Mixed Desires

2.

Avika's POV

I was sitting in the corner of a quaint café, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was wafting through the air. The café was peaceful and silent. The chocolate brown theme adding to the beauty. I was waiting for my friend for the past hour, and yet, there was no sign of her.

Where the fuck is sheee??

Out of frustration, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.

"Where the hell are you bitch?" I roared into the phone.

"Well, right now I'm stuck in a jam, but trust me I'll be there in 10 minutes," she replied, her voice mixed with the chaos around her.

"Yeah, you'd better or I'll leave," I retorted.

"Okay"

With that, she ended the call. I was lost in my own world, my thoughts were swirling in my mind like a dark cloud. This past month had been a blunder. The marriage had thrown my life into chaos, my posting schedule and events had been completely upended. Even after that, the wedding was one of the trending topics in the city.

Leaving all that behind, I'm really astonished about how Vivek is acting all sweet with me nowadays. He does threaten me here and there but still he's surprisingly acting all flirty and good with me. And that is very hard to ignore because he literally hates me from earth to sun and back- his words not mine- and for the matter of fact, I hate him that much too.

Like recently during our 'suhagrat'..

FLASHBACK

I was sitting in front of the dressing table, removing my jewellery and plotting ways to kill him.

What? I did warn him before marrying me, that I'd kill him. Time to put action to it.

Suddenly, his voice interrupted my thoughts as if he'd listened to all of it, "What are you thinking?"

"Ways to slit your throat in your sleep like I had mentioned." I had no intention of talking to him, so I spoke what sat on my tongue.

He remained composed, seemingly unaffected by my harsh words. "Desperate much?" he teased, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Very much," I retorted, my voice barely above a whisper.

In a surprising move, he leaned in closer, his strong hands gripping my shoulders, forcing me to face his reflection in the mirror. His breath, warm and steady, tickled my ear as he spoke in a hushed tone, "You're already killing me with your looks every second, that you don't even have to think of any way to kill me." He whispered softly, brushing his lips on my ear, which sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.

Caught off guard by the sudden intimacy, my heart pounded in my chest, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me. But as the realization of his intentions dawned upon me, I pushed him away, breaking free from the voodoo spell he was trying to cast on me.

"Don't...Don't try to lure me," I warned him, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

Why? Why is my voice fucking trembling??

"Am I?" he questioned, his gaze unwavering as he met mine again.

"Yes, you are. Aur door rahiye mujhse, kyuki..." I paused for a moment, catching my breath before continuing, "Nafrat hai hame aapse," I declared, my voice filled with finality.
(And stay away from me because I hate you)