The Demon's Kiss (Abhiya Version)

Chapter 11

(Piya's POV)

"Mind if I join you two?" Abhay asked. I chewed nervously on my bottom lip. It would be one awkward day. Misha smiled wide and nodded her head. We sat together one the bench, Misha ushering him to sit next to me. She shot me a wink and sat down on the opposite side. Abhay looked at me. His eyes were a bluish-grey instead of the piercing crimson red. It was odd, seeing him like this. He snuck his hand on top of mine. My fingers curled in defense. Luckily Misha didn't notice. She kept licking away at the ice cream cone. Mine was melting, and I had lost my appetite.

"Are you going to eat that?" Misha piped in. I shook my head and thrust the melting, chocolaty mess into her waiting hand.

"Thanks." She noticed the awkwardness between Abhay and I and snickered to herself.

"I'm going to go....you know...clean up a little. I'll just be back." Oh no....

"Misha wait!" I yelled at her, but she had already sprinted off. Abhay chuckled.

"So sweet of your friend. She wants us to spend time together." He grabbed my hand again.

"Sit." He said politely. I forced myself to sit down after engaging in conflict with myself on whether I should bolt when I could.

It was quiet between the two of us. Abhay looked at me admiringly. Looking for the perfect opportunity, he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and my hand shot up to my cheek.

"Did I ever tell you that you look even more beautiful when you blush?" He asked.

"No....actually....Do you really think so?" I blurted my inner thoughts to him. He smirked. Meanwhile I was cursing myself in my head.

"Of course, my princess." He cupped my face. I felt him move closer to my face, leaning in for the kiss. My lips quivered and my face grew hot. He made sure I wouldn't back out, because I had no control over my body any longer. He crushed his lips on mine and wrapped an arm around my waist. I found myself kissing him back, for the first time too.

*Piya! What the hell are you doing?! You're in a public place!* My conscious screamed at me. I pushed away, gasping for breath. Luckily the kiss wasn't too passionate, otherwise I'd get kicked by old women telling me to have some shame in public. I didn't want to get kicked.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing. There are people around." I hissed under my breath.

"So what?" He said. "Do I look like I care?"

I shot him the most evil, piercing glare in the history of glares. He simply laughed.

"You make me fall for you even more.....Piya." I stared at him, surprised. It was the first time he didn't call me princess, love, or Piyali. Unconsciously, a small smile appeared on my face. I bit my lip to suppress it.

"I finally made you smile." He said. "After such a long time, I got to see such a priceless smile, even if it was a small one."

"Thank....you." I said. It was rare that I got such a genuine compliment. Other guys just said that to impress me. I blushed again.

"I must go now. Tell your friend that it was nice meeting her." He caressed my cheek. "Bye."

I watched him till he disappeared from view. He turned back and blew me a kiss before departing. Misha then decided to come back from her long journey.

"Where the hell were you?" I asked her, tapping my foot.

"Oh me?! Well, I went to clean up from your ice cream mess, and then I bumped into an old friend, so I...chatted with her for a while."

"Yep....sure you did." I said. She laughed and hugged me.

"Sorry buddy. I had to do it. I saw the spark between you two right from that party. You two looks so cute together." I blushed again. Misha laughed.

"See? You like him...." She teased. I elbowed her in the stomach. "Okay, let's finish what we came for:" she slung her arms around my shoulders and we explored the park for the rest of the day.

At the end, we watched the sunset. I witnessed a flashback of myself, back in that time, watching the sunset. I was waiting for Abhay. I suddenly wanted him with me again. I was expecting him to show up after the sun went down. Would he? Maybe he would....he would know that I was thinking of him.