Set before CID Veerta awards 2013.

Everyone except two people of the team was already present in the award function that was held for awarding the brave commoners. CID team were the chief guests of the function.

Acp: Daya ye Abhijeet kaha reh gaya?

Daya: wo toh Tarika ko pick karne gaya tha... ab tak toh ajana chahiye tha.. ?

Acp: phone lagayo use.. or bolo jaldi ajaye.. thodi der mein program start hone wala hai..

Daya: thik hai sir..

Daya called Abhijeet to know about his whereabouts.

Where as in Tarika's home:

Abhijeet reached there in time to pick up Tarika. He rang the bell. Tarika opened the door.

Tarika: Abhijeet baas do min ruko.. mera baas ho hi gaya..

But Abhijeet didn't budge from his place. He was stunned seeing Tarika looking so gorgeous. Tarika noticed his intense gaze. Tarika blushed. She waved her hand before his eyes. Abhijeet's trance broke and he gave her an embarrassed smile.

Abhijeet: aaj toh ap itna jaida khubsurat lag rahi hai ki..

Tarika: pata hai pata hai.. chand sharma jayega..?

Abhijeet: nahi.. aj toh main apna hosh hi kho dunga..

Tarika: kya Abhijeet tum bhi... saying so she blushed again.

Tarika: ab aise hi darwaje pe khare rahoge kya.. ander ayo..

Abhijeet went inside and Tarika went to her room to give herself final touch before leaving for the function.

Tarika was looking elegant in her semi formal look with light makeup. She chose simple jewelleries for the night. She took the pendent that Abhijeet had gifted her to wear. Before she could tie it around her neck she felt two hands holding her hand and she smiled. She let Abhijeet do the honour of making her wear the pendant. After making her wear that, he hugged her from behind placing his hands on her stomach and burrowed his head in the crook of her neck.

Abhijeet whispered in her ear: perfect.

Tarika took a sharp breath. The smell of Abhijeet's cologne made her feel dizzy. He was intoxicating. She was losing herself in his arms.

Abhijeet gave her a quick kiss on her cheek making her smile at his gesture. He moved behind and nuzzled his nose behind her ear. She felt butterflies in her stomach on his soft touches.

He kissed her on her earlobe and Tarika whimpered in pleasure holding his hands which were resting on his stomach.

Abhijeet: don't make such noise Tarika. Otherwise we won't be able to go to the function today... he whispered in her ears.

Tarika bit her lips to stop her pleasurable moans that wanted to escape from her mouth. Abhijeet turned her and now they were face to face. Abhijeet made her lips free from her teeth with his thumb.

Abhijeet: These are not for you to bite.. He said in an authoritative tone which shook Tarika to the core.

He smashed his lips on hers kissing her hard. He bit her upper lips and she opened her mouth giving him the chance to tangle his tongue with her tasting and savoring her. After breaking the kiss, they both rested their forehead on each other trying to catch their breath after the hot and steamy kiss they shared.

Tarika placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and moved downwards to his heart. She kissed on his heart with a feeling that it belonged to her only. She looked in his eye with a satisfied smile on her face.

Abhijeet kissed on her forehead and looked deep into her eyes to capture the moment in his heart. His face was again moving towards her slowly and met with hers.. this time not with force like before. It was a slow and sweet one.. their lips were melting slowly. Both of them forgot that they were getting late for the function.

Abhijeet groaned angrily when his phone rang. They had to break their kiss. Abhijeet looked at the caller id. It was Daya.

Abhijeet's pov: aaj toh main gaya kaam se..

Tarika with her eyes asked "who?"

Abhijeet mouthed: Daya..

Abhijeet took a deep breath to calm himself before receiving the call.

Daya: yaar Abhijeet kaha ho tum? Sab pohoch gaye hai..

Abhijeet: hum..hum baas ni..nikal ne hi wale hai..?

Daya: kyaa!? Tum toh itne jaldi nikal gaye the Tarika ko pick karne.. aur ab tak nahi nikle...?

Abhijeet: wo.. wo baas.. haan wo Tarika ji ko ready hone mein waqt lag gaya.. He didn't find any other excuse better than this at that time. Tarika gave him a dead look and in return Abhijeet gave her an apologetic look.

Daya: ab jaldi niklo tumlog.. Acp sir bar bar tumhara puch rahe hai..

Abhijeet: haan..haan.. hum baas abhi aarahe hai..

Abhijeet cut the call with a sigh to receive a stern look from Tarika.

Tarika: main ready hone mein waqt le rahi thi.. ? tumse toh main baat hi nahi karne wali ab..

Abhijeet: kya yaar Tarika.. please samjho na.. Daya ko pata lagta toh wo mujhe chidata rehta.. please man jayo na.. he gave her his puppy eyes which she couldn't resist.

Tarika: hmmm.. chalo thik hai maaf kiya.

Abhijeet: chalo jaldi se nikal te hai..

Tarika: ek min..

Abhijeet: ab kya?

Tarika: ye jo tumne mera lipstick kharab kiya.. usko thik karna parega... warna aise hi sabko pata chal jayega...

Abhijeet: haan haan thik hai.. jaldi karo..

Tarika: tum bhi saaf karo..

Abhijeet: aain.. matlab..?

Tarika: khud mirror mein dekh lo..

Saying so Tarika started setting her smudged lipstick. Abhijeet saw that his lips looked red with Tarika's lipstick and his cheek had a kiss mark too. He quickly used the makeup remover and combed to set his hair.

Tarika: mera ho gaya..

Abhijeet: mera bhi.. chalo..

They left for the function in a hurry and the lipstick mark on Abhijeet's shirt went unnoticed by both of them as that was partially hidden by Abhijeet's black coat.

Abhijeet stopped his car in front of the venue. Tarika looked at herself in the mirror to see if she was looking fine.

Abhijeet: you look perfect.. Tarika gave him her smile. Her eyes went to his shirt now.

Tarika: but you don't..

Abhijeet gave her a confusing look.

Tarika (pointing towards the mark): ye dekho..

Abhijeet saw and got horrified.

Abhijeet: Shit! ye kaise nahi dekha! Ab kya hoga!

Tarika: shirt change karna parega tumko..

Abhijeet: tumhara woh makeup remover do na..

Tarika: nahi.. usse pura nahi jayega.. stain reh jayega..

Abhijeet: ab shirt kaha se layun!

Tarika: tumhari car mein kabhi kabhi spare shirt hota hai na for emergency.. dekho toh mil jayega..

Abhijeet: haan.. shayed rakha hai..

Fortunately he found his pastel color shirt ( which he wore in veerta awards) in his car.

Tarika: tum coat se ye marks chupalo.. aur washroom jake change karlo. Main wait karti hoon tumhara bahar..

Abhijeet: nahi tum ander chali jayo.. Koi mere bareme puche toh bol dena main car park kar raha hoon..

Tarika: okay fine.

Tarika went inside the venue while Abhijeet went to change. He changed his shirt and kept that shirt in the washroom itself as he was already late for the function.

Abhijeet came within a few minutes feeling relaxed. Tarika asked him with her eyes.. "all fine?".. Abhijeet nodded at her.
Daya noticed Abhijeet.

Daya: finally agaye tum...

Daya narrowed his eyes at him with: tum toh white shirt pehen ke nikle the na.. wo accha toh lag raha tha..

Abhijeet cursed Daya in his mind.

Abhijeet gave him a fake smile: wo baas.. kya hai na raste mein shirt pe kichar lag gaya tha toh change karna para..

Daya: hmm... Though Daya wasn't convinced, he left the matter.

Abhijeet took a sigh of relief.

After that what happened, you all know ;) Abhijeet was caught red handed! :p