I Hate Luv Stories (✔️✔️✔️)

S2 ⊰|45|⊱ Badam Barfi

"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..."

― John Lennon

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WARNING: Long Chapter Ahead

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"Oh good god! Please forgive me of my sins! And please please please make sure I live to see tomorrow's sunrise." Swati joined her palms and spoke to him, sitting beyond the night sky.

"You know how much I love Di! Please make everything between her and Jijz fine na! I don't want her to come down and kill me." Swati begged god, for her well being.

She very well knew Swara would kick her left and right for what she had done because Swati being her sister very well knew how afraid of heights she was.

"Di Yaar! Don't murder your sister, she still wants to eat those yummy jalebi's and badam barfi's from that generous stall over there." Swati pretended to cry.

Karan from the top of the giant wheel was seeing Swati make weird gestures and he couldn't help but laugh, startling Ritika.

As the ride had come to an end, Karan and Ritika's chamber landed first and both of them stormed out of it. Ritika halted, thinking about her next actions while Karan made his way towards Swati.

From the corner of her eye Swati noticed her sister's chamber that was about to come to a halt. The panic within her rose and her immediate instincts were to run and sit into the chamber from which Karan and Ritika just walked out.

She ran past Karan, while he wondered what suddenly happened to her.

She jumped into the chamber which was mid air sitting over the metallic seat and breathing in relief that she wouldn't have to face her sister anytime soon.

Just the next moment she was pushed so hard from the back that she thought she would fall down from the giant wheel, which was already at a great height.

Only to be held firmly, her head was the only part that seemed parallel to the ground as someone from behind her was holding her strong.

One pull and she landed on someone's lap. Certainly the same someone who prevented her from falling off the ride.

Her eyes wide in shock, as she felt like she just brushed death.

She frowned at how ferocious the man, who she was practically sitting on looked.

His face had cuts, his lip was bleeding and he was heavily breathing. He looked like a thug to her.

His eyes were cold, expressionless and he did not hesitate to look into her eyes without any fear. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and it was clearly visible how well built he was.

It looked like he just came from a wrestling match because he easily smelled of mud.

"Are you mad?" She yelled at him, getting off his lap and sitting on the remaining seat beside him.

He rolled his eyes, preferring not to talk.

After a long pause, Swati turned her face away muttering something in annoyance.

"Senseless men! As soon as they see a lonely girl, they begin hitting on her."

He heard every word she muttered, only to let out a scoff.

"...Looks like a thug" She stated which then made him look at her, with rage in his eyes.

"The heck did you say?" His voice was deep and hoarse. She felt shivers down her spine but pretended to stay calm.