ADHVIK'S POV-

        "तेरे संघ गुज़र जाये यह उमर जो बाक़ी है,

       हसदों ना जरा खुलके काहे की उदासी है।"

The rain trails her bare body and my cock gets harder than before. The thought of fucking her raw brings a smirk on my face. Her thumb caresses my tip and i sway my hips enjoying the pleasure she is giving me.

She is so good at this. No matter how passionately i wanted to kill her just hours ago and now i am thanking god for making her so good at sex.

No not just god but her. I know she loves to fuck and this is result of that only. Otherwise how come she knows how to make a man beg?

And I didn't forget that bar night yet. If there wasn't me she would have probably fucked someone else. The thought let alone made my blood to boil. I was becoming evil. And the repercussions were hers to deal with.

My eyes ignite with possession and i grabbed her leg, pressing her veins not so gently. I grab the hem of her shorts and drag them down making her completely naked. I move an inch closer and tease her folds, she moves desperately wanting me to fuck her. With a hard stroke i finally let my cock explore her cunt. She is soft and her entry is easy to get.

I grunt as i find her so loose. I want her to be tight for me. But this also means how much she fucked other men entire life.

"Why your hole is so loose?" My voice came out with a lot of desperation.

She roll her eyes and threw her head backwards before replying

"Because my only escape is fucking."

The itch to keep her to myself only hovers over my mind. I keep looking at her face begging for more and my cock claiming every inch of hers. For only a mere second her eyes collide with mine and i notice something weak but before i can actually make that sure she wiped that look out.

And now she was again ruthless and rude.

"So from now on I will become your escape." My words leave quickly as i exert more pressure on her sweet folds.

"Wha-" her words remain unsaid as she gasps with the length of my cock.

"What do you mean?" This time she says it clearly

"I mean i am going to be the one who will fuck you and whom you will fuck. There's no other way around. I am your only escape and there's no escape to me." I thrust again and place my hand to pull her chin up

She nods and her lips part with the need of a moan. But I don't let her do that instead i smash my lips against hers and my lips suck the life out of her. The rain gets intense followed by the situation. I cup her face while almost eating her. She doesn't even try to resist that.

Her wet hair covers the length of her shoulders and her lips turn blue because of the coldness of the weather. I pull away from her and our foreheads collide. I breathe heavily while she does the same.

"You know we probably want to kill each other." She states

"Mhmm" i reply pulling strands of her hair behind her ear. But she shrugs herself out of my hold and crosses her arms over her chest looking sternly at me.

"Then we should maintain our legacy of hating each other." Her nose scrunches while her gaze travels my face

My hands reach for her before I whisper near her neck

"We can also maintain the new legacy of fucking each other. And who says that you can't fuck someone you want to kill. I mean it's quite okay."

"No it's not okay. I will not accept this. No touching and no fucking. Except that killing is acceptable." She digs a finger in my chest and furrow her brows

"Understood." I nod and she gets away from me. Her reflection plays in the water before she turns her head to glare at me for one last time.

"Wait." I mumble making my way towards her again.

Her brows form a knot trying to predict what i am upto this time. She stays still other than her brows,she has a poker face maintained. I take wide steps cutting water beside me. She is almost at the edge of the lake. My body towers her as her back hits the little ground of the edge. She stands straight looking at me with nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"One kiss is acceptable. Isn't it?" Her expressions remain still and her lips twitches.

"So fucking desperate." She mutters playing a smirk on her face.

"Yes. Desperate for you. To kiss you or maybe - before completing my sentence i brush my lips against her.

This is not wild. It's slow. Burning the intimacy between us. She doesn't reciprocates this one. Instead she is standing like a statue. My lips move slowly and annoyance fucks with me. She should kiss me back.

But she doesn't. So I switch back to my villain mode. I bite her lower lip, a little blood emerges at the bottom and she finally tastes me. I feel a sense of victory. The taste of her blood is little metallic and the energy she radiates is pure gold. After a good minute she places a hand on my chest, pushing me away.

"Maybe what?" She asks confused.

"Maybe?" I question back.

"You said you were desperate to kiss me or maybe?"

"Or maybe to kill you." I chuckle but she gives me a death stare before ruffling my hairs.

"Kill me? Go and try little boy." Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Later in the evening-

Her being drenched in rain and in my fucking arms was not what i expected when i left her home last night. But the morning amazed me.

The chain of thoughts keeps on building unless my secretary shows up to my cabin. He greets me and his hands hold a file. I motion him to take a seat.

"So what's this?" I ask sipping my coffee.

"It's about a deal. We were almost going to get that but the broker changed the decision and now he wants to consider The Malhotra Enterprises." He seems worried.

"I knew this. Let's just arrange a meeting with the broker and try to convince him once again." I suggest while looking through some presentations.

"So you are not affected by this?" He asks again.

"No. Just make sure to present every point neatly so that they are not left with any second thoughts." I order and he leaves.

Ever since i grabbed her deal i knew she wasn't going to sit and enjoy her downfall. And there she is bouncing back and snatching whatever she can. But it's no big deal. I have my plans already. Besides i checked the cameras and found her with the broker.

She seemed to know him. Like know him closely, probably a reason he was carrying her while caressing her. The thought makes me want to kill that asshole but never mind.

I can do that. I can kill him and that too without any violence.

Cause i am a slow sweet poison.

                           TANYA'S POV-

A week later-

My body feels numb and my hands are cold as i board my flight back to India. When i say I don't like India, it literally means i kind of hate that place. I don't feel anything good here. All my happy memories from here faded after that night.

Taking a deep breath, i board my flight and after being seated comfortably, which is a lie. I cannot be comfortable here. Not especially when i am going back to India.

I could have simply flew through my chauffeur but I don't want Trisha to think i am showing off anything. I want her to know me as me. Hundreds of thoughts pass my mind. I really don't feel like going back from where i ran. But it's also my last chance to fix things with my sister.

She is the only family i have now. Or maybe for me she is. Because she doesn't consider me anything. Not even a human. I died with our parents that day. That's what she says.

To distract myself from the upcoming problems, i try to restock my shares. I find it fun. The time passed by and now i am only an hour away from India. I stretch myself back and lay my head on the back of the seat. Letting myself relax and I don't realise when sleep took over me.

The announcement of landing breaks my sleep slumber and i rub my eyes. Taking a sip of cold water, i pack my stuff. Within a minute the flight lands. And the atmosphere makes it suffocating for me to breathe. The hairs on my body rise from the unusual tension residing in my body. I feel gross.

But somehow i manage to reach for the car that Chachu has sent for me. It's 15 minutes drive from the airport to our villa here in Jaipur. I don't look out of the windows the entire way. It makes me feel scared. This city took all at once from me years ago.

The car pulls in the driveway and i peep out to take a glance of my home. Or what used to be my home. Or what do we even call somewhere we used to live happily but now the place only has woe and cries.

"We have reached." The driver's words take me out of my thoughts and i nod at him.

"Just get my luggage in. I will join soon." I say and leave the car. The moment i lay my foot on the ground, terror climbs my soul. The idea of running away fascinates me. But I cannot always run. This time i have to stand and face the things i left behind.

My eyes examine the whole villa and everything seems the same. My gaze falls on the ground near the lake at the right side. I move towards that side and cold wind swirls around my shoulders. It's still cold here.

The white flowers caught my eyes and i touch them gently. But unfortunately one flower was already at the verge of getting apart from its root and it fell with my touch.

"Todh diya na?" The voice alone made me shiver. It's too familiar.

(Broke it?)

I turn around immediately stumbling on my foot. Her expressions full of hurt and hate. I stay silent. She starts walking into my direction. Her hands fixing her hairs.

"Cheezon aur logon ko todhna tumhari purani aadat hai." Her words drenching in venom

(Breaking people and things is your old hobby)

My heart physically hurts with her words. She still thinks of me as the villain. I am still the culprit in her eyes. And she still hates me with everything she has.

"Trisha kaisi hai?" My words fumble with pain.

"Tutti hui" She picks up that dead flower from the ground.

(Broken)

"Par tumhe uss se kya? Tum toh khush ho na? Sabko rula kar?" She smiles at me. But that smile pounds millions of tears in my eyes.

(But what do you have to do with that. You are so happy after making everyone cry)

"You think so wrong of me." I mutter under my breath.

"Because there's nothing right about you. Ever since you were born you were the wrong one. But guess who is suffering? Me." She sniffed.

"Trisha I wasn't at the fault. It was years ago. You still hate me." I explain myself.

But she turns around and walks away.

"Please Trisha. Don't do this to me." I beg but she never listens. My body drops to the ground making me helpless.

The Tanya Malhotra is weak as shit. Just nobody knows about this. After a good crying session, i wipe my face and move to the entrance. This place is full of agonies.

"Hello mera bacha." Chachu's voice forces me to pull a smile at my face.

(Hi my child.)

"Hi Chachu. Kaise ho?" I ask embracing him in a hug.

(Hi uncle. How are you?)

"Mai toh theek hu. Tu kaisi hai?" He caresses my hair and this feels like actual home. I have someone to actually rely on. Someone who cares for me. Someone who still loves me.

(I am fine. How are you?)

"I am doing great." Lies are escape for people like us. People who don't feel like crying in someone's arms.

People who don't have anyone to be real with.

"Where is Chachi?" I ask him pulling away from the hug.

"She is with Trisha. Both are selecting outfits for the engagement." He reveals

"Engagement?" I ask with a shock

"It's the day after tomorrow. You should look for yourself as well." He pats my cheeks and leaves me all alone in this hall.

I cross my arms over my chest rubbing them with opposite hands. The place brings a lot of happy memories but that are now only converted in painful miseries.

It's strange how a happy moment can turn sad after certain incidents. But that's what life is about.