HEARTS IN OPPOSITION|18+

PROLOGUE

Fuck it!
She already regrets it. Everything.

The moments of silence continued. She was at loss of words. Arrogant, Vicious, Brutal, Confident, Ruler and what not she was but the fact that her dictionary was empty now was making her grow more frustrated. She turned up her nose, pulling the sleeves up of her jacket till her elbows before resting her hands in her pockets.

"You didn't need to do that." Finally she found her cold voice. He shouldn't have dome that.

He chuckled faintly, the voice reaching her ears, making her simmer in wrath.

"You didn't tell me that when you were so close to me that I could even hear..nope..feel those pulse rate." He teased. Deliberately. She knew that.

She kept her eyes straight, unblinkingly. A deep breath made her chest heave up and down.

"Next time, even if I am crying miserably and on the verge of passing out, you are not using any part of yours to console me. Not even words let alone the hands. We are enemies and I am strictly planning to stick to that. So the next time we touch eachother, it better be a fight like always not some gentleman act of yours."

A total silence after her declaration. He smirked, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Oh ofcourse, Miss Shivangi. I am not a gentleman anyways. Not my type of thing. But let me tell you..." The steps proceed forward, his head dropping down until his lips were next to her ears. "...I don't take orders from you. I'll act like a gentleman if I want to.   I'll kill you if I want to. I'll let you run, hunt you down and then unalive you. If. I. Want. To." His smirk levelled sadistic.

This time she tilted her neck to the left,  their lips inches apart and eyes peeking into one another like they'll end up fighting the next second. She would have not thought even for a second to kill that man now at the moment but the business of finding her father with his help was covering her.

"Getting some puppy love fantasies after the moment?" His voice playful, his breath fanning against her lips.

Her eyeballs dilated, her expressions going back to icy cold. A smirk appeared on his lips as he thought he won the sass battle until her deep low voice came out.

"I would rather prefer to be held at gunpoint by you than getting loved by you."

She didn't say loving him. She couldn't.

The flicker of something in his eyes didn't go unpointed by her, that too when they were so close that their breaths were mingling into eachother but she didn't try to contemplate it. Her head turned back to the front and her voice reached him again.

"Even if I don't want to admit it but you owe me for this time. And as a person who is strict to her rules, I don't have any desire to keep your favour. So, tell me. One wish that I can do in return so we would be even."

She wasn't kidding. She was a person who held her rules and nowhere there was written taking favour from the rival.

He stood back straight, hummed. Thinking. Contemplating. Taking time.

"What would you do?"
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Now that's a bold move. Anything a rival can ask can risk your life too, Wildcat."
"I care less."

He chuckled, mockingly maybe. "This wish maybe beneficial for me later. Let's keep this in store." She hummed in response and lifted her steps forward. Just then the strong palm wrapped around her wrist. She looked back, confused, annoyed and as most of the time, he ignored that frustrated her.

"We are going to a party in the evening. Mom's orders. We are fake dating in case you don't remember."