The Bond of Love and Hate: Shivika

Chapter 4: Our Night (Part II)

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The darkness crept itself around me, embraced me tightly, and took hold of my thoughts-not allowing me to think of consequences, threats, or the chaos that may follow my actions. All I thought about was Shivaay...all I am thinking about is Shivaay.

Coldness approached me. The doors shut loudly behind me, enough to make me tremble. I turned towards Shivaay who stood in silence. All I could hear was our heavy breathing. The sound of rain falling continued to deafen the silence that danced between him and I.

We stared at each other for a good moment. It had been long since we had taken the time to admire each other's ugliness, flaws, and most of all perfections.

His trembling fingers took hold of the light switch. The room lit up immediately, only to downcast its admiration on Shivaay's features. I held my breaths for a second as I adored his handsome features. The perfectly set jawline, with a damp beard, cadescent blue eyes, and dapper set of light pink full lips. They were a reflection of his masculinity that would make any woman weak. His wet white shirt clung to his chest tightly to reveal light contours of his muscles underneath.

I found myself speechless by his beauty-not able to find the right description for it. All I can tell is, he is so handsome that he can hypnotize any woman with it unknowningly...he could ignite passion in any abandoned soul...he could light fires of desire in any barren heart.

He stared at me intently, not daring to look away. I stood still with my bare feet locked to the ground. He made his way towards me. I found myself shaking. Not from fear, but from excitation, temptation. Every moral I held burned away as he took each step towards me.

Before I could make sense of the situation. His hands were clasped against my moist cheeks. Before I could whisper a bitter word to push him away. His fingers took hold of my dry, shivering lips. Before I could tell him this might be wrong. His cold, shivering body was against mine.

I closed my eyes shut instantly. My hands took grasp of his weakening hips. His burning lips dove into my shoulder. I took a sudden unexpected sigh. A sigh of relief? A sigh of peace? A sigh of ecstasy? I do not know...My senses blurred. My thoughts shut down. Everything gone except the thought of Shivaay.

We held on to each other in innocence. We held each other with passion. We held on to each other like letting go would mean being separated forever.

Our bodies crashed into each other. It felt like we both were giving up on a war we had internally waged against each other for years-a war on behalf of our families-a spite that we held, but overcame for this unhinged attraction we hold for each other.

His fingers melting the scars on my arms from past abuse. His palms encircling against my arched back that held bruises. The ends of his fingers dabbing against my tears which swept an ocean of pain.

I raised my gaze and met his. Our eyes entwined into one. His lips an inch away from mine. We quivered against each other. Our grasp tightened as we attempted to churn heat between us.

"Who dared to hurt you?" He whispered in the most gentle voice. Anger quaked in his eyes. He clenched his jaw as he took in every bit of my tears.

"N-nobody..." I replied hesitantly not wanting to talk about what happened tonight with my father. Not ready to tell him everything. Not ready to reveal the pain my father has caused me for years.