I stripped my clothes, stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I closed my eyes feeling the cold water touching my warm body.
Fuck, how can I kiss him ?
How can I let the man touch me ?
How can I be so desperate for his touch ?
My eyes started getting filled with hot tears mixing with cold water. I am disgusted with my desire, till today no one breaks the wall around me but just his glance and touch melts my heart.
The guilt of kissing him without his permission gnawed at me like a relentless termite, burrowing deep into the foundation of my conscience, slowly hollowing out the integrity I once thought was unbreakable.
He became the light to my darkness, rose to my thorns, rain to my dark clouds and changed hate into desperation. I rubbed my lips harshly thinking about last night. I was the one who touched him first, I was the one who moved forward and I was the one who was looking desperate.
"Ahhhhhh" I shouted, hitting my hands on the walls and punching the wall till my palms started bleeding.
"Mumma, i hate myself, your rooh hate herself" I cried sliding down on the floor letting myself drenched under the shower. I remember entering the cabin when Ayesha was hugging rudra. They looked at each other all the time and now I don't want to become the third woman.
I can sense from Ayesha's eyes the way she loves him. I don't want to break their relationship because of me.
I don't want to become a woman who breaks relationships. I don't want to feel what my mother felt that time.
I looked at the drainage where the blood was mixing with water. I'm the black water which can spoil the pure water and i don't want to spoil his life with my past and experiences
I will fix everything I thought , wiping my tears with my injured hands and standing up with difficulty to turn off the shower.
I started getting ready in my new apartment as it has two rooms like one for another roommate but maybe she didn't alloted the room right now. I shifted from my hostel to my apartment this morning after I woke up from his laps.
Flashback of morning
My head was aching but my body refused to move as I was snuggling more into the comfort. I slowly opened my eyes looking at the bare chest of rudra.
I slowly moved little away from him, the peaceful face of him while sleeping. His long lashes and thick eyebrows made me smile thinking about the way he frowned with these cute little eyes, the mole beside his left upper lips was teasing me to bite it harshly, his tanned skin was glowing under the sunrays.
I never saw him in real anger like whenever we argue, he was just having frowned or those cute narrowed eyes at me. My gaze fell on his pink moist lips and my smile vanished away from my lips.
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Fire & Ice : A saga of trust and devotion
Romance"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?" Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...