✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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Rudra knelt and placed my foot on his thighs then tied the anklet. He kissed the bridge of my foot, before taking my other foot.
I flinched as the door opened with a loud thud.
I turned around to see Rahul standing at the door, looking at me with his brows pinched in a row in confusion. His expression changes as Rudra stands up, but not before leaving a kiss with a 'smooch' sound.
Rahul's face turns into a horrid one and his face starts to turn beet red...in embarrassment?
But why?
"Ahhhh my poor, virgin and pure eyes. At least lock the damn door if you guys are going to eat each other's faces!!"
He screams, like a little girl with a high-pitched tone.
My eyes widened in surprise and now I feel embarrassed.
Our faces!
The lipstick!
Oh my god!
I quickly placed my hand over mine and his mouth in an attempt to cover it, but he saw it.
"You! You bastard, what were you doing down there? No! Do not answer that. I do not want to traumatise my ears, as you have already ruined my eyes. And stay at home if you want to do all of this!"
And he runs off covering his ears.
I shook my head at his dramatics as I looked at Rudra. His eyes are already on me and a smile too, as I remove my hand.
We burst into laughter, and the sound of our laughter echoed throughout the room.
And I realised something...I like him or maybe it is something more than...something stronger.
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It has been a while since we have calmed down, or she has.
Because I haven't been able to take my eyes off her, she is looking incredible and fucking edible.
She is still on my desk but now with her legs crossed, Indian style. Her elbows on her thighs support her head as she keeps flicking her gaze around. Now avoiding me.
