~Sanvi's POV~
I had rigorously trained my mind not to fall prey under his willful physical advances. The reason behind it obviously remained that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back if we delved further into our suddenly erupted physical intimacy.
However, right then as Rishabh's mouth showered tantalising kisses down my jawline, my heavily aroused mind seemed to have lost all connection with the rational side of my mind.
An inexplicable joy worked through my instincts, making me involuntarily wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, in a way, surrendering to my animalistic desire.
But a nagging notion at the back of my head remained active to restrain me from allowing him a full access.
He doesn't feel the same way.
He's playing with my emotions.
He has figured out my weakness.
He'll jerk away from my body in no time.
He'll make fun of my weak demeanor towards his advances.
He'll laugh and point fingers at my disheveled self.
I am but a plaything to him now.
He isn't worth it.
My rational mind wanted to push him off and slap him right across his face for invading my personal space once again for the umpteenth time since that accidental kiss.
I tried to follow my mind but my hands didn't seem to comply. My throbbing heart yearned to remain in his warm embrace, feeling wanted even if he had been feigning it.
I felt his head tilt against my cheek and stop the sweet torture for a momentary gap. I knew he must've been checking out my bare, shameless scrunched up face.
The thought should have repulsed me and fuelled me to punch him off of my frame. But I seemed to have been petrified; my senses weren't in my control anymore.
The inexplicable attraction I felt towards Rishabh might have erupted from the night of our accidental kiss but I insisted that it was just a play of the pubertal hormones.
However, I just couldn't interpret why I felt so warm, and in a weird sense, calm and relieved around him,-quite ironic to our usual bickering stances.
It made me physically nauseous how swarms of butterflies invaded my stomach whenever we came in touch with each other.
I felt lightheaded and giddy, practically just ready to plunge into any whimsy as his fingertips brushed against any part of my skin.
These newly erupting emotions could never be named by my clouded mind.
"What... is this..?" I felt myself shudder while the words involuntarily made their way out of my parched mouth.
His hold around my frame at that particular moment seemed to entirely distract my mind from any other external influence that used clouded my mind at any given point of time,—the chaos in my house, my dysfunctional family.
I was habituated to loneliness. I had a best friend for namesake, a mother whose tired and burdened face constantly guilted me and a lonesome apartment with countless cobwebs and spiders for companions.
My fingers grabbed a fistful of his hair as his mouth descended downwards, placing soothing kisses on every inch of my neck. I couldn't help but moan out loud as his teeth grazed against my protruding clavicle and I arched my back with desire.
I was entirely at his mercy.
I sought companionship in my books and in the academic competition against Rishabh. I had never allowed anyone inside my lonely world.
I feared attachment.
I had seen my parents at each other's neck, although they had once been one of those couples, drenched in love and practically giddy about their companionship all the time.
Now, there wasn't a night in my life that I didn't wake up with a startling nightmare of walking into the main house to the dead body of my mother, either hanging from the ceilings of one of the dingy rooms or sprawled across the living room floor, abandoned and killed by her lover.
The grim thought immediately slapped me back to reality.
~Rishabh's POV~
I felt myself losing control with each sharp intake of breath that the movement of my mouth extracted from her. I let my mouth suck on the base of her jaw, and her arms around my neck tightened at the action.
My eyes opened slightly to take in the breathtaking sight of Sanvi's painfully desirous expression; her long lashes clasped her eyes down tightly and her lusciously full pink lips were slightly parted.
I knew I had to stop immediately before I completely gave into the desire of snogging the daylights out of her with every moan she uttered. But whatever the hell overtook my senses made me feel motivated to go forward with it.
My mouth grew hungry for more and more, moving down to her neck.
My palms rested on each side of her petite waist, and the grip growing tighter with every brush of her fingers against my neck.
Our bodies were almost squashed together against her scooty.
I felt the utter need to haul her up and wrap her legs around my waist, entirely giving into the desire I had been keeping bottled up since that night.
God, she appeared so innocent yet sensuously ravishing at the same damn time.
To her query in the heat of the moment, all I could reply was,
"I don't know..."
My mouth eagerly descended down her neckline, planting soft kisses with each of our aroused huffs. She smelled like the freshly baked honey-dewed doughnut they sell in the Town Square.
The more I inhaled her scent, the more I wanted to make it all mine. We were a slip away from unraveling everything.
However, the moment my hands slithered up the exposed skin on her waist, she pushed me away from her body with a powerful thrust.
I was caught off guard by her sudden act and I grabbed the handle of her scooty in the nick of time to keep myself from stumbling behind.
I was rather flabbergasted. It took me some time to register the shock of my own action.
How did I get carried away?
How could I, Rishabh Singh Rathore, lose control in that manner? I shook my head in the disbelief of my own doing.
Everything seemed blurry for some reason.
I immediately looked up and caught her slouching against the scooty with blood-shot eyes, with her hair flying everywhere.
The atmosphere around suddenly seemed to become stormy.
Was she crying? Did I cross the line?
What the hell! Of course I did!
What else could I do when her simplest actions kept on triggering my desires somehow?
I made Sanvi Dixit cry!
I regained my composure and advanced my hand towards her sobbing figure.
"Don't.. Just don't..." I was stopped midway by her raised hand. Her voice cracked when she spoke.
"Look, Sanvi! Listen to me.. I am sorry.. I didn't mean to do this..." I had no valid explanation for my indecency.
When I tried to catch her raised hand, she begrudgingly jerked my arm away. Her eyes stayed glued to her shoes as she wiped her sniffling nose with the sleeve.
I was stupefied at the sudden change in the air.
My eyes helplessly followed her movements as she turned her back to me and put the keys in ignition.
As if losing my sanity wasn't cruel enough, I felt a strange pain erupt throughout my chest at her unexpected vulnerable state.
Her hair was messy, her shirt was unraveled from her jeans and her face appeared as pale as a sick person. Tears trickled down her eyes as she wore her helmet and stormed off, leaving a guilt ridden me behind, staring at her scooty vanishing amidst darkness within seconds.
I felt a sudden burden of guilt plunge over my conscience while standing there in a daze. I hadn't intended to go that far.
I was caught off guard by her 'love' comment and after that, I had no idea what devil took over me.
Her equally responsive fervor ensnared my senses.
I was driven mad.
But no matter what, I shouldn't have done that.
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To Be Continued.