70: A Wild dog

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Samidha ran her hands on Sahaj's face, playing with his nose and ears.

"Stop it."

He grumbled but she didn't seem to mind. Why would she? She was sitting beside him with her head on his chest, legs on him and her one arm wound through his.

She felt so much at peace listening to his heartbeat. He was alive. She was alive. He was hers. Atleast for now. He liked her. She won't die unknown. And she loved him. More than everything.

She was probably god's favourite. Why would she get him twice. He loved her then, and will probably love her now too.

It was like her brain fog had cleared up. All those reasons she has made up for being suicidal now seemed stupid. She never had the proper guilt anyway. All she felt guilty about was that she never felt guilty. But it seemed fair to her now. Why would she be guilty? All she did was free up Earth of some bad people. She wasn't bad.

"Am I a good human Sahaj?"
She asked and Sahaj stopped his work and looked at her.

"Is something wrong? Why are you asking me this?"

"No, I just............. doesn't it bother you that I've killed people? I'm a murderer."
She asked and he kept his laptop down and pulled her on his lap.

"Does it bother you?"
He asked and she shook her head.

"No. It doesn't. I never killed anyone innocent. And it is my job, you know. I don't kill for fun."

"I thought you liked it. You were laughing so hard that day when they attacked us."

"Well................"
She looked up at him, trying to see if he'll mock her or be disgusted. But he wasn't. He was just listening to her with all his attention.

"I did enjoy it. You can't blame me, I grew up watching action movies. I have a little...........mental side. But I do know the difference between right and wrong and I won't ever do anything that'll question my humanity."

"Then it doesn't bother me."
He spoke and smiled softly at her. He knows she has humanity, and a lot of it. Otherwise why would she be so hurt when she saw little children begging on the street or buy random poor kids meals?

"Just don't kill anyone in front of me. I don't like blood."
He spoke and she scoffed. Says the man who has hospitalized people with just his fist. At least she uses weapons.

"I will kill youuuuuuuuu!"
She sang, biting his cheek and he laughed, rolling them so that now she was under him as he supoorted himself on his arms.

The air suddenly got very very thick.

Sahaj's smile fell. His eyes roamed over her face and landed on her lips. He wanted to kiss her.

"You want to kiss me?"
She whispered and he nodded, looking up at her eyes. All he could see was her.

She was so beautiful.

So so beautiful.

He gulped. What if he breaks her? She was so fragile. Like glass. And he was so rough and reckless.

He slammed his lips on hers, not letting her escape. He had been longing for her for a very long time.

"Sa-!"
She gasped and he slipped his tongue in.

Someone broke her once, he won't do that again. He fucking won't.

Couldn't that guy see how Samidha was directly related to surroundings? Colours were brighter when she laughed, sun shined brighter even flowers bloomed a lot more!

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