·˚ ༘₊ ╰┈➤✮ S H I D D A T
• Noor Bhatia
- Indian.
- An independent and strong-willed woman who pursued her education and career against her family's wishes.
- She has a sarcastic sense of humor and often clashes with her traditional family. Despite...
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A K S H A T H ' S P O V
"You missed me so much that you had to come and see me, sunshine?" I smirked, standing in front of her, "You could have just called me, mai khud aa jaata" (i would have come myself)
Noor's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She looked like a deer caught in headlights
"Tumhare pas aane ka iraada Mera bilkul nahi tha," she shot back, turning to leave the gym.
(I had no intention of coming near you.)
But before she could take a step, I grabbed her waist from behind, pulling her close. She gasped, her body stiffening against mine. "Tumhe har wakt bhaagna hi kyun hota hai?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.
(Why do you always have to run away?)
Noor struggled in my arms, but I tightened my grip. "Leave me right now"
I sighed, resting my chin on her shoulder, "Chhod diya toh tum fir bhaag jaogi aur vo mai ab kabhi nahi chahunga."
(If I let you go, you'll run away again, and I don't want that to happen ever again.)
She shivered slightly, her breath coming out in quick, uneven bursts.
"Why are you doing this? Fuck off please, you are marrying my sister!" she almost screamed, "Why the hell are you making me another woman in my own sister's life?"
You are not the other woman. You are the only one.
Though you can never understand the mess you've created. You never saw past your own pain to realize how you left everything in disarray. You've been running away, but it's not just you hurting; it's me too.
I tightened my grip turning her around to face me, "-you want to know why I'm doing this?"
She looked up and nodded slightly, and without warning, I smashed my lips onto hers.
Her eyes widened with a gasp, and I took the chance to slip my tongue past her trembling lips.
She responded slowly but upon realising she quickly pushed me away, her hands shoving against my bare chest.
"No" she shook her head, "you are getting married," her breathe heavy, "to my sister"
My hands curled up on her forearms and clutched her with a force that made her gasp, "chup karo noor" (shut up noor)
