~Author's POV~
Rishabh huffed as he settled down on his soft bed with a can of coke and his tablet. He made sure all the rooms of his mansion were free of any fornicating couples after the hardcore party.
He was dead tired after chasing out a few half-naked adamant kids who weren't in the mood to get up. The clock stroke half-past three when he was done helping the attendants clean the mess those jerks made of their mansion. He felt disgusted after the entire ordeal and sighed heavily once the bubbly water slid down his throat.
'I saved your ass today, better pay me back before graduation for all the troubles I have to endure because of you.' He smiled looking at the message on his phone from his best friend. Dhruv must have had pushed the majority of the kids out of the mansion after getting a hint of his mother's arrival.
Dhruv was a life-saver!
Only if that jerk Aakash hadn't compelled him to throw a party on his expense after Rishabh had shamefully lost the inter-school basketball match for the very first time, he wouldn't have been in that situation. He frowned as the incident flashed in front of him.
Rishabh wasn't a guy yet acquainted with the prospect of defeat. The basketball match trophy was in his fist for the last four years. The new admission kiddo, Aakash, had the sniding audacity of challenging him for that. The trophy slid off his hands by some filthy tactic of Aakash.
He was sure of Aakash's involvement in his defeat as Rishabh had often caught the guy trespassing on their field since the practice sessions began. Rishabh was baffled when the other team seemed to know the exact tricks they were supposed to use. He had wondered why the opponent team was so harsh in their play during the game.
It was all Aakash's conspiracy. That snarky spawn perhaps sold their gameplay to the rival team and had the balls to walk into Rishabh Rathore's mansion to collect the compensation that night! What puzzled him was why would the jerk go to that extent of destroying Rishabh's reputation when they barely had any previous connection.
Rishabh balled his palm as the day of his defeat flashed in front of him. That creepy expression etched on Aakash's stupid face, while asking for the reward for winning the bet made his blood boil. Oh how his palm was itching to punch that perky nose off his creepy face!
He recalled all the incidents of the evening lying down on his back, on that round cozy bed of his,— the way he arranged the party, got a few of the students of his class (including that jerk Aakash just to show that Rishabh Rathore was a man of his words) which eventually led the bigger student horde of St. Louis into his mansion.
For God's sake, he was seeing some of the faces for the first time!
—how he and his friends toiled to keep the alcohol away from the underaged kids. How irritating it was not being able to go pee amidst the crowd in his own freaking house!
Dhruv was on his toes, restraining Rishabh from throwing the kids out then and there. —how that Aakash kept on smirking at him! —how he bit back the urge of punching his face!
—how that hot chick from the other section kept hitting on him. Initially his mood was overpowered with all the anger. He didn't react to her advances but the way that girl literally ground against him whenever she got a chance made him reconsider. She was practically all over him the whole while they were on the dance floor, whispering seductive nothings into his ears.
What more could possibly go wrong if he just made out with her when the situation was already wrecked? The girl was willing and he was bored and that would probably help distract him from all the chaos for a few minutes.
It was a win-win for them both!
Besides he'd finally get rid of his lip virginity with someone he had no strings attached to and who'd not pester him afterwards. He was way too busy for a relationship anyway.
—how he brought that girl up to his room and ended up blowing his mind out while making out with...
His thoughts halted at a dead end as he was reminded of Sanvi, whom he had kissed, who was his enemy, who thrashed on him even after responding equally to the kiss, whose lips tasted like freshly picked cherries, whose petite figure fit perfectly in his arms, who looked uberly cute in that baggy pokemon tee, who was his dang competitor!
'I didn't drink today', he thought while checking his breath and double- checking his senses.
Then why on earth was he fantasising about that girl? What went wrong with his brain after that accidental kiss? She was supposed to be a nerdy, off-limits girl, and for the bigger part, his nemesis since childhood,—an absolutely restricted entity for him to be fantasising about.
Then why on the earth was his mind adamant on proving her cute and interesting today?
Was it the kiss? It was, wasn't it?
But it was an accidental kiss. It was mind-numbingly sensuous, of course, but it still was accidental. He should have been feeling guilty and for the bigger part he was.
He had infact ruined her first kiss. Her first,— the words almost exploded his stomach with butterflies.
He was definitely not drunk. But it was an accidental kiss.
His thoughts had derailed by the time he remembered that she was still in his bathroom, locked by his own hands, on his own accord.
"Fuck.." He cursed loudly before springing up from the couch in a jiffy.
Other engagements had entirely wiped the Sanvi part of the story out of his mind. Although he could still feel the softness of her lips on his and those twinkling orbs of hers.... And there his thoughts went again!
'Stop this at once..!' He scratched his head asking his mind to stop thinking about that kiss.
He calmed himself down and prepared himself for another banter with Dixit.
What the hell was she doing in there for so long? His heart beat like a drum against his chest expecting the worst in there. He bit his tongue while sliding off towards the bathroom. She'd probably kill him in his own house.
When he opened the bathroom door, moving his eyes all around, he spotted her shadow behind the curtains of his bathtub.
'Dixit...' He whispered.
*no retort*
He slowly walked towards the bathtub and flung the curtains open. The sight rendered him awestruck for a few seconds.
She was sleeping soundly, in one corner above the bathtub releasing soft snores occasionally, clutching the metal handle of the bath-tub for support, which was loosening with time. Her pony had come undone and her long hair scattered all over the bath tub frame as few locks scattered over her face making her scrunch her nose in sleep.
He glanced upon her face for a longer time figuring if this was the same rebellious girl whom he had known? Why did she appear so fragile and innocent today? He questioned his mind eyeing her snoring little pouty lips.
He felt this weird urge to taste her lips again. He had felt the pleasure of an immeasurable amount on kissing her unknowingly. But now that he already knew her identity, he somehow wanted to do it again.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Even though he should have been going mad over her ruining his first kiss, his heart didn't allow him to do so.. Oh why did he feel like that again?
Yes, that was infact was his first kiss as well but he was too preoccupied with the notion of having snatched her first in that manner. That truly felt like a crime.
Having had no previous experience of such and believing himself to be such a dumbhead on deciding to lose his first kiss on such a bad day, he blamed it on the hormones.
All that he could do to convince his mind on being rational but the attraction he felt towards her right then could have fogged the entire room in a puff.
How will it feel to kiss her again, to feel her lips on his, to cage her under his hold, knowing this is her? Knowing he is fantasising about kissing his arch nemesis?
He halted his thoughts and decided to wake her up before his mind decided to do something entirely foolish.
He shook her by her shoulder.
"Sanvi.. Wake up..." He tried not to call out too loudly. His mom would definitely not spare him after catching a girl in his bathroom at that point of night.
"Hey, don't you wanna go home? Get up!" Rishabh bowed down to her level and puffed a breath of air on her eyes.
"Mmmm.." Sanvi twisted in her sleep.
Rishabh went stiff.
The next second she peeled her eyes open and panicked seeing Rishabh inches above her. She tumbled backwards and went right into the bathtub half-filled with scented water.
Some water came splashing towards him, soaking him alongwith her.
She was shocked beyond wits, as the cold water numbed her limbs and the memory of the night came rushing over her senses.
Oh how she wished these to be a part of the dream in which she was right before this Rathore jerked her up from her sweet sleep! She flared her nose and opened her mouth to curse that jerk.
But he sensed her move and immediately plunged upon her, pressing his palm against her mouth, not letting her shout pierce through the nightly silence of the mansion. Few ruffling mummers made their way out of her mouth as she clutched a handful of his hair ferociously.
"Aah! Shh...shhh.. Dont freak out on me now, you bimbo..." He tried to shush her down, wincing altogether at the pain of getting his hairs fisted like that.
She was struggling to push him away from her frame while clutching his hair with no prospect of direction and he wouldn't let her speak.
Rishabh knew very little on how he was going to be trapped in something he had convinced his mind out from just a few minutes ago. Sanvi, on the other hand, wished death would proclaim her before letting that guy put another hand on her.
Both were in for a surprise of a lifetime.
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To Be Continued