TANYA'S POV-

           "तूने छुआ तो कुछ अलग महसूस हुआ

              ना हुआ जो महसूस आज तक हमें।"

The sound of cutlery cuts through the silence of the room. I am sitting opposite to him at the dinning table. He hasn't spoken a word, completely focusing on the meal.

I on the other hand find it difficult to stuff food in my mouth. His eyes steal glances at me in between but other than that he is calm. This is also a sign of a storm.

He never stays calm. Not when i burnt his building not even hours ago. I clear my throat intentionally and he looks at me with concern.

No it's not concern. Why would he be concerned for me?

"Are you okay?" His voice is low

"Yeah i am" I say shoving another bite in my mouth, his grip on the fork tightens as he notices at the anxious pale look of my face.

"Do you have a fever?" He asks his hand dropping the steel cutlery.

"No. I am just fine also you should just leave now." I utter moving up from my seat.

He does the same, following me to stairs. He pulls me by grabbing my wrist. I look at him with a huffed expression. After today's episode I don't want to stay anywhere but near him. He is disastrous. And I certainly don't like how i react or what i become when i am around him.

He is too stubborn to be ignored and too different to be seen.

"You were not okay and i saw it clearly in the cameras." His breath trails my lower neck

"I just had something in my mind." I reply giving him a hard stare

I don't wanna look up in his eyes. They are grey, dark and mysterious and every time i peep in them i find myself wrapped in questions. Questions which don't have any answers.

They are just in my mind. My words forget to slip when i try to ask them.

"I want to be with you." I don't believe what i heard, probably i misheard.

My expressions deepen as i stare wide at him, he stays the same not moving a bit. His body sort of pushes mine but his hands are enough to hold me back from falling.

"What?" I fumble

"I said i want to be with you." His words are clear this time making me aware of his intentions.

For a minute I don't speak at all. I want this moment to consume me or let alone this earth consume me. My only enemy is asking to be with me. Is that a parallel universe or am i living a delusion after my episode.

His thumb caresses my upper arm, making me aware of this truth. It's all real and not in my head. I straighten my back and try to push myself out of his grip but he is strong. And i am more weak today.

"Why?" I barely manage to mutter

"Because i own you." He hisses under his breath.

"What the fuck? You don't own me. You will never fucking own me." I reply back at his delusional comment.

I don't know where he gets the audacity to speak with such power when he clearly doesn't have any. I sigh and finally he let me go.

"Let me stay here for tonight." He states

"What?" My expressions more tensed.

"You heard me right." He takes a deep breath and then cups my face joining our foreheads together.

"Are you okay?" I ask

"Yeah i just feel guilty to make you worse." His words barely make it out of his mouth.

"I am okay and i am sure there's no need to feel guilty here. We are not friends or even well wishers so that is fine." I shrug his hands and stay calm.

But my heart is pounding a million times faster. He cannot just stay this close. I have an itch with his touch. Not that i want to scrape it off but i crave it.

I am clearly not into him and that will be the same for future but some contacts are terrible. They make us weak and strong altogether. His touch is electrifying and his gaze sends shivers down my spine. But obviously that will not change that fact of us being enemies.

Enemies who burn each other.

While our touch is nothing calming or peaceful but it is worth craving for. He and I are different yet inseparable. The detestation we hold for each other is passionate. None of us can deny the fact that we are only meant to hate.

I feel a heavy pressure on my shoulder as he drops his head to rest there. My hands move to his shoulders and i press them gently. He nuzzles his nose with my skin and i feel nothing normal. My body turns warm with his presence and i feel a safety.

Being safe with your enemy. Probably i am turning into a psycho. But it is what it is.

He pulls away after a minute and I don't express anything, also because I don't have anything to express to him other than hate. But in this moment hate has no place.

"Go home." I whisper in his ear

"I want to stay here." He leans to my shoulder.

"You cannot stay here." I confess and that was it. He turns around so that his back is what i can see now. His steps are measured as he was trying to not seem desperate.

With a hinge of void and guilt he leaves my space. I press my lips together and throw my head backwards taking a minute to engulf whatever i am feeling.

It's not hate. But it's strong enough to make me cold. I feel like my blood freezing and the room is suddenly now like a part of Antarctica. As if his presence took away the warmth with him.

I take slow steps to reach my upper floor. The day cannot be longer now. I head to my room and jump in my bed. The comforters aren't comforting. I glare at my brown ceiling hoping it would calm the fuck out of me. But it's not helping either.

I shut my eyes and try to sleep, after an hour of struggle i finally manage to sleep. And the next i know is sweaty palms and fast heart race.

I had a nightmare again. After an episode in the middle of the day I didn't expect it to scare me today at-least. But i was wrong.

Using my hands as a leverage to pull me up from my sleeping position, i get seated on my bed. My hands run to fill a glass of water and i chug it down. I know I won't be able to sleep now.

So I decide to go for a drive instead, it's 4 in the morning. I grab my keys and leave the house. After an hour of good drive and music therapy, i pull over at the side of a lake.

It's on the outskirts of London. I often visit it. I kind of like this place. There's a slope to go downwards near the end of the lake. I carefully travel the slope and take a seat on the end of it. The water is calm.

No movement at all.

While i am feeling a lot at the moment. My body is used to take deep breaths wherever there is clear water. I do the same here.

I fold my knees to my chest and my rests on my elbow making it look like a sad girl. I am not sad, but i am not happy either.

My hairs ruffle with the cold wind and i feel free. Free from everything that was burdening me before. I look lifelessly at the stagnant water when someone squeezes my shoulder.

The touch is warm just like how i felt earlier at night. I look behind to find him standing here.

Adhvik is in the same attire, it's just he removed the overcoat and now is in a simple white shirt. His two buttons are undone and his hairs are messy.

"What are you doing here?" I move immediately

"Just sitting by the lake." He replies settling himself beside me

I don't turn towards him. I stay focused on the water and my mind refuse to initiate any other conversation. It's okay. He can visit this place too.

You just have to pretend that he is some sort of stranger. And everything will be fine.

But the pace at which my heart is thumping loud is nothing alike fine. It's horrible.

He can't just affect me like this all the time. I am The Tanya Malhotra and I have to win this battle by mind or by heart. And if my heart tends to lose this, i will abandon that piece of shit.

My thoughts came to halt when he leans his head onto my shoulder.

What is this? A romantic scene of some film? He is not supposed to cry on my shoulder. I know he is not crying yet but what if he does? I don't know how to soothe someone.

Still for a reason I don't move. I feel creepy. His hairs tickle the area near my neck and i move my head a little. He gets on his own while facing me.

I do the same but my look is with no expressions at all. Like a corpse looking at someone in the middle of dawn.

He takes my hand and basically pulls me to stand. I was about to handle my weight when he grabbed my hand tight and pulled me with himself.

It took me a minute to realise that we jumped in the lake. Fucking cold lake. He must want me dead.

My body pushes itself out of the water and i shriek gasping out for air. Choking on the water and barely breathing i wipe my face to have a better look of him.

He ran his hand through his wet hairs and for no reason i find it sexy. My so not good thoughts were in midway when he grabbed my waist, his finger digging into my wet skin. I feel warm tingles all over my body.

He pulls me to his chest and my half naked body collides with his steal one. He is built strong. Probably a gym guy.

I finally look back into his eyes, the stormy ones. My lips shivering with the cold wind playing through it. His hands move up and down making me difficult to stand still.

I want to wiggle and get out of his hold but instead my body resist this urge. I fold my arms over my chest to hide my pink nipples from his sight but the plan fails. His one hand circles my back making me hard for him. My nipples are practically so hard that they can rip the cloth off.

But I don't want to show this or anything. I don't want him to know how he affects me. His eyes focuses on my hand and he pulls them from the chest. My nipples being on display for him.

He smirks. All the guilt from earlier wipes out from his eyes and intense lust replaces it instead.

I bit my lower lip to hold myself altogether. He reduces the distance to zero and now he is basically breathing me. His chest colliding with my breasts making him aware of how desperate i am getting right now.

He trails his index finger on both my nipples and a needy moan escape my mouth. I close my eyes to feel it better but he instead grabs my jaw and kisses me.

The kiss is wild. Animalistic. He eats me. Sucking harder only making it impossible for me to breathe. My hands move to his hairs and i pull them whenever he goes too harsh. He grabs my one leg under the water just when i realise i am only wearing a pair of cotton shorts and nothing inside.

Crimson rushes to my cheeks as his hand rub my thighs. My core is wet but being in lake means i am safe from another humiliation. He keeps kissing the fuck out of me while squeezing the flesh of my thighs.

At this point i am convinced he was a horny teenager who grew up watching porn only. He has too much tactics to make the other one beg for it. As i respond into the kiss with a little force he trails his hand inside my shorts. He grabs my clit and squeezes it. My juices coming into his hand only. He gets more wild.

With a hurtful bite he leaves my lips and sucks his hand. His mouth dripping with my liquid. I feel a great sense of victory.

"You are nothing sweet but fucking wonderful." His words turn me on and i move my hand to grab his cock.

If rock is hard then it was more than a rock. Harder like a steel rod. I tease it from the cloth's upper side only when he unzips his pants making his cock jump out in my hand.

"It's all yours." He whispers biting my earlobe.

I rub it back and forth. His expressions are wild. I know i am doing good. I have done it so many times but it's different with him.

I use my thumb to rub the tip of his thick flesh when he sucks my collarbone. I feel a million of butterflies racing in my stomach.

Just when i thought it couldn't be better, it started raining.

Making my core more wet and needy for him. He moves a little lower from the neck and tears apart my t shirt. Now i am naked with heavy juicy tits in front of him and he pulls away to adore them for a moment before he gets back to sucking them.

I love it.

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Arii