Author's POV
"I should call Mom.." Sanvi thought initially and searched her bag for her phone only to bang her palm on her forehead. She had forgotten to put the phone in the bag amidst the hurry in the morning. She couldn't have been in a worse predicament.
It truly was a glorious week for her! While reproaching herself sarcastically, her eyes fell on Rishabh, a few yards away, strapping on his motorbike. She bit her nails and mentally calculated and recalculated within seconds.
Roads barren. Tires punctured. School empty. A large distance to the apartment. Darkness falling around faster than a bullet train.
The annoying brat who had caused her miseries.
The stakes seemed equal.
She was frustrated.
Or she could just return to Father's cabin and ask for him to call her mother? Less troubling than asking the enemy for help. But wouldn't that mean that the Father might get a chance to break all the troubles to her mother?
No way was she letting that happen. She would straight up go to the apartment without fussing her mother about any of those fiascos of the day. She already had enough in her plate and the addition of a rule-breaker daughter would just be another burden for her mother to carry.
She had never thought that she would be that helpless so as to ask for help from the enemy she had wanted to almost kill an hour ago.
"What will he think of me?"
She bit her nails, getting nervous with the second.
"Moreover why would that brat agree to help me after all this?" She mentally groaned for even thinking about asking him for help.
"But wasn't all this his fault in the first place?"
"Mind talks much, eh?" She was startled out of her deep thoughts by his raspy voice near her left ear. She looked up to see him staring at her with an amused face.
"Why are you chewing off your nails in the school parking?"
"Thinking of camping in the school tonight nerd? Are you really that addicted to it?" He creased his brows and pursed his lips in a sneer.
"What does that have to do with you? Go away! I was simply waiting for..." Sanvi spoke in a mellow tone as she still had a crisis to manage. Should she ask him? For biscuit's sake, she was really in trouble and needed a being for help and presently, he was the only homosapien nearby.
"For...?" He raised his right brow in a questioning gaze.
"Umm..." The harder she tried to form words to ask for his help, the more her conscience stopped her from it. She really needed some help but her own ego wouldn't let her after the terrible showdown with him that evening.
"For an imaginary boyfriend to fall out of the sky?"
Rishabh chuckled at her changing expressions. Why on earth was she hell bent on making him laugh like a maniac with everything she did?
He honestly felt like she wasn't the Sanvi Dixit he had known previously. She seemed completely different since last night. The way she had argued with him that morning and the way she reacted to his stupid prank by jumping him, almost trying to beat him up. These traits were never in the original Sanvi Dixit, in the cold, unbothered girl.
He had never taken the chance to notice her in the way he had been noticing her then. But she did get the two of them in trouble just a few minutes ago and just as she had stated before, he too couldn't let her off so easily.
"Come along.. I'll drop you home..." However, leaving her alone in an almost empty road with the dusk settling in would be heartless even for the great Rishabh Rathore.
He also wouldn't back away from owning that he would be the only reason if she remained stranded in the school that evening. He didn't think that his prank would land them both in such a big trouble but he knew he had to take some responsibility for the action.
Sanvi whipped her head towards him in sheer surprise.
Did she hear right? Did the jerk own upto his fault? He didn't say it out loud but why was he helping her then?
Thinking there to be another crazy motive behind, Sanvi scrunched her nose up at him in suspicion.
"What makes you think I would accept your help after all the troubles you have caused me?" Rishabh groaned and sighed simultaneously at her question. Dixit's behavior truly surpassed his expectations everytime. He was done playing for the day.
"Look, I am really tired now. You might be a little thing but your jabs in the fight have left me sore. So you jumping on the bike or should I just go?" He scratched his neck and turned to hop on his bike again.
Sanvi knew she couldn't afford losing him then. She bid adieu to the nagging ego in the back of her mind and shamelessly strided over to climb up the motorbike of her enemy.
"That's what I thought.." She heard him mock from behind as he ran to follow her. She simply rolled her eyes. 'Be resilient.' She chanted it like a mantra in her head.
"Hold tight..." He whispered once she was seated, though quite uncomfortably while clutching the bike handle behind her back.
"I am." She squeaked.
Apparently it had just dawned upon her that she needed to be at a close proximity with him throughout the ride. With all the fuss of the day, she had completely forgotten about the prospect of their recently shared intimacy and it all seemed to come back to her right then in an overwhelming wave.
"Hold ME tight." She heard him bellow over the roaring engine as the vehicle made it out of the school gate.
She mentally shuddered at the idea when suddenly the bike halted with a screech at the exit and she immediately fell over his back and faceplanted right against those back muscles.
Oof.
She pulled her head above his shoulder to see him smirking at her through the mirror. She flared her nose at him.
"What hell is wrong with you, jerk?"
"Ayo, you holding?" He exclaimed yet again and she had no other option than to grab the sides of his shirt when he accelerated the bike only to halt again, making her bang against his frame yet again.
"Bloody..." She was going to curse him more but the proximity they shared right then made her shut her mouth for good.
She was clinging onto his back for her life because the guy was going at warp speed. She feared whether the very last face she might see in her life would be of her so-called enemy.
That wouldn't be so bad, would it?
Someone in the back of her mind spoke out and she immediately shut her brain off for the rest of the dreadful journey.
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To Be Continued.