Sanvi's POV ~
I squirmed under his freakishly strong hold. My retorts went muffled under his palm as I was literally being dragged by him towards the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, he pushed me against the sink cabinet and my back hit the corner. I winced slightly as he closed the door behind him with his foot, thus cornering me in the worst place in this monstrous mansion.
He could easily kill me and dump my body in the bathtub and no one would know. But would he? Knowing my luck and his hatred towards me, it was more than likely that he definitely could.
For the first time in my life, I was actually scared of Rishabh Rathore. Could the day have gone any worse for me?
"What the hell do you want from me? Let me go right now!" I looked straight into his eyes and bellowed, masking my fear in the loudness of my utterance.
We have had our share of disputes but none turned such weirdly physical until then. So yeah, I had genuine reasons to be afraid of him then.
He lurked towards me like a beast in its prowl with that stupid smirk etched in the corner of his lips.
"I know many other ways to make you scream even louder. You perhaps wouldn't want me to apply any of those techniques now, would you good girl?" His eyes darkened as he grabbed my arm and swiftly turned me around.
My abdomen hit the cabinet and I cringed, looking up to see our reflections on the half-mirror placed above the sink. My lips appeared swollen and my eyes darted towards his reflection that stared back at me with that stupid smug look.
His lips appeared red and swollen too and that was when the consequences of our little make-out session hit me. A fuzzy feeling of squeamishness arose from within my stomach, climbing up till my neck, making me redden involuntarily.
What the heck was wrong with me?
And as quickly as it came, it soon vanished as I remembered my actual cause of coming.
No. No. Whatever happened was wrong. Definitely wrong.
But you still enjoyed it. My brain intercepted in but I brushed the thought away quickly, reminding myself to deal with that later on. I still had a drunk girl to search for.
"Cat got your tongue now, huh?" I zoomed out of my self-reflection session as Rishabh pushed me against the cabinet, squishing me between his body and the lump of wood (Pun intended).
"I swear Rathore, I'll kick you hard where the sun doesn't shine if you push me one more time. Now let me freaking go! I have work to do." I pushed him away with all my might, only for him to bounce back and trap me between him and the wall.
"What's the rush? Now that you're here, let me be a good host to you." He remarked, skilfully dodging a punch that I threw at him angrily.
"And no good guest kicks their host. Definitely not when she's the one in trouble for moaning the host's name in an accidental kiss."
The thing that annoyed me the most was his smugness about the entire situation. He believed he had the high ground since I was the one caught trespassing into his mansion but the one thing he didn't know was that I had both the courage and audacity to report the happenings I saw there that night to Father.
He'd be more than happy to deal with the situation as there have been several complaints from the parents about the disappearances of their children after their school-hours. So all the party rendezvous of Rishabh Singh Rathore would definitely earn him some good detention.
I sighed under his hold, believing to have reached my ultimate limit of taking his bullshit, before grabbing his collar and pulling him real close to my face.
His eyes widened as he was caught off guard by my sudden act.
"Listen you spoilt brat. Either you open the door right now and let me leave or I go to Father, the first thing in the morning and sputter out all the things I have seen here. Partying with the students on a school night in your own house? I can only imagine how the genius topper of St. Louis will feel in detention amidst all the defaulting students." I gritted my teeth as he eyes remained transfixed on me. I continued after a short pause.
"Tch. What will remain of the reputation you have built in this school only to be tagged as a trouble-maker in the very last year? What about the Championship that you are so ardently waiting for? You'll be left dreamless. I should feel bad but the pleasure of being the person to do the honour of shattering your so called reputation is just too enticing."
The longing look he gave me after my prolonging threat was heated and I couldn't help but look away for a second. His eyes held a charming sparkle in them that I had never noticed up close.
"You don't know what you're doing right now, Missy..." His voice came out all raspy and breathless.
I was going to say something but I forgot what it was. Although his weird reply did make me realise that we were standing chest-to-chest, with no possible gap between us, all hot and bothered after our little accidental make-out session.
Oh goody. Leave it to me to turn an absolutely easy thing to such a disaster.
His pupils dilated dangerously and he clenched his sharp jaw, looking deep into my blazing eyes. He did have some ridiculously handsome physical features to take pride in.
Quite absurdly, I didn't notice any of those thing up until then. I could understand why most of the girls in our school fawned over him. He looked even more handsome up-close.
'What?!' My mind shrieked.
Why in the hell was I complimenting my enemy?
Arguing and disagreeing with Rishabh was always one of my favourite activities (and the only thing I found to be worth fretting over in my boring life). But right then, my breath hitched when I felt his warm breath tickle my nose.
He was playing unfair. That jerk! My eyes widened the next instant and I felt another surge of blush creep up my neck that made my cheeks hot.
~Rishabh's POV~
Words could hardly delineate how much I was loving the effect I was having on her right then. We had never been this close to each other before and we certainly did not plan on ever being.
But right then, at that moment, something felt warm about our closeness and I couldn't push her away or deride her in any way. I felt restrained and that surely frightened me.
She has always been the girl I never wanted to cross paths with yet ended up bickering with the second we did. We couldn't stay in one room for long without throwing snarky comments at each other. Not to lie, most of them were from my part but she never backed away from retorting equally mockingly.
The sight in front of me right then was something alien to me. It was definitely a peculiar and albeit rare sight of the Sanvi Dixit flushed like a beetroot. She was behaving so strange.
The girl I knew was a rebellious, no-nonsense and definitely not an easy going girl and she undoubtedly had bunches of retorts up her sleeve. But the girl in front of me appeared so innocent and sweet with her big brown eyes, beautiful parted pink plump lips, awkwardly blushing over her neck.
Her aura and personality was honestly something to be admired and I often found myself befuddled with my emotions at many of her actions. But hell would freeze over before I admitted that in front of her.
She was this bold and confident girl who might forget to eat but never delayed in her homework. I did admire her at times, but during our fights, all the admiration used to go down the drain. It was either me or her.
But right then, at that moment, my eyes couldn't help but rave over her tiny frame, taking in her appearance. She had a Pokémon tee-shirt on and it just melted down my initial intention of scaring her. I admitted that she looked super cute in that baggy Pokémon tee, albeit to myself. I had never seen Sanvi appear so damn appealing.
That might or might not have been my hormone talking after that little turning-on session back in my room. She had absolutely no idea how her movements were affecting me down there. I needed a cold shower and I was rather flabbergasted at the influence that made me wanna take one.
Sanvi Dixit was attractive? Wow.
I just couldn't stop thinking about that accidental kiss we shared. I would admit that it was my fault not to check twice before grabbing the girl and kissing her.
And honestly? Once I had the taste of those lips, I just couldn't stop. It was like this invisible force, urging me to ravish her right at that moment. It was the moment we parted that the world came crashing down on me.
Her cheeks adorned an unusual reddish hue and she was seriously blushing. So it wasn't just me who was affected by the kiss even after knowing each other's real identity?
What the hell was in the air? My mind groaned as I tried striking a conversation in my own setup that suddenly turned awkward for me.
Didn't I just want to scare her by being like that a minute ago? God!
"Umm.. Don't you dare inform Father about it.. Okay?"
I tried to soften down a bit with my movements as I sensed her discomfort under my strong hold, albeit keeping my tone straight.
She tried to sharpen up her composure but failed terribly. Pity, she had no idea how all these things that she did with her face were affecting me right then. She ended up looking directly into my eyes as I spoke.
It was then that I noticed a bit of glister in her eyes. I felt myself rooted to my spot as I gazed upon her eyes, capturing them in a perfectly prolonged eye lock.
We stayed in the same position for a moment; my hands clutching her arms behind her waist, our frames pasted to each other and our eyes locked. The chaotic silence was broken by a bang on the door of my room.
"Rishabh?! Rishabh?! Open the door." I heard a lady yell from the room, and that did it. It didn't take long for me to jolt away from Sanvi and start counting the last seconds of my life.
Mom was home.
She wasn't supposed to be there for the next two days. She must have had hopped on an early flight.
My shocked state clearly befuddled Sanvi. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. My obvious first reaction then was to be ready to stop her from bursting out and begrudgingly spill all the beans in front of my mother as was expected of our rebellious Sanvi Dixit. However, her state right then was no different than mine. She knew she was in trouble as well.
I gestured her to hide behind the bathtub curtain and directed her not to come out or make any sound. To my utter bewilderment, she obliged without any further argument.
Holy sharks, was she high or something? But she didn't reek of alcohol and I was sure of that. Obviously after the 'accidental' deed, I already knew what her mouth smelt, or ahem...tasted like.
Wow, get a grip man.
Without wasting another minute, I dashed out of the bathroom to open the door to greet Mom.
I quickly grabbed a towel and hung it around my shoulder before welcoming as very suspicious-looking mother into my room.
"Yes.. Mom.. I was just freshening up.."
"You so early?" I hugged her as she stood in front of me with a poker face,—while also stealing a quick glance at the bathroom door to check if Sanvi had finally decided to take revenge on me by bursting in the room in Mom's presence.
I would definitely get murdered today. My heart was racing like anything.
"You were freshening up in your party wear?" The look on her face, after a do-over of my frame was anything but pleased at meeting her son after a month. I winced at my stupidity.
Well, shit.
"Where is your phone? I ringed you so many times from the airport. I'd have to walk home had the attendant not picked the phone at the right time. Tell me the truth Rishabh. Did you host any party here tonight?" She narrowed her eyes at me and the carpet beneath us seemed a much more interesting subject for me to look at right then. I could face anything but my angry mother. She could see through anything.
Wouldn't you flip, Mother, if I told you that I threw this party in your absence? The one which you crashed right now had led your son to hide a girl back in the bathroom?
I would have preferred if she had been a little gullible.
"Here I was planning on surprising my son after being away for a month by coming a day early and what do I see upon returning? Truth! I demand." You'd know that it was serious when she had to use her Executive Officer tone to get some words rolling outta my mute mouth.
"Woah! Mom... Some friends of my group wanted to hangout but they couldn't find any better place, so I asked them to come over.. And you know how playful and wild those kids are? They must have littered a lot, right? I'll tell the attendants to clean up right away." I scratched my neck as I answered the half truth.
Mom didn't buy a single word and kept glaring at me with that I'll-make-you-clean-everything-if-you-don't-tell-me-the-truth look. I have seen a quite few of those looks to know that I was in fact going to clean the whole mansion that night.
"What? I am telling the truth, Mom! Believe me.. Anyways, let this topic be for some other time. The party...hangout is over. You must be tired due to the flight. Freshen up and sleep. You'll find no evidence of any party... hangout ever held in your house tomorrow when you wake up. I'll go get to work right now." I held her and slowly pushed her out of my room.
"Sureee...lie all you want to your poor mother. What do I even know about these crazy teenage parties? It's not like I was a teenager myself!" Mother rolled her eyes at me. I spared a guilty smile at her demeanor.
"But right now, I am so tired! I don't even care if you have a girl in there or something!" My heart began beating out of line at Mother's comment but I kept my composure. She narrowed her eyes at me, as if checking for any afflictions in my demeanor at her nonchalance about this. What did I say about a Mother as wicked as...well me?
"I just want the hall tip-top tomorrow. Call the attendants and ask them to help you clean up. I have some important clients coming over for breakfast in the morning... It's your responsibility. And don't you dare leave all the work on the attendants or sleep before you finish cleaning!" She patted my shoulder and turned towards the door, carrying her luggage.
I held my breath in until I heard the door of her room shut close.
What a lucky day it was to be alive! I could presume that the kids at the party were already gone, considering how calm Mother was about it all. She would have legit flipped if she could see any of those dumb wits piling up in the hall as they were an hour ago.
Hold on.
What if some of those dumb kids are still busy fornicating in the empty rooms of the mansion? I groaned in frustration, banging my hand on my head, cursing myself for holding the party in the first place.
Who knew it'd be this big and crowded?
All I could think about then was to hurriedly check in on the rooms and throw them out before anyone else saw them. I'd have to count my days if my Mom was the one to catch them.
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To Be Continued