~Sanvi's POV~
I cursed involuntarily as for the second time in a day, I found myself sandwiched between the wall and Rishabh. Nervous would have been an understatement for my state at that moment. I bet that he could easily hear her heart beats. Perhaps his mother upstairs too could hear them?
I was all the more shocked to decipher the mischief in his eyes as he pulled me closer.
"No..no..no...no..." I squeezed my eyes shut, not letting my heart give into the debaucherous temptation. I was sick to my stomach thinking of how low my desires had stooped.
"No, what Sanvi?" His whispered in the smoothest voice, that jerk, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach. His minty breath fanned my face.
"Put me down, Rishabh, I am warning you.." The intended voice in my head was stern but the words came out in a rather weak whisper. My legs were jelly.
I groaned in my mind, frustrated. I was never so bold, never so open!
My breaths grew erratic as I felt his palm gently massage the skin over my waist, sending unusual shivers down my neck. My breasts were propped up against his hard bare chest with only the fabric of his shirt playing as the barrier.
Everything could unravel with one move from my part.
Just an inch close and I could feel his lips against mine once again.
I was so shocked at my own heat that I could almost die of embarrassment.
These feelings were definitely alien to me. Well, what else would you expect from a closed-off person like me? I had never shared such physical intimacy with a guy to experience such explosive feelings. Never in my life did I ever wonder how being close to a boy, or precisely this Rathore, would do such things to me. It was all over the accidental kiss scenario once again.
"What do you want, Sanvi? Spell it out. Don't act like you don't like it." His mouth felt warm and moist against my ears as he voiced those out most sensuously.
My subconscious mind wanted to push him away and yell at him for touching me inappropriately but a tiny portion of my heart wanted to be in his arms, this close, blocking all other sources of external disturbance, forgetting that both of us couldn't even bear each others sight.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Oh how I wanted the night to end that instant. I honestly couldn't bear being this close to him anymore. And on top of that I couldn't bear showing this weak demeanor of mine in front of him.
He was always a prick that extracted joy while playing with my weaknesses. He had always made a plaything out of my feelings about anything. Nothing would change with a single accidental kiss.
My breaths were still irregular and my chest was still heaving up and down erratically...but nothing came from his side. I couldn't feel his arms encircling me anymore. The warmth under his hold was gone.
My anticipation of something was suddenly...lost.
I jolted my eyes open at the absence of his warmth.
There he stood, one hand away from me, gawking at me shamelessly as my back was still stuck to the wall, sweat beads garnering my shameless face.
"Do you want something Dixit?" I saw him smirking at me.
My hands itched to slap the smug look off of his face.
He WAS playing.
And I shamelessly gave into that.
I was once again wheeled out by my immaturity.
Mother was right. This world needed better people. Better than the fox, Rathore.
Okay? He wanted to play?
Every dog has its day.
I'd definitely show him what an actual game is once I settled my composure.
But right then, all I needed was my bed, to cry and sleep on, or perhaps endeavour to make a Voodoo doll out of Rathore and curse it to death.
"Hey, hold on, I was just messing around." He came towards me in desperation at my silence and tried grasping my hand when I harshly slapped his palm away.
"Touch me again, and I'll break your bones to dust."
I threw him a murderous look and turned away to storm the hell out of that place. I walked towards the door of his room and held the knob to open it.
But it didn't open.
I tried again but I guess the universe was adamant on showing me down in every damn aspect on that specific night. I could almost feel his mocking gaze on my back. He stood behind me, chuckling heartily as I wrestled with the door.
"Useless as usual, aren't you, Dixit?" I jerked my head towards him at the comment and that guy had the audacity to look that good even when I wanted to rip his face off.
"Wear your tee-shirt and open this door!" I bellowed frustratingly.
"Is it distracting..?" He smirked and pointing towards his bare body.
"Screw you! Don't flatter yourself Rathore. Just open this goddamned door at once!"
He passed a coy smile at my words.
"I would love to..." He smirked yet again, looking all smug for some reason.
After taking his sweet time wearing the tee-shirt, he held the door knob and rotated it anticlockwise for once then clockwise again and the door bolted open.
Wow. Fancy lock for a fancy house full of fancy people. It was a pity their son lacked some decent fancy behaviour.
But the innuendo in his intention when he said that he'd love to do it dawned upon me quite late.
He said he'd love to open the door for me...or screw me... Nevermind.
I looked at him all horrified that instant but managed to mask my expression before he could interpret it. I needed to bathe in some holy water.
I walked out of his room and paced towards the corridor, without looking back for a second. I didn't bid him a good night. He wasn't worthy of that.
But I soon felt him walking behind me. Did he want to see me off?
Wow. Wasn't Rathore was definitely a package of surprises that day?
Why was he so clingy, all of a sudden? I didn't know why but I couldn't help smile a little.
The mansion was surely confusing and I had previously gotten into the sticky situation because I couldn't locate Veronica in the large mansion. I wouldn't have minded a little help.
Who knew? I might just have walked right into Mrs. Rathore's room and given her the scare of her lifetime.
"What are you cooking up there? I am just showing you the way out. Dont misinterpret my intention!" He narrowed his gaze at me as he caught me smiling.
Rats.
"Huh? As if I am interested in your so called intentions!" I flared my nose and Rishabh rolled his eyes. I needed to learn some good comebacks for situations like those. But I wasn't going to be in one from then anymore and I had promised myself that.
We walked down the stairs, though the living room. I noticed his mansion once again. It was really spacious and beautifully decorated. Only if the people living in it were a little bit humane. I didn't mean it for Mrs. or Mr. Rathore. I had never met them directly. But their son was so annoying!
I scrunched my nose as I felt his hand brush against mine while going down the porch.
*Rishabh noticed the continuous change in her expressions, indicating that she was definitely bitching him in her thoughts. He chuckled inwardly.*
Once we were out of the mansion, I felt him still walking beside me.
"I know the path from here.. You may go."
"This is my house. I can roam anywhere, anytime inside its premises and you are no one to order me. Why do you feel like I am accompanying you? Unless you want me to.." I put my palm up in front of his suggestive face and hurried out. Sometimes he just needed to keep that trap closed.
I sighed, pulling my scooty out from the stand and putting the key in the ignition. As I was about to start, out of no where, I felt his hands blocking mine and he pulled me towards him making me stumble a bit with the scooty.
"What?!" My frustration had reached its peak. I was desperate to get away from him, and his stupid handsome face.
To my utter shock, the very next second I felt a moist peck being planted against my right cheek. But he withdrew his lips before they could linger.
"Thanks for coming to my party. I won't invite you next time too." He muttered against my ear and released my hand.
As if in a daze, I kept looking at him retreating back into the mansion. My hand unknowingly touched the cheek where he had planted the peck and a bewildered smile curled up my lips.
What on the earth was going on with that boy?
"Also, I didn't know you were so wild as to go commando in the clothes of another person!" He yelled from the porch and I felt myself reddening with shame for the umpteenth time that day.
That jerk! HE KNEW!
He had announced in the entire neighborhood that I was practically nude under his clothes. I really should have had kneaded him where the sun doesn't shine. He didn't deserve any pity.
That was my cue to hurriedly ride out of that posh neighbourhood in warp speed.
And I did.
I couldn't have hated that Rathore more than I did at that moment.
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To Be Continued.