Broken But Brutally

Chapter- 18

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He kissed her. Sana didn't respond instantly. The shock was still plastered on the face, she wasn't ready to make it right now. She didn't know what it takes to start. The air was so thick for her to breath. The passion was beaming around, the room encompassesed piccadilly to the aspiration and impulse.

This was the vary first time she experienced something like that. This was the first kiss she was going to experience today. Siddhant being experienced, was playing with her lips frenzily.

The nervousness was still there but, one thing she knew very well, that she can't let go this opportunity she was craving ever since she saw this beautiful man.

With the a final will to do it, she suddenly responded the kiss with enthusiasm, that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening. He was really kissing her, she was really kissing him back, and the world around them was meaningless right now.

Nothing could possibly meant more than them, nothing could be more beautiful than this moment right now. Those small hands pressed into his torso, the way her round eyes fluttered to a close. She fit into his arms like a piece of puzzle, her kiss like the beating of a butterfly’s wings, soft until it became addictive. It was the murmuring.

It felt like cool breeze of a summer evening. It was falling asleep to the faint noises of the burrow. It was a red, blazing plassy forest, yet a gentle, trickling rain all at once.

And he was falling fast, craving her scent and the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began. He had never been more grateful to have life until now. He would have rather walked into hell again and again than loose this. Her entrancing eyes, her captivating smile against his lips, her laugh a while ago, her hair and how it fell over her shoulder when she looked at him, her raspy voice in the meeting room, and her hands, those tiny hands, conforming and loosening to his calloused hair in perfect rhythm with him.

But his stupid, stupid lungs had to find air, and he was forced to separate from her with the feeling of gravity being torn out of his core. Somehow, she had been moved up onto a ledge, sitting high above him and disconnecting her hands from his. So, she could run them through his disheveled hair, and he closed his eyes at her touch.

She was looking up at him with such an inviting warmth that he wanted to kiss her again, but it would have come off as obsessive. When he was non-respondent, she pulled away. He took a step back, heat rising to his face. But suddenly reality stuck his being. This wasn't right, she wasn't a right women to do it. 

All the stupid things he did in this moments came rushing into his mind, slapping him tightly. The wave of guilt passed through his vines and he remembered the things that women did to him ages ago and he oath to revange every woman on this earth. And never get emotionally connected to the one.

And today he was actually going to break his oath, how stupid he can be?

Sana was now confused with his changed demenor. 'was I so bad? My kiss made him feel disgusting? There were number of unanswered questions running into her mind. The sudden change of air on his face was actually making Sana insecure and scared at the same time.

She was completely lost in her traces which was suddenly broke with his next words, which sliced her being into two.  “Sorry... We did a huge mistake, shouldn’t have done that.”