make out what made them moist; was it her saliva or the wine? However, did it make any difference? She was looking sensuous and she knew it. She wasn't those types who was modest. She took another sip and set the glass on the counter.
            Suddenly her eyes were locked with her target. She knew that the attention was on her so she craftily broke the contact and started looking elsewhere. She had always liked the chase. She looked back and realized that she could now proceed, so she started walking again.
            He was standing amidst a crowd and from the look on his face she could make it sure that he felt parched, not because he was thirsty but because he knew what she had in mind. She stood inches apart from him and he stopped breathing. She knew the power she had on him. He knew how weak she could make him feel. The onlookers had question in their eyes as if they had missed an important piece of conversation. They admired and desired her, she knew that but she... well, she knew what she wanted.

            "Care for a dance?" even though it was an invitation, only he could read the threat and sensuality that the invitation bore. Without a word he followed her lead only to be closer to her. She had won again. He had lost again. But the end result was the proximity that they both wanted.  

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  1. preety chawlaJanuary 10, 2017 at 8:31 AM

    Awesome...seemed like a plot of an English movie Where in the lady was just ready to go for his man....but rather than a romantic ending ..I was expecting something adventurous....but still a romantic proximity is a nice way to end....Good work girl...keep it up

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    1. deepaliJanuary 15, 2017 at 4:23 AM

      Thank u so much mam... however I will take up your advice and try to come up with adventurous ending

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  2. Nidhi ModiJanuary 11, 2017 at 4:56 PM

    Nice read.. but something was missing, I don't know what.. its always amazing to read your wonderful pieces of writing.. u have that power in you. Only one request, don't bind it and the sky is yours.. :-)

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    1. deepaliJanuary 15, 2017 at 4:24 AM

      Hmmm... done sweetheart but the moment u realise what was missing in the story pls let me know... nd yes I will try to write open ending stories from now on... love u

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  3. UnknownFebruary 2, 2017 at 4:37 AM

    It’s like bleeding out of the lines. The piece is something that will help us EMBRACE our own vulnerability—Well done, Girl! And presenting this vulnerability with a tinge of seduction is like reliving the ‘pleasure’ soaked in pain.

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    1. deepaliFebruary 2, 2017 at 8:44 AM

      Thank u nd coming it from u has kind of inveeased the intensity of d compliment...

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  4. AshishJune 6, 2019 at 2:31 AM

    Just Amazing

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