Bound by Fate | [✓]

3. Rivals

"Oh my Krishna."

That was the first thing I heard after the ringing in my ear stopped. She slapped me. Evara Acharya slapped me.

Slapped me.

Me.

Atharva Roy.

No one except her had ever slapped me. And this wasn't even her first time. The girl was a walking disaster and had an abundance of assumptions filled in her head.

She did first.

Thought Later.

Her fiery attitude and feisty nature had almost always been justified.

Today was the first time she had slapped me without reason. And I could see the anger bubbling inside her. But even within the fire of her anger I could see the ashes of shame and fear in her doe eyes.

Every romantic poet ever had only described doe eyes as soft, warm, gentle and kind.
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But I would beg to differ.

Evara Acharya had given a new definition of doe eyes to me. Doe eyes were furry, rage, soulful and most of all as bright as the twinkling stars.

Who said stars reside in the dark night sky. The reside within the brown oceans of mahogany.

Her beauty however did not give her the right to be excused for slapping me. She slapped me hard enough for me to feel my face fall off. And she was not going to run away from this like she always did.

If she was the fire that burnt everything around her I was the water that was calm till the moment of destruction.
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While she glared at the towel hanger like it was a person and god himself had come down and betrayed her.
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I pull her towards me. One sharp movement and pinned her against the mirror. My right hand which was on her elbow traced its way down to her waist and I gripped it harshly. The soft skin will definitely have a mark later on. Her hands held onto my bare shoulders as if wanting support. And probably an equal standing in our weird duel.
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However hard I tried. I was seething with anger. Anger washing over me like the ones during a lunar eclipse. I don't get angry usually. It is hard even. I usually play it off. But today let's try a different method.
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"Evara Fucking Acharya! Who do you think you are?!" My voice as calm as the Dead Sea. Yet calm was the last emotion I was feeling right now.

"Take your hands off me!" She pushed me by the shoulders but the she might as well be a kitten trying to move an elephant. In easier words. She didn't make me budge an inch.

"You were in my bathroom while I was showering and still consider me as a pervert?!"I felt disbelief and offence crawl up my body. This girl was un-fucking-believable.

I felt myself scoff before continuing, 'Do you think I pulled the dupatta of your saree?!'

She pauses.