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She
held out her dripping hands stupidly and looked up at him, struggling to regain
control. ‘I ….I can’t get rid of the henna tattoo…. Do you have any idea what
this means?’
                 Sebastian
shook his head, looking grim. And gorgeous. Aneesa was
aware of that even in this state.
                 She
said brokenly, ‘It’s meant to symbolise my transition from innocence … except
now I don’t even have a husband to seduce me! I’m going to be walking around
with the physical mark of my shame for everyone to see for weeks!’
                 Sebastian
just got a facecloth and wrung it out in the warm water. He came close and
gently wiped at the trails of mascara running down Aneesa’s cheeks. She could
feel the backs of his lower arms brush against her chest as he wiped her face,
and in an instantaneous reaction, her nipples stiffened, pushing against the
hard material of her bodice top. Her inner agitation died away as a wholly new
tension entered her body, flooding her belly with a hot tingling awareness, a
sensation of melting.
                 A
taut stillness entered the air around them as Sebastian washed her face. He
finally put the cloth down and took a towel, drying Aneesa’s hands.
                 Then
he dropped the towel and brought his hands to Aneesa’s jaw, his thumbs brushing
back and forth against her cheeks. She was barely breathing now, hypnotised by
the blue glitter of his eyes, by the heady sense of expectation in the air, by
his intensely masculine scent. She could see his jaw clench as if he was
exerting some control and inwardly a hidden part of her trembled to think that
he had to exert it because of her .
                 He
didn’t step away; he didn’t take his hands from her jaw or face, and Aneesa
felt like she was slowly being set on fire. Her gaze slipped down to his mouth
and she ached to know how it would feel be to be kissed by him. She’d never
been properly kissed by any man, thanks to her sheltered upbringing and then
the even more sheltered world of being Jamal Kapoor Khan’s love interest, on
and off the screen.
                 Sebastian’s virile masculinity wound around her like a spell,
rendering her oblivious to everything but him and this moment in time. Making her forget everything.
                 He
asked with a gruff voice, ‘What did you mean when you said your fiancé would
only be concerned about his reputation?’
                 Aneesa
blinked and welcomed his breaking of the seductive spell, but with that came
the emotion surging again. Sebastian held her steady even when she felt one or
two tears slip out, his thumbs merely catching them.
                 ‘I
couldn’t marry him. It would have been a lie. I could have done it if it was
just for myself and to save my family from the shame …
but he expected us to have children. And I couldn’t bear the thought of
bringing a child into such a façade….’
                 Sebastian
frowned. ‘What façade? What do you mean?’
                 Aneesa
tried to look down but Sebastian tipped her chin back up, not letting her
escape. And in all honesty there was a part of her aching to tell someone about
what had happened. And who better than a practical stranger she’d never meet
again?
                 ‘Jamal
is gay. His assistant has been his lover for years. Everyone knew apparently
except me….’ Bitterness tinged her voice. ‘And I didn’t know because I was so
wrapped up in myself, in believing that everyone loved me and that my life was
all perfect. I only found out because I walked in on him and his lover a couple
of days ago.
                 ‘He
wanted to marry to project an image of respectability. Homosexuality might be
legal now but it’s still taboo here, especially in Bollywood. His career would
be over if people found out. And I was the perfect