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It's been an hour of us in the club. And all we are doing is eating and laughing our hearts forgettable all our problems just like some mad women.
But Yashika is totally drunk. And the only thing that she is repeating is "I did wrong. I ruined everything."
God knows what is troubling this sweet baby. I did not drink but I was high on food. I thought coming here would help me relax from Abhishek's thoughts.
But I'm missing his presence. I don't but I feel I am just attracted to him. Very much.
And now, I want to dance.
I looked around my table and saw Yashika half asleep mumbling but reluctantly not to go home.
Aashu was lying on her shoulder and eating fries with a smile. And Ahana.
Well, she is just about to drag me to the dance floor.
"Let's dance." She screamed and we both moved to the floor.
We walked through the crowd and stood in a safe space on the floor. As the beat blasted we moved it and here it proves that dancing helps to cope with any damn thing.
"I'm gonna go pee." She screamed in my ear and I nodded. I saw her moving down and then going to the washroom.
I closed my eyes and let the beat flow through my body. But the only picture which flashed through my brain was HIS.
I should not be thinking of him but he is all over me without even being around.
And that's pretty shitty.
Suddenly, Sunidhi Chauhan's Challiya Challiya and oh how much I loved this woman and her work.
चुराइले हमरा चइना अब हमरे दिल में रहना
छलिया छलिया छलिया
रूह चुरालु मैं हूँ ऐसी छलिया
I let my hair flow and swayed with the beat. I twirled and danced forgetting everything around me as if there was no tomorrow.
I was about to twirl again but I felt a tug on my wrist and someone made me twirl twice and then I landed on someone's chest.
It was so sudden that I couldn't comprehend what happened, who twirled and on whose chest my hand landed.
I slowly opened my eyes only to see those dark orbs I was yearning for. His gaze pierced into mine and my heart skipped not one but many beats.
It forgot to really breathe.
He didn't say anything and at this moment I felt I was hallucinating. And I was so greedy that I didn't want to blink just because he'd vanish.
"I will not vanish, you can blink." He leaned onto me as he whispered in my ear and I blinked. And he didn't disappear.
My mouth fell open as I palmed it in surprise. He was here. Like in front of me. I took a step back but he didn't let go of my wrist.
Dressed in a tuxedo, unbuttoned shirt, messy hair, bagged undereye and his OG smirk.
But wait---
What's he doing here? How does he know? I need to know. I clasped onto his wrist as I dragged him and he walked calmly behind me.
I walked out of the crowd and saw a corridor. I walked in there and left his wrist as I turned to face him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes roamed all over my body and I nervously gulped my thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" I cleared my throat as I asked folding my arms in front of me.
"I could ask you the same. What are you doing here?" He said in a low intense voice making me insane as he shoved his hands in his pocket.
"We are not doing a question for a question, Mr Malhotra. You invaded my fun now answer." I did not let my sass go and make this man feel that he was affecting me just by standing.
"I came looking for my wife." He spoke in an instant and I was shocked.
"But last I knew, you were in your phase to ignore me," I threw my sarcasm and he smirked.
He walked with slow steps towards me and I took some steps back. My heartbeat rose and I was getting jittery.
"And now I am not." why the fuck I am finding this hot?
Why do my surroundings suddenly feel hot?
"You should not be be be here." I was stammering. He was standing too close to me and I was just breathing his cologne for air. I looked up in his eyes and he stared at me with his dark orbs.
"I should be here." he leaned further near my ear.
"So, no fucker dares to eye my wife." I gulped a thick lump as he nibbled his nose on my ear and whispered.
"Shreya." He whispered on the crook of my neck as a vibration travelled my body. His warm hand travelled through my waist cut as he held it tightly and yanked me closer to him.
And now, I wanted him to kiss me. My eyes fell on his lips which were a little parted and his chest tightened.
As I bit my lower lip in nervousness.
"Darling, it's really getting very hard for me to control," he said in his husky voice.
"Then don't," I whispered back in an instant. He looked at me with a little smirk.
I feel different. I feel I am falling for him.
"Can I kiss you, wife?" he placed his lips at a very small distance from mine. I gulped and nodded.
In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his hand around my neck and from another grabbed my waist. Then he smashed his lips onto mine.
More like attacked them in hunger.
His harsh lips sucked on my soft ones as he entered my mouth. The fainted smell of cigarettes and mint blasted inside my mouth as he kissed me with dominance.
I clutched onto his coat tightly and tip-toed to reach him closer. With heels, I was still shorter than him. I felt him smirking and he yanked me on me. His body fully was pressed on mine as sucked my tongue.
The music was now stopped and all I could hear was our harshed breaths. He continued to devour my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance but he was quick enough to take over.
He kissed as if there was no tomorrow and my body craved for more. I pulled him more closer to me as his tongue devoured my mouth.
He was not going to stop and I was getting breathless. I tapped on his shoulder and he stopped. His lips were still attached to mine and he pulled back leaving my lips with a heavy suck.
"Don't ever come to places like these without telling me." He cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead with mine as he whispered with heavy breath. His voice did something in my stomach.
"You start behaving like a sane man. Then I won't." I snapped and he looked at me with a smirk.
"Do you want to be breathless again?" He murmured against my lip.
"I think you do." And his lips were on me again.
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I wanted to hide somewhere and digest everything because I just had my first kiss with the man I never thought I would and that was in the most seductive way.
But here I was being pulled out of the club as the man in front walked with long strides.
"Abhishek, for fuck sake I'm in heels. Stop dragging me." I yelled and my voice echoed in the empty parking lot.
I don't know how he feels but I feel too good to jump in happiness. He was so dominant while kissing that I was ready to follow his commands for every damn thing.
He stopped and looked at me.
Abhishek is hot. His one gaze on me and I feel the urge to smash my lips on him again.
QWhy am I talking like a despo?
Oh fuck! I am desperate.
He huffed a breath out and strolled as I matched his steps. I don't know how long it will last but I don't want it to end.
It is finally feeling good. I'm selfish enough to keep this moment close to me. I hope everything goes well because I don't regret kissing him but if he regrets? Not now but a little later?
I don't want that to happen.
My steps halted with his when he stood in front of a car. His car. He held out the door for me and motioned me to sit.
I looked at the car and in all this while I forgot that I never sat with him in a car. I cannot trust myself, I have sat with my trusted people and not anyone else.
After that incident, when I sat in a car I remember I was fainted due to fear. A 17 year old first time had a panic attack and no one cared about that child.
I cannot. The last time, I tried to sit with a colleague it led me to a panic attack. The memories hit me in a blink and I felt I was about to die.
My Esha Di died while she was driving and I was just sitting beside her. I couldn't do anything to help and she died and people called me mu-----
"Shreya. To Earth." I felt a jolt in my body and saw Abhishek looking at me with furrowed brows and confusion.
"I cannot. I cannot sit." He stood straight but didn't let off my wrist. He blocked my way to look at the car and towered over me.
"Why?" He spoke softly. I looked at him and gulped my racing thoughts.
I cannot tell him. What if he is like everyone? What if he doubted me too? What if he too puts that label on me? I cannot. I cannot.
"Shreya." He cupped my neck and placed his thump under my chin and pushed it to look upwards at him in the eye.
"I cannot sit please call--"
"Do you trust me?" He whispered and my stomach churned. He looked with certainty in my eyes. His aura held me in protection and I was melting in it.
I do trust him. I trust him with everything even if he doesn't trust me. I trusted him earlier at my father's house too and since then I trusted him blindly.
"Do you trust me, Shreya?" He said firmly this time and I nodded in silence.
I knew I was doing something which broke every guard every boundary every wall I made in front of me all my life.
I am letting in him. All of him. I don't know what will happen next or what will do but for now, I don't want to back off.
"Then sit." He whispered and motioned me to sit while holding my wrist. I looked inside the empty from its open door.
It was dark. Darkness was making it scary but suddenly it was bright. I looked to see him leaning in the car and switching the lights on.
"Hop in." I nodded at his words.
Shreya, he won't do anything to you. You trust him. Then do it the right way.
In slow movements, I sat inside the car. He leaned as he kept one hand beside my shoulder. His face was too close to me and next I heard a click sound.
I gasped as he buckled my seatbelt. For a minute his gaze held my eyes and then he shut the door and marched to his side.
My eyes followed him and his movements as he got off his coat and opened the door.
He threw the coat in the backseat and rolled up his sleeves. I gulped at the view of his veiny forearms and a tattoo peeking through the sleeves.
I forgot about my surroundings for a moment and was just staring at him like a creep. I licked my dried lips and he sat in the car.
I cleared my throat as he did something on his phone. I looked outside the window as we still stood in the parking lot.
Where are the others? I remembered.
"Where are Ahana, Aashu and Yash?" I said and looked at him who had a phone glued to his ear.
He slightly showed me his palm and I nodded as he told me to wait.
"Where is Aashika?" I heard him speaking on the phone and I don't know whom.
He hummed and hung up the call.
"Rudransh took Ahana home. Ayaan dropped Yashika and Aashika at Rudransh's home." I nodded.
"Shall we get going?" He said as he tilted his head at me slightly and I nodded.
I clutched onto my purse in a tight grip as I took a harsh breath in. I closed my eyes and chanted God's name.
Shreya, he isn't like your father. He won't drive you to death. My subconscious reminded me.
I heard the ignition of the engine out loud and I flinched at the sound. I couldn't gather the courage to look at him and I just clasped my eyes shut.
The car slightly moved and I fliched in horror. The sudden flashbacks covered my brain but--
Then I felt a warm hand mingling with mine. I opened my eyes to see Abhishek already looking at me. My eyes were already welled up tears and his touch was making me vulnerable.
He held my hand tightly and gave it a small squeeze. I hitched on my breath as my mind was clouded with the old harsh things.
I was just looking at him feeling my blurred vision. I saw his one hand raising and in a second he cupped my cheek making my tear fall on his hand.
His face was soft and his eyes were not alarming just comforting. If he just asked me one time, I know I'll break.
My guards were already broken and his touch on my skin felt like ointment on my wound.
"Tell me whatever is it." He spoke with softness in huskiness in his voice to which I closed my eyes.
It never happened to me. I never told anyone about my suffering but his asking is wanting me to just open every page of my life which is filled with pain.
"You said you trust me. Then tell me." His both hands now my face and I looked into his eyes.
What if he judges me too?
What if he made fun of my sufferings?
What if--
"Shreya, I won't judge you." His voice was authoritative which made me feel secure and I felt confiding in him.
He won't break my trust.
He will be the first and the last person, I will never conceal anything in front of me. I trust him. I do. Fully.
"I was just 17 years old when---
"Shreya, come downstairs fast." I heard my father calling me and I ran from my room to him in the living.
"Let's go, Dad." I chirped as it was the first time my father talked to me after my di's death.
I was too happy teen as I stumbled on the carpet which was laid in the living. I fell on the ground and I was about to get up when I heard someone yelling.
"Are you blind? Can't you see this big carpet? Stupid Girl!" I turned my head to see my mother yelling at me.
They never yell at me. Not even at Di. This was the first time she did and that was after a yell at not talking to me.
"Shreya, come." My father clasped onto my wrist as he dragged me out of the living room and I couldn't even process what happened around me.
With a jerk, he left me in front of the car and moved to his side. I pulled out the door and sat in the front seat.
I have never been a rebellious kid to my parents because they were very good. But they are not like earlier anymore. Not like when Esha Di was here. They are now different.
My father started driving and the car was at a normal pace. But then suddenly my father broke the thick silence.
"Why?" He stated and I looked at him in question.
"Why did you kill my daughter?" His words gave me a shock which I couldn't absorb. Why would I kill my Di? I did not do anything.
"I.. I.. did not kill her. She was my Di." I voiced out in utter difficulty as it felt like the air I was breathing was now suddenly choking me.
"You did. You killed my daughter. She was with you." He screamed making me flinch in horror. My face was tained with tears which I did not deserve.
"Papa I I didn didn't do it. Please believe me please." I folded my hands in front of me but he didn't say anything he just accelerated the speed.
I felt the car racing as if we would crash somewhere. I was getting memories of Di and me driving. I felt my head spinning.
"Papa Papa please please allow down the car. Papa please." I cried in front of him but all my pleas were gone to waste.
As the car accelerated I felt losing my breathing. It felt like someone was choking me and I was panting heavily.
I tried to call my father but he was focused on driving fast. It felt something heavy was placed on my chest that restricted my breathing.
My head started to spin and in no time all I could see was black and everything stilled with utter and dangerous silence.
"And from then I couldn't sit around anyone I don't trust." I completed the incident narrating to him and I was a crying mess.
His hands were on mine the whole time giving me time to time support to continue.
I looked up only to see pitch-black orbs which screamed horror. His jaws clenched and his face had a stern expression.
His eyes bore into mine. I sniffed and his grip tightened on me.
"I'm very bad at comforting." He spoke and I laughed. He said it so cutely that I wanted to poke his cheeks.
"I'm comforted just by your listening skills. Thank you for being patient with me." His silence also made me feel at ease and I appreciated him for that.
He leaned onto me and pecked my forehead. I closed my eyes feeling his lips on me as I took a long breath.
"I won't let anyone harm you." He spoke and I nodded with a smile. I knew he wouldn't.
"Chalein abh?" He spoke.
"Yes," I stated huffing a breath out.
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I stripped myself of the dress and stood under the cold water as my mind flashed things which happened after we reached the penthouse.
The drive was calm. He drove while holding my hand at a minimal speed in which I was comfortable.
I can't shake that eerie silence in the car. It was so tense like he was itching to get out of there.
As we entered the penthouse, he silently made his way to his room, leaving me standing in the living room, bewildered and trying to make sense of what had just happened.
As the water calmed my tensed nerves my brain started to act up with shitty thoughts.
What if he regrets kissing me?
What if he is now judging me and thinking that I am a murderer?
But he told me that he won't judge me.
But what if now his brain is thinking otherwise?
Ahhh! I want to pull something off!
I am going tomorrow morning and I think he won't show up to see me off too. He just made a mistake and I guess he just let the moment flow.
I am a bitch who is on cloud nine thinking about her first kiss.
I should probably not expect and I just have a relaxed time in Mumbai.
That's it.
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