The Love Maze

31) All yours

Kyra's POV

Rishi returned back while I explored his room, trying my best not to lure into his personal space which he's so protective about.

The room quite had its touch to it. A stack of books on the shelves, a big mirror and a few framed photographs lined up on his desk.

"Your parents are so cool", I commented on how at ease they were.

"They're the best I can ask for", he smiled but it wasn't full.

He stared at the polaroids on the wall with an underlying sense of despair.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned

"Have you ever had a moment when you're staring at yourself and there isn't you anymore?"

"Just a reflection that reminds you of something bitter", he didn't shift his gaze.

"I did"

Smiling, I slowly held his hand, facing him.

"Then I was lucky enough to meet someone who gave me countless chances to dust myself off"

"He was patient enough to break my walls even when I hurt him..."

"Walking that extra mile to stay by my side no matter how ugly it got"

His face turned a bit pale on hearing those words.

"This is not how it's meant to be... I didn't do all that just for you to wreck yourself falling in love with me"

He uttered weakly, turning his face away but I didn't allow him to.

"Wreck?"

"I let go of my lost past, ready to step in—to be a better version of myself because of you", I held him close, gripping his shirt under my fist.

"But I want you to be a part of that future."

Is it so wrong that I'm more myself when I'm around him?

His eyes showed conflicts of crossing this line with me.

The thin line...

"You don't understand, Kyra!!!", he yelled, stepping away.

"Understand what? You don't want us to be together?"

"You don't... love me at all?" I choked on my words, fearing his answer would be too much to take.

Pausing, his eyes meeting mine as I stood shattered against the wall.

"Yeah... I don't love you, not for even a single second"

He let out a laugh, closing the distance between us.

Lifting my head to look at him, I searched for answers while his words and actions seem to be telling a contradicting story.

"I don't wanna lose my sanity spending every minute thinking about you"

His hands grabbed mine, entwining them before pinning them above my head.

"I don't wanna get to be the one who has this effect on you", he whispered against my ear, killing my sanity.

"Rishi..."

My heart caught fire when he leaned in, the bridge of his nose touching my lips.

"I don't wanna constantly fight the urge to be the one who kisses you breathless"

Before my mind could initiate the shivers, he kissed me like I'm fading away with each skipped heartbeat.

More than our first kiss, this held deeper emotions